Chapter 50: A Chance Encounter with Love Can Really Change an Alpha's Temperament...

Shi Wei chose a time when His Majesty was in a good mood to tell him about her brother Sermo. The Security Bureau quickly received intelligence—it wasn't a serious problem. Bai Jiao was using the eldest son of the Crozier family to smuggle some contraband into the Chaotic Starfield.

"Star-source material?" Shi Wei frowned. Even if she didn't know much about national defense, she knew that this kind of material was usually used in star-source nuclear warheads—a type of nuclear missile that could destroy small and medium-sized planets.

Therefore, all major countries and organizations strictly prohibit the export of this substance. During the great cosmic war, everyone was frantically stockpiling this resource, and to this day, this substance still represents a kind of "nuclear deterrence".

“The mercenaries don’t lack this kind of stuff. There are several large mines in the Chaotic Starfield, but with the attitude of hoarding as much as possible, they often smuggle star-source materials from other places,” the security bureau personnel said. “This is a serious crime of smuggling, and the director hopes you will investigate it thoroughly.”

The Director of the Security Bureau, Tan Jiang, and the Chief of the Secret Service, Lu Qi, shared power and jointly managed the Security Bureau. This man was very low-key, and Shi Wei had never met him before, only knowing that he was an old-fashioned conservative.

His request was quite influential.

Shi Wei paused for a few seconds to mourn for Sermo, then heard His Majesty say, "The Croce family has been quite well-behaved for the past few hundred years. Old Croce has been loyal to the Empire his whole life. It's a pity to strip him of his title just like that. Find a pretext to remove him from his post. Has that female orc been captured?"

"No." The security personnel looked slightly embarrassed. "She seems to have vanished into thin air. We suspect she transformed into her beast form and went into hiding."

Is Bai Jiao really that powerful? Shi Wei was a little doubtful, but when she thought of Bai Xiao who had successfully escaped from prison, she quickly understood: snakes are creatures with extremely strong stealth capabilities, and they are pure-blooded beastmen, so they probably have some special abilities.

King Scolag II looked at her: "Although it hasn't been publicly announced, those who need to know will know. The Croce family will find it difficult to become a major noble family within the next hundred years. If you are not satisfied..."

He didn't finish his sentence. After dealing with a lot of things, his sea-blue eyes looked tired, but he still tried his best to weigh her request.

Shi Wei was a little confused: "What am I dissatisfied with?"

His Majesty glanced at her and said quietly, "You rarely ask anything of me, but this matter cannot be let off lightly. You are on good terms with the second son of the Croce family. He is very loyal and even put family members aside for the greater good, but this is the only way I can deal with it."

Shi Wei felt he was overthinking things and said speechlessly, "I only promised to protect his brother from death. Smuggling is a serious crime, and dismissing him from his post is already very lenient."

King Sklag II looked at her and saw that she really thought so—she didn't seem sad for the minor nobleman at all. Relieved, he said, "He is indeed very pragmatic. You said that female orc was beautiful; perhaps his brother was just deceived."

His words sounded like a hypocritical attempt to whitewash his rival, but the oblivious Shi Wei didn't notice at all. She took a sip of tea and looked at him disapprovingly: "Come on, it's a willing buyer and a willing seller. What do you mean by being bewitched by beauty? You might as well say he's blinded by money..."

Oh no, we're going in the wrong direction.

His Majesty glanced at the tea in her cup and changed the subject: "How is this seasonal new tea you've had today?"

Shi Wei looked at the cup, then smelled it carefully, and frowned: "The smell is too strong, a bit overpowering."

"Then let them choose something else next time." His Majesty seemed very easygoing.

"By the way, YN1 has been renamed Moonfall Star, and a celebration ceremony will be held next week. I see you really like the local customs and culture there. Would you like to go and explore some more?" King Sklag II seemed to be very understanding.

Just then, Shi Wei was really annoyed by that lousy report. Even going out for a walk would result in her being posted online. After hearing his suggestion, she was about to nod when she said, "Won't something unexpected happen this time?"

Seeing the doubtful look on the Omega's face, His Majesty smiled gently, feeling much better, and said, "No, if anything goes wrong this time, I might as well quit being emperor. Don't worry, Lavezzi will go with you."

Lavezzi is the captain of the Royal Guard, and he used to protect His Majesty in his early years. It seems a bit of a waste to have such a powerful bodyguard following her.

