Chapter 543: Can the Throne Be Transferred So Casually?

“Royal Guard! And Gajef, what are you still standing there for? You heard what he said—quickly, arrest him!”

“Zanark and Lord Leibun are also accomplices. What are you hesitating for against those plotting rebellion!”

If Prince Barbro had been angry before, now he was ecstatic.

He never imagined happiness could arrive so suddenly.

If Shengzai and Zanark are conspiring against the throne, then isn’t he the only remaining contender?

This is pure luck—no effort at all!

“Prince Shengzai, forgive the rudeness—I will plead for your mercy before His Majesty.”

Personal affection is personal affection, but from the standpoint of justice, Gajef could not show favoritism—he could only surround Shengzai with the Royal Guard.

Also surrounded were Zanark and Lord Leibun, both wearing expressions of regret.

They now regretted climbing aboard Shengzai’s rebellious ship—rushing into betrayal like this only handed victory to Barbro.

Lachesis wanted to step forward and help Shengzai, but he raised his hand to stop her.

“Gajef, and you royal knights—I have no intention of harming you. I ask you to withdraw now, or I will regard you all as enemies.”

“Boom————!”

As Shengzai stomped one foot hard against the ground, everyone present felt the floor beneath them violently shake.

In the next instant, a massive fissure erupted from beneath his foot and spread forward at an astonishing speed.

With just one step, the entire palace seemed to tremble—and when those who had fallen rose again and saw the sudden, impossible crack on the ground, all were left stunned.

The massive fissure nearly split the palace in two, stretching nearly a hundred meters!

Had Shengzai not deliberately avoided the crowd, many would have fallen into the crack and died.

Is this even humanly possible?

No—could this even be a person?

Prince Barbro, who had been shouting moments ago, was speechless. The kingdom’s nobles were stunned.

Prince Zanark and Lord Leibun instantly perked up.

So Shengzai dared to flip the table now because he had absolute confidence in his strength.

He believed that even without any other army, he alone could crush the entire Royal Knight Corps.

The silent scene saw many intimidated into retreat by Shengzai’s terrifying power—but some remained utterly unafraid.

For example, the kingdom’s strongest warrior, who always placed loyalty first.

“Gajef, you must understand clearly: your strength cannot stop me, and you can do nothing at all.”

Hearing Shengzai’s words, Gajef gave a bitter smile: “I’ve long known your strength surpasses mine.”

“But some things—I will not compromise, even if it means death.”

Shengzai knew exactly what kind of man Gajef was—Lao Gu had personally tried to recruit him and failed.

So after his plea failed, Shengzai decided to simply knock him out.

Just as he prepared to act, the previously silent King Ramboza III suddenly stood up.

“Shengzai, Zanark—from when did you both begin eyeing my throne?”

Facing Ramboza III’s question, Zanark lowered his head like a two-hundred-pound child caught doing wrong.

But Shengzai looked calmly at the old king: “I have no interest in the throne whatsoever.”

“For me, as long as someone can make the kingdom prosper, I don’t care who becomes king.”

Shengzai’s words might as well have pointed at Ramboza III’s face and said: Old man, you’re outdated—the new world has no ship for you… damn it, no place for you.

“Listen well, all of you. In the name of Ramboza Andreyen Yeludeleivashfu, I hereby formally abdicate the throne of the Kingdom of Rie Yestijie.”

“I bestow it upon my third son, Shengzai Trans Ignar Leivashfu.”

Hearing Ramboza III’s words, Barbro froze. Zanark froze. Everyone present froze.

Yet barely seconds after becoming king, Shengzai himself spoke up.

“I, Shengzai Trans Ignar Leivashfu, voluntarily relinquish the throne to my second elder brother, Zanark Valreio Ignar Leivashfu.”

Before the crowd could even process Ramboza III’s abdication, Shengzai immediately gave away the throne he’d barely held.

The throne—the pinnacle of royal power, coveted by countless souls—was simply handed away by the third prince…

Everyone present, including Lachesis, Zanark, and Barbro, was utterly astonished by Shengzai’s decision.

Only Lord Leibun, Princess Lana, and the newly abdicated Ramboza III showed no surprise—they’d clearly expected this.

Though Ramboza III was a mediocre ruler, he had reigned forty-three years; even if he lacked other virtues, his judgment of people was sharp.

He had long known Shengzai had no interest in the throne—otherwise, he would have abdicated to him years ago.

His final little stunt was merely a last hope—that Shengzai might accept the crown.

“Father, are you mad? You just gave away the throne like that?”

“What about the nobles’ opinions? Even if you must abdicate, the first heir should be me, the eldest son!”

Seeing Zanark become king was worse than killing Barbro—his own throne had slipped into his brother’s hands, and he couldn’t bear it.

No, not just Zanark—even for a few fleeting seconds, the bastard Shengzai had tasted kingship.

The kingdom had only three princes—and he, Barbro, had never been king?

“I am no longer king. If you have complaints, take them to the new king.”

After abdicating with shocking casualness, Ramboza III simply claimed he needed rest and left, escorted by Gajef.

After the old king departed, Shengzai glanced at Zanark, still dazed, and said: “Zanark IV… no, correction—Zanark V.”

“Ugh, what a mouthful. King Zanark, you are now king of the realm. I suggest you imprison all these traitors present.”

(End of Chapter)