"Shall I guess? Your Highness is aiming at a one-shot chance at usurping the throne, right?"
"!!"
Amelia's pupils opened wide.
Rigel's read had hit.
She was aiming at the throne.
(If I can succeed to the throne, I can build an ideal nation… But as long as I am the Fifth Princess, the possibility is low…)
Amelia felt impatience.
In the current situation it would be difficult for her to succeed to the throne.
For her to aim at the throne, a means that was not ordinary would be necessary.
Usurpation was a last resort. What was realistic was "showing rare merits."
For that too she wanted Rigel's power.
But he had refused that.
"Please rest easy. I won't inform on you."
Someone second or lower in succession rights aiming at the throne.
That itself was extremely dangerous in a monarchical state.
Depending on the case, there was a possibility of being judged as "having rebellious intent."