"Then what will you do?" She took the captain of the guard away; what will happen to His Majesty?

His Majesty seemed amused by her and said, "What am I supposed to do? I haven't been going out lately, how could Yi Lan possibly march all the way to the capital?"

That makes sense. Shi Wei had checked his recent schedule and there wasn't anything major going on. He should be quite free—no matter how powerful the mercenaries are, they wouldn't attack the capital, would they?

Shi Wei hummed in agreement and kissed his cheek: "I'm going to class now. Remember to rest when you're done."

His Majesty nodded. Shi Wei glanced at him and felt that he had suddenly become much more understanding and less clingy lately. So she kissed his lips again to express her appreciation.

As a result, His Majesty misunderstood that she didn't want to go to class, and clung to her for a long time, which frightened Shi Wei so much that she quickly grabbed some snacks and ran away.

Attending class is paramount; men will only slow down her learning.

Not long after Shi Wei left, a servant came to report: "Prince Cyril has arrived."

"Let him in."

...

The little robot led the handsome young man in white into the room and then slowly rolled out.

"Still no improvement?" The superior's deep voice was completely different from his previous demeanor.

The young man in white shook his head, looking exhausted. "Maybe I'll be fine after a rest, but it's nothing serious, not a big problem."

A long silence.

"The research institute said all the data are good, and the report from the psychologist a few days ago also showed no problems. So..." The young man hesitated, "I guess I'm just tired."

If that's the case, will Father Emperor allow him to rest for a while? What about the southern region...?

He was still pondering when he heard His Majesty's voice, which forbade any dissent: "Put aside what you're doing and start your vacation. Leave everything to that Jiang family brat. My son is already exhausted, and his nephew Jiang Guyuan is still out there on blind dates?"

Cyril chuckled. His father had become less dignified lately, even telling jokes to cheer him up—he quickly realized why and lowered his eyes.

That Omega is also a very interesting person. He often argues with Similan, questions his father, and even curses when provoked.

She is a very vivid person, much better than that false and glamorous empty shell.

That's why her younger brother would tease her all the time, and her father would also enjoy spending time with her.

King Skolag II was unaware that his son's thoughts had wandered off into the wrong place. Seeing him lost in thought, he assumed he was in a bad mood and his tone became even sterner: "This can't go on. Go to the Holy Monument as soon as possible. The people there should be able to restore you to normal. Your source blood concentration is good; she should be able to see you."

Mentioning the mysterious Holy Monument, even Cyril was a little curious and asked, "Will Lady Asta really see me? The Holy Monument opens once every ninety years. It was opened before Similan and I were born, and it won't open again for another fifty years. If I go in outside of opening hours, will it disturb her?"

His Majesty glanced at him and said unhappily, "What's there to disturb? The royal family can enter once every hundred years. It's a privilege for descendants. If you don't go to Asta, you'll just be sleeping in there anyway."

Cyril smiled slightly. Here we go again. His father's words are getting more and more interesting. Although it sounds a bit like coaxing a child, it gives him a sense of warmth in front of his father.

Love really can drastically change an Alpha's personality.

Cyril thought about it and decided there was no harm in going. He continued, "I've heard that the ancestors received Asta's blessing every time they entered the Holy Monument. Is it true that their wishes can be fulfilled?"

His grandfather was a devout follower of the worship of gods—no, he went to the Holy Monument to worship Asta, and it is rumored that this is how his blue-eyed father was born.

However, my father never went to the sacred stele, nor did he like to attend ordinary worship ceremonies.

Hearing his son's question, Sklag II replied casually, "I don't know. I've never been there. Maybe there's nothing inside. Our ancestors went in for a stroll and then came out to brag—as long as everyone believes in the god Asta, then it will work."

Cyril almost laughed again, but he managed to hold it in when he heard his father continue, "It's been thousands of years, Asta might have weathered away long ago."

This malicious conjecture, tinged with deep resentment, made Cyril burst out laughing: "Father, even with preservation techniques from two thousand years ago, those two bodies wouldn't have weathered away. Besides—if Shiwei heard you say that about her idols, she'd be angry."

With a certain Omega absent, His Majesty's disdain for Asta was written all over his face.

This is why emperors throughout history have treasured Asta's relics, using them directly as small gifts to please women—to date, Shi Wei has at least dozens of items related to Asta.

