Chapter 1674
Deakin's Move!
Chapter 1674 Deakin's Move!
"Miss! The Prime Minister's residence has been breached. Now, someone has filmed Darcia being dragged into the street by thugs."
At Deacon’s house, Ramba Ral, dressed in a military uniform he hadn’t worn in a long time, stood straight in front of Artesia.
And on their side was a television screen that was currently showing the chaotic scene on the street.
"Miss, the guards are ready and can depart at any time."
Crowley Harmon, who had also donned military attire, had his maids prepare for evacuation while also summoning the guards who were still willing to follow Daken.
"Yes, please thank everyone for me!"
Artesia nodded, glanced at the television, and continued.
“There are people behind Muzo who are using the arrival of the delegation to plot something. And among these people, the most obvious, and also the most foolish, is Monahan Bakharov, the son of Darsia Bakharov.”
"This man was not particularly talented, but because his father was the prime minister of the Republic of Zeon, he became the foreign minister of the Republic of Zeon. Not long ago, after making contact with a remnant of the Zeon party, he began to act in secret, and under the guise of the arrival of the delegation, he constantly incited the people in private with the rhetoric of Zeon's independence and the restoration of its glory."
Ramba Ralph and Crowley Harmon exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise.
They didn't expect that Artesia, who had only been back for a short time, had already figured out some of the intricacies of the situation.
“Don’t look at me like that, Uncle Lamba, Aunt Harmon. I’ve just gained a lot of experience over the years, which has broadened my horizons.”
Artesia, aware of Ramba Ral and Crowley Harmon's thoughts, explained humbly.
"Hahaha! Miss, there's no need to belittle yourself. If Madam knew, she would surely be proud of you too."
"Really? Maybe!"
Upon hearing Ramba Lal's words, Artesia smiled slightly, her gaze shifting upwards to a certain direction on the roof.
Behind Monahan Baharov's ignited ambition, there must have been many behind-the-scenes manipulators.
And this mastermind is definitely not that Zeon remnant group that came from nowhere.
Rather, it was the people hiding behind this remnant of the Zeon forces.
The reason this person incited Monahan Baharov was not for the so-called independence of Zeon and the restoration of its glory, but for other purposes, such as the Titans fleet that always patrolled the L2 space zone.
"lets go!"
Artesia withdrew her gaze and said in a deep voice.
"Yes! Miss!"
The moment Artesia stepped out of the room and returned to Deacon's command, the guards standing on both sides of the corridor looked at her with fervent and fanatical eyes as she watched Deacon's daughter, who had personally shot Dejin Sodo Zabi, the enemy who had killed her father Zeon Zum Deacon, step back onto the battlefield at the end of the One Year War.
If Artesia hadn't refused to return to Zeon and instead chose to inherit the will of Deikun, perhaps the Republic of Zeon wouldn't have continued to suffer so many calamities, and wouldn't have been able to let those damned Titans wreak havoc and act arrogantly on its various colonies!
"Deacon! Gene!"
"Deacon! Gene!"
With each muffled thud as she pounded her chest, and with each heartfelt shout, Artesia, accompanied by the Ramba couple, launched her attack.
Meanwhile, the young nobleman sitting by the window was looking through the gaps in his bangs at the crowd below who were following Artestia as she left the Daken mansion.
Are you in a hurry?
With her long, flowing hair swaying slightly, the woman who was closest to the young master and inseparable from him gently raised her hand and touched his cheek.
"No. It's not that I'm in a hurry. It's just a momentary feeling."
The young nobleman reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, burying his face in her hair, gently inhaling her familiar scent—the only one in the world that could bring her peace of mind. "Lala. In this world that has changed so drastically, where even our original understanding has been completely overturned, what can we really do? Or how far can we go?"
With a maternal glow in her eyes, Lara Singh gently stroked her soft, blonde hair as she spoke softly.
"Your question has stumped me, Colonel. But you won't find the answer by standing still. Look, your sister Artesia has already taken the first step forward without hesitation."
"Lala, you're so cunning!"
The young nobleman slightly opened his eyes, his hands restlessly rummaging through the woman's beautiful hair.
"Hehe~ Really? Didn't I just answer your question, Colonel?"
"Even though I've already left Axis, you're still calling me Colonel. Isn't that being cunning?"
"Oh dear~ So what should I call you? Char Aznable, or perhaps Casval Rem Deikun, young master?"
Lara Xin smiled playfully.
Suddenly, the young nobleman exerted his strength, pushing the woman in his arms against the windowsill, and revealed a smile.
"The name Casval Rem Deikun is a thing of the past, and I don't want to bear the burden of everything Muzo has to do, or take on all of Deikun's legacy. As for the name Char Aznable, I'm tired of it all, but..."
Lala Sin gently lifted the young nobleman's face with her hand.
"But this name still has value, doesn't it? Don't worry. No matter what the future holds, I'll always be with you, Colonel."
A hint of tenderness flickered in the young nobleman's eyes, but he gradually revealed a wicked smile.
"Lala, you made a mistake."
"Yes, Young Master Xia. I know I was wrong."
Lala Xin immediately admitted her mistake.
"Hmph! That's easy for you to say."
"boom!!"
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from afar.
Lala Sin, nestled in the young nobleman's arms, suddenly looked up, her sharp eyes fixed on the direction from which the explosion had come.
"It's from the spaceport! Colonel. The Titans and their crew couldn't hold back any longer."
The young nobleman sighed, reached out and straightened Lala Xin's disheveled clothes, his expression turning serious.
"What a shame! Did they really have to choose this time?"
"Hehe~ I'll accompany the colonel after this is all over, okay?"
Lara Singh rose gracefully, took small steps, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a finely tailored, very dignified formal suit.
"Lala, we're not going to be appearing in front of the media next!"
"Hmm? Is that so? But you still need to show yourself to your new partners, don't you?"
"I'd rather you change into that military uniform... um, never mind. Let's just do as Lala says!"
Just as the words were about to come out, the nobleman Char Aznabul suddenly remembered that he had no other military uniform besides the uniform of the Principality of Zeon.
(End of this chapter)