Chapter 158 Epilogue (Part 2) Wedding Gift
◎On the day of the Roman emperor's wedding, the guests presented a variety of gifts.◎
The Senate was shrouded in gloom. Except for Muro, everyone's face was stinker than a coffin lid.
"Enough." Apilos, one of the newest Supreme Elders after the death of three Supreme Elders, pounded the table with his head stiffened. "Think carefully, how are we going to oppose—"
"Oh? I heard [objection]?"
The door opened with a click, and the elders' shoulders trembled as they lowered their heads. In a moment, the emperor sat on his special throne.
It should have been empty! They only dared to complain in their hearts. After all, Caesar was the same and they were used to it.
[Damn it, no one objected to your coronation!]
A group of old nobles, led by Apylos, looked as if they had eaten a fly.
Everyone thought that this half-blood emperor had risen to the throne unexpectedly by virtue of his merit in saving the Roman capital, so he had to appease them at least, even if it was just by putting out a scapegoat and giving them a few sweet treats to ease the situation?
I didn't expect it didn't exist at all.
Not only did Elena dare to praise the generals and soldiers who contributed to her enthronement and "not pursue any responsibility", she also dared to leave the Senate aside until the coronation ceremony.
The night before yesterday, everyone waited for her to give in, and the next morning, she was escorted to the scene by generals. Who else would do this? Damn it.
The elders were ready to slowly accept the new emperor's approach: the crown had been offered, there was no way to refuse. Better to wait and see; sooner or later, his weaknesses would be apparent.
Everything required people. Even if Elena had eight heads, wouldn't she still have to rely on them to issue orders? Those generals only received military training. How could they manage government affairs? This was the experience accumulated by generations of nobles, and it couldn't be easily replaced.
Just when they were mentally prepared to fight Elena head-on, a new storm emerged.
Elena sneered and nodded at the senior elders: "I'm the one who wants to establish a queen, how can you still object?"
The elders looked at each other, and finally Apylus gritted his teeth and straightened his back: "Generally speaking, the gender of the queen is——"
"Yes, Melia is a woman, and the Queen is also a woman, absolutely correct."
Tsk, Apylos was hoping someone would stand up for him and refute the shameless Majesty, but unfortunately no one did.
So he reluctantly insisted: "But you are also a woman..."
Elena looked up. "Huh? Can't women be emperors? There were sixteen Roman emperors in total, and eight of them were women."
Apilus' chair leg cracked. He managed to steady himself. "In any case, there's no precedent for this. You're a woman, you must marry a royal husband."
"Must? Are you ordering the Roman Emperor?"
Click, click! The others took a step back while holding their chairs.
Bastards, don’t you even want your blood to be splattered?! Apiros covered his face in grief and anger: He is only forty-five years old. When he was young, he didn’t plan to develop into a supreme elder. But recently, the senators have been kneeling one after another, and it’s his turn.
Could anyone help me out and tell me what to do about this?
Snap, snap, snap.
The crisp sound of footsteps approached from afar, and the sharp-eyed guards quickly put away their weapons: "Welcome Her Majesty the Queen——"
Suddenly, an elder shouted in grief and indignation: "She is not yet the queen!"
Under the accusing gazes of the crowd, the elder was pushed back by the guards. Elena's smile was almost a grin: "It will be soon."
Melia entered the palace. She always dressed simply, and today she wore a pure white robe, with only a pure gold laurel crown covering her long black hair. Even the most discerning elders had to admit: judging by her appearance and temperament, this princess looked more like a real princess than Her Highness Ophelia.
Melia walked up to Elena and stood beside her with dignity.
The Senate had no reserved seats for the queen or the king's wife; this was the territory of the senators and the emperor. Someone, realizing this, immediately cheered up: "Miss Melia, we are discussing your marriage."
The implication was clearly harsh. A junior should avoid such occasions and leave the decision-making to the emperor and the elders. This was the proper way.
"But, didn't you say... I'm not the queen yet?" Melia smiled. Just when the elders thought she had revealed a flaw and were about to take advantage of the situation, she leisurely threw out the second sentence.
"Then I will inherit my father's position."
The father's position...ah, I almost forgot, Melia is Muala's child.
The previous emperor was Caesar, who had deliberately blocked her seat. But the new emperor was different, and he was eager to let her take up two seats.