Cyril recalled an old incident: not long after he and his brother were born, their father locked everything related to Asta in a corner of the royal archives. Even movies and novels about Asta were restricted from publication during that time. Secretary Jiang had told him this; they had always thought His Majesty disliked Asta, but seeing Shi Wei place an Asta statue in the palace garden and visit it frequently, without His Majesty showing any reaction—it seemed that wasn't the case.

Seeing that His Majesty was in a good mood, Cyril asked a question that many people were curious about: "I have wanted to ask you for a long time, why have you never been to the Holy Monument, not even during the most difficult times for the Empire?"

Asta still exists, which is the biggest secret of the royal family. So many generations of records cannot be false. It is an opportunity that can only be sought once every hundred years—and his father has given it to him like this. His feelings are still very complicated.

"It's too unfilial to trouble others with help after someone has been dead for so long." His Majesty looked at him and sighed: "Back then, I was young and impetuous and thought I could do it. Although... I did manage to do it now, it was still very hard work. As for sending you, it's just to give it a try. We haven't used it for the past hundred years, so we can't waste the opportunity. It would be a waste not to go."

If the country is truly on the verge of collapse, isn't there still this hundred-year opportunity?

It seemed that her father really didn't care about this precious opportunity. Cyril was still a little hesitant. Was it too wasteful to bother that person with such a trivial matter as her health?

Seeing that he was still hesitating, King Skolag II frowned: "If you don't go, I'll send Shi Wei instead. She's wanted to go for a long time. If she actually sees Asta alive, she might be willing to marry me..."

Seeing that his father was joking in a serious manner, Cyril gave him face and said, "Then I'll go. If that lord is willing to see Shiwei, she might not come out, and then you'll be in trouble."

Oh no, it seems like that's really possible.

The plan to save this once-in-a-century opportunity made His Majesty, who had successfully met his idol, hesitate—

It's better not to let her go.

That annoying woman will definitely say bad things about him.

Looking at his son, whose tone was noticeably lighter, King Sklag II smiled at him and said, "Go and get ready."

Cyril nodded, bowed, and was about to leave when he suddenly turned back to look at his father.

"What's wrong?" King Sklag II asked.

“If, I mean if—” Cyril’s voice was a little hoarse, “If I really have a problem, would you let Similan…”

Before he could finish speaking, His Majesty interrupted him: "There are no 'ifs.' There are some things I don't want to say because I think you're all too young. The throne isn't a good thing—"

Cyril's eyes widened; he hadn't expected him to say that.

King Sklag II said, "Now I understand why King Sklag I was so irritable in the later years of his reign. In fact, for most people, sitting in this position means sacrificing a lot of things, like Shi Wei. I have always felt guilty towards her."

The air seemed to freeze. Cyril had never heard his father speak in such a sorrowful tone: "My life is dedicated to the Empire. What I can give her is only a small part, unlike other Alphas. So I want to wait until you and Similan find your destined one before making any arrangements."

Throughout his century-long life, he never had a second choice, whether it was to succeed to the throne or to get married.

Not even once.

So he wanted to give his two sons as many choices as possible.

“But since you asked, I’m willing to answer you—” His father smiled at him.

"As long as you are well, everything in the empire will be yours."

Cyril's heart pounded.

His body seemed to be infused with boundless vitality.

He had always felt that he was only born a little earlier than Similan. His father had pure blue eyes, while his eyes were blue-black, not much different from Similan's golden eyes.

Similan has a better physique than him and is one of the strongest Alphas in the empire. He is also excellent in military affairs. Manra is martial and his father usually appreciates Similan more.

His Majesty seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "Smilan is indeed more like me, but ultimately he is not the same, and he will not encounter the same opportunities as me. You, on the other hand, are more suited to this position."

Jiang Guyuan saw through this, which is why he bet on the eldest prince.

Watching Cyril's excited figure disappear into the distance, His Majesty sighed silently.

In front of him was a genetic testing report.

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Author's note: Your Majesty: I have more faith in you.

Cyril: Happy!

Shi Wei: Huh? Aren't I the female lead? How could I have made a mistake?

The author whispered: But Similan is really unreliable.

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It is said that His Majesty has also learned to appreciate tea, but the naturally naive can be the nemesis of the cunning. It can't be said that Shi Wei is naturally naive; her way of thinking is quite unique, which sometimes makes even an old hand like His Majesty unsure of what to do.