Chapter 147 Andra Eleanor, whose love was like a son's, watched helplessly as she...

Time began to accelerate, and more than a decade passed in the blink of an eye.

Andra spent very little time in the palace; her influence extended across the continent, but due to the decline in shipbuilding technology, she was unable to venture overseas.

While wandering around, the King randomly kills a city lord he doesn't like.

Her followers were all wealthy and powerful, and they paid for their own travel expenses. The one with the "highest" status was King Myrcella of Norlana.

That's right, Myrcella still became the King of Norlana, whom she had always longed for, because Ophelia had been wiped out by Andra two years earlier.

The only word to use is "annihilation," because before she was killed, Ophelia had already lost her city and moved to the mountains, which in a sense meant she had become an outlaw.

She died a very swift death, without being torn to pieces or stabbed by a crooked tree. She was stabbed in the back by the knight behind her while Mysella was chasing her, and finally fell off her horse and was trampled to death.

Unlike previous incarnations, this Norlana was the first to be incorporated into Hetuya.

Using "merged in" might not be entirely accurate, because it still retained the position of "King of Norlana," although it only functioned as a mascot; in name, Norlana was not destroyed.

Eleanor didn't know if Eva in this life would be so angry she'd rise from her coffin if she knew, but she was too lazy to even comment.

The past decade or so was enough for skyscrapers to rise from the ground, for technology to develop significantly, and for a generation of educated commoners to formally enter officialdom.

But the past ten years or so of this life are like the skin of a noble person, showing no signs of aging.

Nearly fifty years old, Andra still looks young, with an even more domineering and arrogant air about him than when he was younger.

Time has worn away the velvet covering, revealing the gleam of the blade.

Eleanor floated quietly beside Andra, her deep unease evident in the emperor's expression.

She was always impatient; this land could not satisfy her.

Hunting and circus games were still fun, but they lacked novelty, and the king disliked a monotonous life.

For several years, the king watched the queens vie for attention and listened to the bards recite beautiful poems.

The king once made the queen read her own newly written stories all night long, and commissioned the most exquisite chess pieces from the artisans, but everything eventually came to an end, turning into an endless repetition.

One year, Andra suddenly became obsessed with teaching swordsmanship. She allowed the slaves, servants and even the queens in the palace to learn swordsmanship and had them grouped together to determine the first place winner.

The first-place winner in the queen's group requested the king to grant her a child, so she and the queen gave birth to a daughter in the same year, thus becoming enemies.

Andra now has thirteen children, who are gradually growing up, each one handsome and strong.

Putting everything else aside, these princesses all possess considerable talent in combat. With ten blue and three purple aptitude attributes, Andra definitely didn't pull from the friend pool.

The queen's children inherited their mother's stunning beauty. As children, they were like exquisitely crafted masterpieces by a master doll maker, so adorable that Eleanor couldn't help but glance at them from time to time.

Andra's reaction was intriguing.

Over the years, she maintained a distant relationship with the Queen, but showed no intention of deposing her. Every Lunar New Year, she would still appear alongside the Queen, standing beside her like a trophy.

The favored concubines in the palace came and went like flowing water. Each new beauty who entered the palace would bring a large amount of treasure and toys presented by her tribe to please the king, only to be ruthlessly abandoned soon after.

She made the beautiful queen's child the crown prince early on, declaring to the world that she was more noble than her other daughters—yet she also openly mocked the crown prince's weakness on various occasions, jokingly implying that her lineage was questionable.

The child was greatly stimulated and developed a muscular physique at the young age of 10, looking like a female bodybuilder with a six-part hairstyle and a three-part body.

Andra was initially interested, but after exchanging a few moves with the child, her expression turned sour.

inability.

With talent comparable to Attila's, it's not worth a second glance.

The queen was so worried that she went mad and forced her children to study hard day and night.

Fortunately, Andra treated all the children equally and without any favoritism.

On a whim, she had all the children draw their swords and spar with her on her forty-eighth birthday.

Such a frivolous order would normally be disobeyed, but she was Andra.

"Draw your sword, or I'll cut off your head."

With a clang, she drew her sword and swept it over the group of children, some trembling with fear, others glaring angrily.

"You're insane! They're all your children!!"

Eleanor slammed her fist on the table and shouted, but no one could hear her.

The princesses were only sobbing quietly, while the queen and one of the princesses were patting their daughters and telling them, "Listen to your mother."

"quick!"

Andra urged sharply, but his eyes remained calm. "Draw your swords and attack me with all your might—I will forgive you."

The sound of swords being drawn rang out one after another.

The boys charged toward the mother who was sneering in the center—

One sword, two swords, three swords.

The sword light spread from a point to a surface, transforming into streaks of silver arcs that etched a sigh onto the princesses.

"Too weak."

Andra lowered his brows and shook his head, casually brushing past one princess after another, blocking their paths of advance and retreat with a single sword strike.

Some were slashed in the shoulder, some in the leg, and one even went through the chest.

Pfft—

This was a mother's compassion; each sword strike was imbued with little force, merely ordinary slashes and pierces.

The princesses lay sprawled on the banquet floor. Andra shook his head with a grim face: "Disgusting! How dare they claim to be my daughters when they're so weak?"

Eleanor hardened her fists, and the Void gave her two punches, but unfortunately, they missed.

This Andra is so annoying! Even more annoying than the original Andra... She's totally a piece of trash.

She hovered angrily around Andra, trying to find something redeeming about the guy.

A year later, they actually found it—a person who loved the people like his own children.

Andra did not summon the commoners and slaves to a banquet, give each of them a sword, and then have them kill indiscriminately.