If Melia takes the position of the highest senator, with the astonishing wealth of the richest man in Rome and Elena's wholehearted support, there will be no place for them in the Senate!
Apylus panicked. He looked around, but no one dared to look him in the eye.
Muro, Muro is also Elena's man, and he is also Melia's brother. If Melia is really allowed to enter the Senate, it would be better to let her be the queen.
Although he lacked political savvy, he finally realized under pressure: No matter how important face is, can it outweigh substance? It would be better to back down and give Elena a favor, so that he could slowly build his career in the Senate.
Apiros raised his hand slightly, feeling something was amiss. Luckily, another elder spoke up just in time, his eyes fixed on Elena. "Your Majesty, if you insist on making Miss Melia your empress, what about the heir?"
Yes, this is the breakthrough.
The elders nodded silently. If you want something, you have to pay for it. They couldn't let Elena develop a stingy temper. She had to be a little submissive.
"Heir? I already have one. Come out quickly, Menia." Elena slapped the table.
?
The elders were horrified. Could it be that His Majesty loved her so deeply that he was prepared to abdicate? Even worse, who was Menea? Melia's long-lost sister?
Before they could speak, the tablecloth suddenly shook.
Whoosh, a snow-white cat ball ran out with a pillow in its mouth, jumping with its paws in dissatisfaction: "Really, don't disturb my sleep~" Humph, the mothers were too slow, causing her to run over in advance and fall asleep directly.
Different, different species.
Apilos was stunned for a long time before he realized that there was an alien lying under the table!
He opened his mouth in a babbling voice: "Your Majesty, are you kidding me? You want an alien to be your heir?!" This alien is a cat after all, what does it have to do with the throne?
"Ha." Before Elena could get angry, Cat Ball had already shaken its tail and ran towards Apilos, scaring him so much that he covered his face.
"Hey, who wants to grab your stinky face?"
Rustle, whoosh~
Nini flipped in mid-air, gradually extending and growing. Her dragon wings and tail swept across the hall, rubbing against the stone pillars. Her two claws dived into the floor, leaving deep marks on the stone.
Yes, it is printed, not engraved.
The brave elder stuck his head out and saw that where his claws pressed, the stone sank like tofu.
Gulp, they all swallowed their saliva.
"Gurgle, gurgle." Apiros was the closest. His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground. Nini curled her claws and bounced him to the door in disgust.
Elena walked up to the dragon, patted her golden scales, and raised her lips to the elders: "My heir is a dragon. Who agrees and who disagrees now?"
…
The sky was clear on the wedding day.
Ilit put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand, and almost didn't try it twice: "You're lucky, it's the newly made Sky Blue~"
"Is it okay to use blue?"
Melia took the mirror and the glass reflected a warm smile.
Joy radiated from her brows, and her emerald eyes looked particularly lively against the backdrop of the blue corners of her eyes.
"Hehe~ How could my aesthetic taste be bad? Besides~" Ilit helped her shake her cloak: "Happiness is the best makeup."
"Hey, thank you very much."
Melia smiled shyly and performed the cheek-kissing ceremony with her briskly.
It's time to leave. The queen's carriage must pass through the palace gate before noon. On the way, many citizens will "block" the motorcade, throwing flowers and catching gifts.
Ilitta touched her dress with satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I almost forgot to pass on the message from Athens!"
"Teacher Pados? Is Teacher Pados okay?" Melia raised her voice.
Ilit nodded. "Of course he's fine. He's very nice. He's just a little angry. He said the apprentices don't even have the most basic qualities and need to start all over again."
Uh, Melia recalled the scene in the illusion where Teacher Pados was lying on the ground calculating alone, and sighed secretly: Teacher Pados was too strict, but she could understand such strictness.
For a teacher, giving up the pursuit of truth and accepting false interpretations is an incomprehensible disqualification.
"Here, his gift for you."
Ilit walked to the pile of gifts and pulled out a small wooden box.
Is it a star?
Melia opened the box, revealing a blue gemstone. It had been polished into a regular sphere, its surface speckled with white impurities like a sea of fog.
Ilitte picked up the gem in surprise and held it up to the light. "What is this? I thought Pardos was going to give you a math test!"
"It's a planet, our home planet."
Melia closed her eyes and smiled quietly.
"Meliya, what is our home planet like?"
"There are many oceans on the surface. Most of them should be sea water, blue and blue."
