Chapter 140 Interwoven Threads
◎Your Majesty, you said before that you had prepared a rope for her.◎
Rustle—the wind was blowing wildly, and the branches rolled into a ball, hitting the gravel along the way.
A group of cavalry appeared at the end of the field of vision. They were Elena and the Royal Guards who had hurried back ahead of the legion.
The fierce wind and heavy rain trapped the infantry regiment in the valley camp, but she did not dare to delay for a moment. She asked the cavalry to take off their heavy armor and hand it over to the infantry, and then she rode her horses to break out.
"Your Highness, the royal city is just ahead. Should we set up camp outside the city first... cough cough cough." The adjutant was overwhelmed by the wind. He adjusted his helmet and looked at the regent hopefully.
"No, go in now, Marcus is dead."
Elena took the lead, like a leader among a flock of geese. She glanced back at Daphne, who was escorted by three cavalrymen, and then rushed towards the city gate with a solemn expression.
【Behind is a fairy trap. 】
The Fairy Queen's declaration almost turned the conspiracy into an open one. She could not abandon Melia and would definitely take the initiative to fall into the most dangerous trap.
What had become of Rome? A few days earlier, Roni had sent word that Marcus was dead and the Senate had been taken under control. But then there was no news, a dead silence.
It was hardly the season for storms, yet hailstorms battered the ground for a week straight. Not only were farmers unable to plant on time, but the army was also unable to continue its march in such inclement weather.
Suspicions were mounting. If the crisis facing Rome was similar to the one in Athens, the fairy should have expected her to bring more people back, not deliberately set up obstacles.
Either the plan wasn't complete, and she was using the bad weather to slow her down. Or... this time the magic was so extreme it even altered reality.
Ta-da, ta-da-da.
The roar of wind and rain blocked out the sound, and it was not until Ronnie and her horse broke through the rain that the soldiers noticed her arrival.
"Ronnie!" Elena greeted her joyfully, her smile fleeting. "How's it going? Is everything arranged inside? Have you erased the suspicious patterns?"
Ronnie shook her head palely: "No, hurry, hurry..."
"Run?"
Elena raised her right hand, ready to order the others to scatter and rush back to the main group as planned. She would not flee, because the goblins would not let Melia go.
"Tell—"
Tell what? Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to tell you?
Her memory stopped at that moment. Elena was still thinking about her plan for Daphne: the demon had taken over Melia's body, and she had to find a way to expel the spirit so she could welcome...
Welcome, welcome... Time was slowing down, the water between heaven and earth was flowing backwards, Ronnie's pale face was becoming fainter and fainter, her consciousness was accelerating, diving, moving forward, and moving backward.
Countless images flashed and collapsed, exploding with thoughts of a profusion of flowers.
I want to rescue Melia.
I want to defeat the goblin.
I will return to Rome and ascend the throne.
If Marcus dies, I will become the Roman emperor.
Become emperor.
I will defeat every enemy.
I've returned to Rome.
I want--
boom!
…
Hiss—Elena opened her eyes, startled awake from the large couch, and reached for the long sword hanging on the side.
When my right hand touched the cold hilt of the sword, the buzzing in my head gradually disappeared.
Strange, I didn’t sleep well.
She rarely has nightmares and rarely dreams.
Elena drew her sword and stroked the blade against the sunlight through the window. The sharp touch brought her back to consciousness.
Swoosh—a normal person would have been bruised to the point of bleeding, but her skin remained smooth. After all, her dragon scales were internalized, so even if she was attacked while asleep, they could still protect her vital parts.
"Ronnie."
As soon as she said that, she was stunned. Why did she call Roni? She was a general, not a maid. Even if the army hadn't launched an attack recently, there was no need to trouble her friend.
"His Majesty."
Ronnie pushed open the door, walked a few steps in front of her, knelt on one knee and waited for orders.
"Huh, you're helping me keep watch again? This is not a general's duty." Elena raised the corners of her mouth, and there was no reprimand in her tone.
Luo Ni stood up naturally and put her right hand back on the hilt of the sword. "It just so happens that I have nothing to do. It seems that His Majesty has a new idea."
The discomfort and anxiety she felt when she woke up in the morning finally dissipated. Looking at her best friend, Elena stretched her shoulders and said, "Haha~ You're not lazy at all. If you have nothing to do, you can go play..."
What to kick?
Kick a person? Kick a dog? Kick a bottle?
It was a slip of the tongue.
She was silent for a moment, looking toward the window. "Hmm, isn't it too empty? What if I added... a flag?"
A sense of confusion enveloped her softly, and she couldn't help but press her forehead: What happened today? I was awakened by a nightmare and even forgot everything I was doing.
What am I going to do?
Ascend the throne? Pfft, he's already done it. Marcus's limbs and head were ground into dust and thrown into the gutter. That foolish Ophelia actually dared to ally with the Pantheon. Luckily the high priestess had the sense to do what was best for her—tsk, what was I thinking?
Scenes flooded out from my memory, boiling in my mind.
Elena never recounted her experiences before going to bed, nor did she sob late at night, but today's memories came back so fiercely that she almost cried.
"Your Majesty?" Ronnie supported her shoulders and slowly laid her flat on the couch.
"I'm fine... Is there anything urgent that needs to be dealt with today?" She wouldn't expose her vulnerability in front of others, but it was different for her close friends. Elena looked at Ronnie, hoping she could give her some clues.