The cause was nothing more than a trivial matter to the nobles: the Fifth Princess tested her sword on a slave and "accidentally" killed a commoner.

This matter was originally forgotten and no one paid any attention to it.

Unfortunately, the commoner's daughter was willing to risk her life, rolling out during Andra's hunt and taking an arrow with her body.

"Hey, there's someone else here. Are you here to assassinate someone or to play the tiger?"

The king put away his longbow and leaned comfortably against the tree trunk, looking down at the people struggling on the ground.

The young man, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder, knelt at the king's feet and recounted the princess's crimes in detail.

"Oh? Then what are you doing here?"

Andra's interest grew stronger.

In those days, there was no such thing as the prince being subject to the same laws as the commoner. Those of noble blood were born noble, so what could a mere commoner possibly ask when he came to the king to lodge a complaint?

The woman clenched her fists; she may have genuinely intended to assassinate the king.

No matter how ignorant a person is, they will feel despair at the rising momentum when they come before Andra.

If you dare to draw your sword against the person in front of you, the only result will be death upon death.

Then the young man cried out in despair, "I want her to pay with her life!!"

"ha."

If it were any other king, that single sentence would be a serious crime, enough to kill his entire family.

But Andra laughed so hard he almost fell over, and it took him several seconds to calm down.

Hahahaha.

Wang readily agreed: "Okay, I'll give you a chance."

Lacking entertainment options, the playful Andra built the world's largest arena in the bustling capital, where wild beasts, slaves, and warriors from various nations entertained everyone.

These cruel performances were highly praised and even regarded as a sign of the king's benevolent rule.

A few days later, a unique performance will be held in the arena.

The noble fifth princess battles against a lowly commoner in a life-or-death duel before gods and kings.

Since the princess was at fault, the commoners were allowed to wear full armor and use longswords, while the princess was not allowed to wear armor and could only use daggers.

This performance, destined to be recorded in history, quickly came to an end. The Fifth Princess threw the blood-stained dagger at her mother's feet and shouted, "Why have you humiliated me like this?!"

There was no applause or boos at the moment of her victory; it was completely silent.

How shameful!

Andra picked up the blood-stained dagger and patted her daughter's face with the flat of the blade.

"What, wasn't it your fault?"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement; she was clearly not advocating for justice for ordinary people, but simply wanted to see an interesting performance.

The Fifth Princess's eyes were bloodshot; she wasn't usually such an easily angered person.

From a very young age, her mother treated everyone around her, especially the children, as toys, using them to play cricket fighting games.

She thought she had grown up, but it turns out she was still living in a cricket jar!

The fifth princess stared into the king's eyes and said sarcastically, "Is that so? Then you've killed so many people, all the commoners are ready to duel with you!"

Andra tossed aside the dagger and patted his daughter's shoulder forcefully: "I don't need duels. I welcome anyone to take revenge on me anytime."

The princess bit her lip; she knew her mother was telling the truth.

So many years of war have left blood on our hands, and every moment someone is plotting revenge against King Hetuya.

Andra had killed many assassins; the banquet he hosted was filled with killers inside and out.

All of these people are dead, but the king is still alive.

Arrogance is the privilege of the strong.

Just as the Fifth Princess was about to convince herself, Andra grinned, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something.

“I am not like you. I am the king. How could I possibly perform in front of others like a monkey? Hahahaha.”

Amidst the king's hearty laughter, the Fifth Princess's eyes and face turned completely bloodshot.

......

Andra set a very bad... or rather, a very "good" start.

More and more people began to challenge lawless nobles and even princesses to duels.

Commoners cannot defeat nobles, but as victims, they can request or hire a powerful dueling agent to seek justice for them.

Andra was pleased with this and approved many duels, using the blood of both sides to stir up a bit of pleasure.

These pleasures come and go quickly.

When Andra was fifty-five, his weariness of the mundane reached its peak.

After a hunt, she lingered and did not return to the palace. Instead, she lay under a large tree at the city gate, resting her arms behind her head and lost in thought.

So boring.

She was familiar with all the story tropes and was an expert at playing various games; neither clowns nor beauties could excite her.

She had slaughtered to her heart's content on the battlefield, but the entertainment performances in the arena were ultimately not exciting enough.

Will a new war break out?

Come on, Nolana is already a fallen kingdom, the Belai have been subjugated for a long time, and the lords of nearby cities have been behaving like quails lately.

Andra sighed. If he didn't still have a shred of reason, he would have loved to row a barrel across the ocean and run wild on the other side.

Decades later, she will bring back a carefully selected child, claiming him as her heir, and use a savage army and the child who has successfully risen to power in the palace to start a tense and exciting "underdog overthrowing the superior".

In a place she couldn't see, a transparent girl was also floating in mid-air, sighing.

She traveled through many parts of the continent during the accelerated time, where technological development had essentially stagnated, and even the population had taken decades to recover to about half its original size.

How could you sleep, you big bad Andra!

Eleanor couldn't stand it anymore. Cupid was such a wicked person, forcing her to watch this kind of worldline that shouldn't exist.

She swung her fist at the lover who wasn't her lover, and as she threw the punch, she suddenly felt a push from behind.

"Yeah, if you can't stand it, then don't watch it."

Cupid chuckled in her ear, "Come on—use your wits to defeat that foolish tyrant. Go for it, true love is invincible!"

W-what?

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and Eleanor watched helplessly as she plummeted from mid-air—from the treetops—straight down into the young man who was resting in the shade beneath the tree.

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Author's Note: Hehe~ I feel this timeline is very suitable for the melody of the song "Viva La Vida," although the monarch in this song ends up on the guillotine, and no one (except Eleanor) can kill Andra w