Chapter 1705 I Won’t Agree To This

Tyr became aware that something was wrong. He appeared to have seen a chessboard, with many of these people acting as chess pawns on it. “Boss, why did Grandpa do this?” Olympias took a deep breath, but she still couldn’t calm herself down. Tyr said, “Don’t be nervous! Are you sure your grandpa treated you with nothing but sincerity?” “In the past I would have said yes, but now, I’m not so sure anymore.” Olympias was a little dazed. “This can’t be that simple,” Tyr said. “This is a chess game. He’s trying to entice us into the game.” The surrounding discussion was still ringing in their ears at this point, and most people’s expressions turned grim. Clearly, the vast majority of those present did not agree with Regis’ decision before he died. This was all a load of nonsense. Clovis was silent for a long time as he held the letter in his hand. Ortwin, on the other hand, had been staring at the expressions of everyone below with extremely sharp eyes, as if observing their expressions would provide him with some information. The discussion went on, but no one dared speak up because Ansel and Jules were both silent at the time. No one else was qualified to speak up. Clovis inhaled deeply several times in a row. Finally, he turned to Olympias and said, “Oly, come here!” Olympias seemed to have heard someone asking her to go to the guillotine. She stood still for a while, not daring to take a step. “Go!” After thinking for a long time, Tyr next to her suddenly spoke. “Boss, I…” “Just go up if you believe in your grandfather. We have no other option at this point,” Tyr explained, “We can only move on and learn how to play this game of chess.” Olympias had been partnering with Tyr for years, hence having complete faith in his judgment. In some ways, Tyr was the pillar of her heart and Regal Palace as a whole. “Oly, remember that you are not alone. The entire Regal Palace supports you. You have to believe me even though Regal Palace has yet to gain a foothold in the ancient martial arts world.” “Okay.” Olympias’ heart swelled with confidence when she heard Regal Palace being mentioned. The organization was the strongest in the hearts of every member, regardless of what the outside world thought of their organization at the time. As a result, Olympias straightened her back and approached Clovis. Clovis asked, “Before he died, Patriarch Regis asked you to be the new patriarch of the White family. Are you interested in taking the job?” Olympias didn’t know how to answer, because she had no idea what her grandfather was getting at when he pulled this play before he went to heaven. Was it to make up for the debt he owed to their family at the time? Or was it because Regis was hell-bent to make her father a patriarch at the time, so he gave her the position of patriarch right away? If that was the case, then it was pretty absurd, wasn’t it? Clovis had a specific reason for asking Olympias this question at this particular time. Undoubtedly, Clovis would declare Ansel the patriarch and salute him if Ansel’s name was written in this letter today. But he asked Olympias if she wanted to. If Olympias says she doesn’t want to, Clovis can take advantage of the situation and generate momentum for Ansel to be the patriarch. Clovis also thought that Olympias lacked the courage to accept the position on the spot. Olympias did not respond right away. Instead, she looked at Tyr. Tyr suddenly felt a lot of pressure, but in the end, he nodded decisively. Olympias declared, “Since this is Grandpa’s arrangement, I will naturally accept it.” Clovis’s heart pounded violently. The expressions of the elders around him became gloomy as well. They didn’t seem to expect a girl like Olympias to accept the patriarchal position with such boldness and courage. “Oly, have you given it some serious thought?” Clovis was clearly dissatisfied with Olympias’ response, so he insisted on trying to make her second-guess herself. “I’ve given it some thought.” Olympias was no longer afraid of anything now that she had taken this step. As this was her grandfather's final wish, she would carry it out and see what would happen. “Are you sure you’ve given it some thought?” Clovis wanted to keep asking questions. Ortwin, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still any longer. “Great Elder, this is what the master desires,” he said. “Why do you have to ask so many questions?” Clovis finally bit the bullet and shut his mouth. It was difficult for him to accept this reality, but he couldn’t ignore Regis’ final wish on this occasion. “I won’t accept this outcome.” Just then, a voice finally sounded. This voice came from Jehan. Ansel’s lineage was determined to win the position of patriarch, but unexpected drama happened and ruined that victory for them. Ansel himself was not appropriate to speak, but as his son, Jehan felt that he couldn’t remain silent at this time. Ansel did not hold Jehan back when he stood up and spoke, indicating that Jehan’s approach had been tacitly approved in advance. “Olympias has been absent from the family for the past two decades. She is only the family’s third generation. She is not qualified to be the patriarch in terms of qualifications, seniority, or abilities. I will be the first to disagree with Grandpa’s decision.” For a moment, many people looked at Jehan’s side unanimously. His words also represented the voices of the vast majority of people here. Olympias stood quietly, unsure of how to respond because Jehan was completely correct. Olympias was in no way qualified to be the patriarch of the White family. Could she assume the role solely due to Regis’ death wish? Jehan and the others could refuse Regis’ will if it would lead the family into a land of eternal destruction. Clovis turned his head to look at Ortwin. The latter was becoming irritated as he watched the situation spiral out of control. “Today’s matter is of great importance,” Clovis said at the time. “I’d like to know who among you does not support Olympias as patriarch. Raise your hands if you disagree!” “I object!” The first person to raise his hand was Jehan. The majority of those present, led by Ansel, raised their hands to protest. At the same time, some of the family’s core members who were not involved in the conflict between the two factions also raised their hands. They were acting in the family’s best interests. Regis’ decision was, in their opinion, a farce. “Master Jules, I don’t agree with that girl becoming the patriarch too.” Ettore, Quent, and others were about to raise their hands, but Jules stopped them. “Master Jules, what do you mean by that?” His followers were taken aback. Jules said, taking a deep breath, “My father must have his reasons for making such a decision. In this case, rather than opposing him, we should support him.”