Urgent? Dealing?
"Of course Melia."
As soon as the words left her mouth, both of them froze. Roni shut her mouth stiffly: "Why am I bringing up such a topic? Melia is nothing important. His Majesty himself said that Melia is like a fly, harmless and disgusting."
No, it’s very important. Very important.
A thought flashed through her mind, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to let His Majesty see her expression. "Crazy! I must get a good rest when I get home tonight."
"Meliya?"
Surprisingly, Elena didn't even frown.
She was known for her unwavering vengeance, never waiting for an hour. If anyone dared to plot a conspiracy behind closed doors, the Queen's guards would arrive swiftly. According to Elena's personality, beheading was a 90% chance, and the remaining 10% would involve special treatment, such as high-temperature steaming.
After a few seconds, Elena asked in a daze: "How is Melia now?"
Oddly enough, she hadn't paid any attention to this guy in years. When she was little, she thought she would hold a grudge for the rest of her life, but as she encountered more and more people and things, she began to think that stupid people weren't that hateful.
Melia had humiliated her, but she also saved her life, so in a roundabout way she could have been given a good death.
Rounding off...where did this saying come from?
【No, there is a problem.】
She opened her eyes, her pupils constricted. Muala's death was public knowledge, and Melia had been reduced to debt slavery. And then—she redeemed herself, and she was jumping up and down.
How could I not care? I should have gotten rid of her sometime ago.
"The intelligence officer has been keeping a close eye on her. She can be captured at any time as long as you give the order." Ronnie's expression suddenly changed halfway through her words: she was in a daze and didn't want to speak at all.
[Your Majesty, you mentioned earlier that you had prepared a rope for her.]
The second half of the sentence emerged in her mind, and she felt nauseous from the bottom of her heart.
His Majesty said that if Melia causes trouble again, she will be dragged to the city wall and hanged.
Yes, Your Majesty said so, just last night.
"Ugh!" Ronnie's face became worse and worse. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from vomiting on the carpet.
"Ronnie?! If you want to vomit, just vomit. I'll go call a witch doctor for you." Elena stood up suddenly, picked up the vase with a collapsed edge and put it to her mouth.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo—" Ronnie gasped and pushed the vase away, her teeth chattering. She grabbed Elena's arm, wanting to tell her something with all her heart.
Tears welled up in my eyes. How could one tell others something that he himself could not even remember?
Why was Ronnie crying? She had always been in good health and rarely got sick.
Because of Melia?
How could that be possible? Ronnie and Melia had no connection at all. Unless watching a gladiatorial show counted—
"Why am I here? To help you get some information, idiot."
The girl lifted her hair, her emerald eyes sparkling under the clear sky.
When did that happen?!
Her hand, supporting Roni's, suddenly clenched, her mind racing. Something must be wrong between memory and reality. A potion? A spell? She was truly underestimated. Someone had slipped through the net and dared to target the Roman emperor!
Knock knock knock.
There was a timid knock on the door.
[“Your Majesty, Melia has been hanged.”]
"Oh, really? There's no need to report such trivial matters."
Things that hadn't happened flooded into my mind, and my teeth accidentally bit my lip. No, no, no, no, this shouldn't be like this.
[But this thing will definitely happen.] Her intuition echoed in her mind, and she was so sure of it, as if she had read a book that had already compiled her destiny.
"Your Majesty, don't--" Ronnie held her hand in horror.
"…fine."
Elena took a deep breath and opened the door forcefully.
Seeing the emperor's face, the messenger was frightened and stunned: Shouldn't the maid help open the door?
He at least remembered his duty and moved his lips.
clang——
A sharp blade was placed across the neck, held by His Majesty himself.
"Pass the order." His deep blue eyes were like the abyss. "From now on, no one may mention Melia in my presence without my order. Go, inform the magistrates and the Senate that hangings are to be banned throughout Rome immediately."
…
Brush, there was a small empty space next to the pillow.
Melia closed her eyes, pretending she was still asleep. After a few seconds, she felt a slight touch on her cheek, but she steeled herself and remained motionless.
Tap, tap. Boots stomped on the floor, and then the door opened and closed.
Really, after changing armor and rushing to fight early in the morning, can't you take a break and leave all the pressure to the goblins?
About ten minutes later, figuring that Alexandra would not come back immediately, Melia finally got up from the bed and looked around like a thief.
Good thing there weren't any servants in the castle. If there were any goblins or ghosts left, she wouldn't be able to escape.
That's right, jailbreak. Melia pulled the mini unicorn out of her arms and rubbed it vigorously. "I'm sorry, I have to escape from here. I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."
After saying that, she turned into a cat and jumped under the bed, holding the unicorn in her mouth and continuously hitting the ground with the horn.
Humph, she hadn't been idle these past few days, exploring every corner of the castle until she finally found the familiar magic circle right below. The goblins were cunning, hiding the most dangerous things in the safest places. Anyone who wanted to destroy this would have to get past Alexandra first.
Even if Alexandra is not around, not just anyone can destroy the magic circle.
This is engraved in a space similar to Shadow Rome. What can carve out time and space?
Eat My Unicorn Impact—The cat shook its head vigorously.
Crack! The magic circle that had been drilled for a week now made a cracking sound as it could no longer bear the weight.
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