What? I Actually Reincarnated As Stepping Stone In Another World?

"Oh? Tell me how you propose we cooperate." Arthur smiled at Diargan, who appeared confident.

Recognizing that his moment had arrived, Diargan adjusted his posture, sitting up straight.

"Well, as you are aware, Your Highness, Emperor Alex, wields tremendous power. His strength is formidable, and no one dares to challenge him," Diargan said in a serious tone, casting a gloomy atmosphere around them.

His manner of speaking had a profound impact on those around him, but for Arthur, it held little weight.

"However, you may have observed during the earlier throne room meeting that one of the ministers dared to voice opposition against Emperor Alex. This suggests that there is growing discontent with his rule among many people." Diargan took a deep breath and paused, carefully observing Arthur's reaction.

Meanwhile, Arthur, having grasped Diargan's initial intent, couldn't help but find it amusing, and a faint chuckle escaped him. 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝒏𝙤𝒗𝒆𝒍．𝒄𝙤𝙢

At last, he understood Diargan's purpose: to demonstrate that, amidst a sea of dissatisfied ministers and other high-ranking individuals, he possessed the confidence to challenge the Emperor.

That being said, this confidence came from a group of people who were dissatisfied with Kaisa Alex.

Arthur felt a tinge of disappointment, as he had hoped that Diargan would possess a formidable plan to confront Emperor Alex.

Instead, it seemed that Diargan's courage was merely a futile fantasy.

However, he concealed his disappointment, maintaining an indifferent expression as he regarded Diargan.

"So, are you suggesting that you have control over the dissatisfied ministers and the confidence to overthrow the Empire with their support?" Arthur casually reclined and fixed an indifferent gaze on Diargan, his face betraying no emotion.

Observing the change in Arthur's tone and demeanor, Diargan furrowed his brow, perplexed by the sudden lack of interest displayed by the teenage boy before him.

This unexpected shift left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

Nevertheless, he maintained his graceful demeanor and lightly nodded while holding the hand fan in his hand.

"That's correct. With the support of dissatisfied ministers and other influential figures who oppose Emperor Alex, we will undoubtedly succeed in toppling the Balka imperial throne. Your Highness Arthur, if you choose to join us, I am extremely confident that, with the added strength of Duke Asvold's Mansion, our chances of victory will be a hundred percent assured!" His smoldering gaze and enthusiastic tone vividly conveyed his unwavering confidence in his plans.

As a genius, Diargan always saw everything as a chessboard, and people were merely pawns, with Emperor Alex as his opponent.

Certainly, in Diargan's heart, the ministers and individuals who If he could secure yet another pawn, the Asvold family, he felt he would have all the pieces necessary to checkmate his adversary, rallied with him against Emperor Alex were mere pawns—this was his unwavering conviction.

If he could secure yet another pawn, the Asvold family, he felt he would have all the pieces necessary to checkmate his adversary, Emperor Alex!

However, what he had never contemplated was that all of this existed solely within his own imagination, a delusion of his own creation.

The plan he deemed flawless and held steadfast faith in was, in fact, the most flawed scheme Arthur had ever encountered.

"I don't understand how someone like him could become Prime Minister. I suspect that Emperor Alex intentionally allowed him to act freely and brought about his own downfall when he became too proud. It's truly a horrifying strategy," Arthur thought deeply, sighing as he felt a sense of pity for Diargan.

As he looked at Diargan's confident expression, it resembled someone who was intoxicated and lost in a hallucination.

"Very well, if that's your plan, I appreciate it. However, could you please give me a moment to consider it?" Arthur sipped his tea, his gaze fixed on Diargan as he wore a contemplative expression.

Upon hearing this, Diargan offered a faint smile and nodded eagerly.

"Of course, please take your time to think it through carefully, Your Highness. I understand that all of this might come as rather sudden to you," Diargan feigned concern and respect, although deep down he felt quite pleased, being confident that Arthur would agree.

His confidence had solidified when he observed Arthur's hesitancy and doubt, an expression he recognized from past experiences as a sign of contemplation.

In his view, the outcome was bound to be approval!

Arthur nodded and said, "Thank you. Could you please provide me with some space to be alone and think this through calmly?"

Diargan swiftly nodded and rose from his seat.

"Of course, Your Highness! Please take your time to reflect. I won't disturb you any further and look forward to hearing your answer soon." Diargan's words carried kindness, accompanied by his trademark smile, which prompted an inward chuckle from Arthur.

"Very well, then I shall take my leave, Your Highness." Diargan bowed slightly and gracefully exited the reading room, leaving Arthur to his contemplation.

In response, Arthur nodded lightly, a smile playing on his lips, and watched as Diargan departed, leaving him alone in thought.

However, what Diargan failed to grasp was the mocking grin that formed on Arthur's lips.

"Foolish and ignorant," Arthur taunted the departed Diargan, shaking his head ever so slightly.

Gradually, he pushed aside all of Diargan's concerns and redirected his focus to the books he had been reading, with just one tome remaining.

"The content inside isn't significantly different from the other two books, and I don't require further insight into the history of the three families. I already have a general understanding of the current situation and why David desires rebellion." Arthur's gaze turned slightly cold.

He took a deep breath, meticulously arranging the three books on the table for the library attendant to return to their shelves.

His thoughts were now entirely fixed on the mysterious white book, which held the history of hundreds of thousands of years ago and had the potential to reveal information about the goddess Mivas and the enigmatic figure capable of splitting the continent into four.

The extraordinary power was undeniably captivating and sent shivers down his spine.

Slowly, he opened his space pouch, and immediately, a bright, mysterious white book reappeared on the table.

Arthur slowly took the book and caressed it.

His gaze narrowed ever so slightly, and he whispered under his breath.

"Power that surpasses even the Elemental Lords, akin to the might of gods... At this level, it could aptly be termed 'Elemental God'."