Reincarnated with the Country System

The grand hall of Worthington Manor was filled with an air of quiet defiance. The chandeliers burned brightly, casting a golden glow over the long mahogany table where some of Britannia's most powerful nobles sat. Goblets of wine remained untouched, their minds too consumed by the gravity of the situation to indulge.

At the head of the table, Marquis Worthington sat in an ornately carved chair, his sharp green eyes surveying the gathered lords and ladies. His graying hair was neatly combed, and his military-style coat, embroidered with gold, reflected his authority.

"The Queen has failed us," he declared, his voice firm and commanding. "She has allowed her grief to consume her, and in doing so, she has condemned Britannia to servitude. She would have us bow to the Bernard Empire like beggars, surrendering our sovereignty in exchange for scraps."

Murmurs of agreement spread through the room. The nobles had seen the decree themselves, a formal request for Britannia to become a vassal state of the Bernard Empire. It was a betrayal, a surrender without a fight.

"Our lands remain untouched by war. The north has fallen, but the south and west still stand strong. We have wealth, resources, and power. Why should we bow when we still have the strength to stand?"

Another noble, added, "Because Queen Maria is no longer fit to rule. She spends her days drowning in wine, mourning the past while condemning our future. This kingdom needs leadership, not a grieving widow."

Marquis Worthington gave a grim nod. "That is why we must act. We cannot allow her to sell Britannia to the Bernard Empire. We must take control before it is too late. She is doing this because Bernard Empire promised to find her lost daughter. She wants to sell our country for her daughter. We can't let this happen."

A silence settled over the room as the weight of his words pressed down on them.

A noble, tapped his fingers against the table. "You are suggesting treason."

"I am suggesting salvation," Worthington corrected. "Maria was a good queen once, but she has lost her way. If we do not stop her, Britannia will cease to exist as we know it."

"Then what do you propose?"

Worthington's eyes darkened. "We take control of the council. We send word to the Bernard Empire that the Queen does not speak for all of Britannia. If they wish to negotiate, they will do so with us, not with a broken woman."

"And if she refuses to step down?"

Worthington hesitated for only a moment. "Then we ensure she is removed. Peacefully, if possible. But we must be prepared for other measures."

The tension in the room thickened. They all knew what that meant.

"Deposing a monarch is not done lightly. Even if she has lost favor, she still has the army."

"It is not the problem," Worthington countered. "The Royal army is now very weak due to the war. They are very tired now from fighting between East and North. They need rest. They are not ready to fight another war. On the other hand, our forces are still in an advantageous position."

"If we do this, we must do it swiftly. If word reaches the Queen before we are ready, she will move against us."

Worthington nodded. "Then we must act quickly. We ride for the capital by dawn. The Queen will not see another sunrise on the throne."

As the nobles murmured in agreement, the doors to the chamber suddenly burst open with a thunderous crash.

A dozen armed soldiers, clad in the crimson and gold armor of the royal guard, stormed into the hall, swords drawn. The flickering candlelight reflected off their blades, sending sharp glimmers across the stunned faces of the gathered nobles.

At their head stood Vice Captain Aisha, one of the Queen's most trusted officers. Her eyes were cold as she surveyed the room.

"In the name of Queen Maria, you are all under arrest for treason."

Chaos erupted.

Count Reinhardt shot to his feet, knocking over his chair. "This is outrageous!"

A noble's hand went to his sword, but before he could draw, one of the soldiers slammed the hilt of his blade into the old man's chest, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Marquis Worthington remained seated, his face unreadable. His mind raced. How had she known?

They had been careful. He only informed those who did not like the queen about this meeting, he took many steps to keep it a secret. Even his servants did not know about this meeting. Also, all the nobles came to him in disguise. He spared no effort to keep this meeting a secret.

And yet, here they were, surrounded and outnumbered.

Aisha's shouted. "Surrender now, and you will live to stand trial. Resist, and you die here."

"This is an outrage! We are noble lords of Britannia!"

"And yet, you plot against your Queen," Aisha said coldly. "Your titles do not place you above the law."

Several nobles looked to Worthington for guidance. For the first time in his life, he hesitated.

They were outmatched. To fight was suicide.

Also, the Royal Knight came to his territory and he didn't know anything about it. He was able to guess that there were traitors among them.

But it could be another reason. Although it is a rumor. But many people think it is true. He himself did not believe it before. But now after this incident that happened to him, he feels that it is more likely to be true.

The Queen Power

But right now the most important thing … was this truly the end?

Worthington exhaled slowly, then stood, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. He met Aisha's gaze without fear.

"We surrender," he said, his voice calm.

A flicker of surprise crossed Aisha's face before she gave a curt nod. "Restrain them."

The soldiers moved quickly, shackling the nobles' hands in iron chains.

As Worthington felt the cold metal tighten around his wrists, he allowed himself a small, bitter smile.

The Queen had won this round.

But the game was far from over.