An associate professor in life engineering travels to a medieval European fantasy world. Using modern biochemistry, he discovers that viruses, bacteria, and parasites extinct in human history are a...
Clarence tugged at the girl's sleeve and led her to a corner, saying solemnly, "Sabrina, I want you to understand one thing: the 'Elders' have never intended to become an enemy of the Kingdom of Twilight. To some extent, the Kingdom's attitude towards the alien races and its conflict with the Church aligns with our interests. Our greatest enemy remains the Church. If we can reach a private alliance with the Holy Son, it will be most beneficial for both sides."
Sabrina listened while pouting unhappily: "Elder, do you mean to put aside all prejudices, even spare those apostates, and ally with King Todd?"
“Those traitors who betrayed Taro will naturally receive the most severe punishment. But if I had to make a choice, the secret of the ‘Successor’ should be the top priority, followed by the alliance with the kingdom, and lastly, the elimination of the traitors.” Clarence said with a grim face, “However, if King Muxi insists on not giving in on the ‘Successor’ issue, I will have no choice but to take forceful measures to obtain everything I want.”
The theater lights slowly dimmed, and the leader of the "Golden Lark" troupe walked onto the stage. After everyone was seated, he addressed them in a warm and enthusiastic tone: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Royal Gala of the Kingdom of Muxi! First, let us greet our great, wise, fearless, and benevolent His Majesty with the most sincere hearts and the most devout souls! Our revered Holy Son!"
The orchestra in the backstage of the theater played ceremonial music, and the alien species with the "spotlight" ability focused and projected the light on the stage. Fully armed guards lined up and entered the venue, guarding every passage and every entrance.
The appearance of a figure on the VIP terrace on the second floor plunged everyone present into a frenzy of cheers and prayers.
Looking at the frenzied state of the crowd around her, Sabrina raised her head and carefully observed the high and mighty monarch. After a long while, she said to Clarence, "The King of Musi that I imagine is taller, stronger, and with a more ferocious expression..."
Clarence's gaze also fell upon the terrace, and after a moment he said, "How interesting."