"Then how is the land distributed?"
"I don't know. We'd have to log on to a satellite and look down at the entire planet from the sky."
This misty "star" is the home planet in the eyes of Mr. Pados. He has no idea what the surface of the home planet will look like, and his limited life means he will never see that day.
But it doesn’t matter—— [“Good, the unknown truth… is beautiful.”]
"Teacher, won't you regret it?"
"Of course I will. There are always beautiful truths left for future generations to discover. I will do my best to uncover more of the mysteries and become the foundation for them, just as my predecessors did."
That day will surely come, because of me, because of you, and because of the many people standing behind us—
"Meliya."
The curtains swung open, and Elena glided in. Nini's huge head half-stuck in, too, and she ate the snacks offered before the statue.
"Oh! Didn't you agree to meet me at the palace?"
Melia lifted her skirt, feeling both angry and amused. She didn't know whether to slap Elena first for not following tradition, or Nini for eating incoherently.
"It's okay, come on."
Elena embraced her lover, placed her on the dragon's back, and then jumped lightly to her side.
Their fingers were tightly intertwined.
The dragon spread its wings and flew into the sky. Nini remembered her mother's instructions. She had to fly to the city gate first, and then go in with the convoy. Hehe, General Luo Ni will be responsible for distributing gifts.
"Really? We're getting married at noon. Can't we wait for such a short time?" Melia stood on tiptoe and gently stepped on her toes.
"Yeah, can't wait."
Blonde hair intertwined with black hair, and the lover's lips pressed against his ear: "Meliya, I will break it for you-"
Pressing her lips with soft fingertips, Melia raised her face, her eyes reflecting her, emitting a confident edge. "You are wrong, Elena. It is we who will break through everything that stands in our way."
“…”
When did I first fall in love with the girl before me? I can't remember. It was an "ambition" completely different from hers, upright and beautiful.
It's really... irresistible.
…
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The wheels hit the stones, and even the best shock absorbers could not cope with such bad road conditions.
Sura was holding a cowhide roll. He used to be handsome, but now he was a hunchbacked old man.
Unlike his physical aging, his eyes were still sharp, containing a persistence that was almost hateful.
"Yes, I can still..." he murmured.
I've been trying to break this habit for a long time, but now it's back. It's okay, it's okay, I have nothing to lose.
This is good. The less a person has, the more terrifying it is.
Sura raised his hand and slowly clenched his fist: In addition to this guard, he also has many foreign industries. These industries are not as amazing as Muala's inheritance, but as long as they are well managed, they can always deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment.
Thanks to the goblins, the mysteries, the sacrifices—and me, and me...
In short, they have forgotten me. Even Elena and Melia cannot remember [Sura]. Under such terrible sacrifice and deception, no one except him and his slaves can remember [Sura].
They will only wonder why the position of Supreme Elder has been vacant for so long, and then quickly fill it.
The fact that I was able to escape from a desperate situation shows that the world is on my side.
Hahahaha, luck, this is luck. He laughed silently, his face twisted.
Click, and the wheels stopped.
"What's going on?"
No answer.
It's not surprising that the driver is mute, but a mute can also knock and bang to tell his master what's wrong.
Something happened.
Sura made a quick decision. He grabbed the leather roll with one hand and lifted the carriage curtain with the other: Flip over from the side, get on the horse, and leave quickly! There are magic props for acceleration on the horse's hooves. As long as -
Whoosh, an arrow pierced the neck cleanly and neatly.
If only I could...get there.
The skinny fingers trembled and dropped completely.
Why is this happening?
The fire in his eyes went out, and a nameless person fell silently.
Pasha, the young man put away his bow and arrow and nodded to Hulun: "Your Highness, I did it. Will you introduce me to the Golden King?"
Hulun clicked his tongue and patted his shoulder: "Sure, you have such good skills, do you want to work with me?"
"No…"
"Ah? You look down on me, old man? Hey, let me tell you, I'm not some robber. Look at that old guy, he's got a whole team of dumb slaves, he's obviously an old bastard! Pah, everyone looks down on that jerk!"
Seeing Hulun's raised eyebrows, the young man quickly lowered his head: "No, it's not...it's just me, the Golden King, him, me."
"Hey, another admirer of the Golden King?" Hulun gritted his teeth. You're so good, Attila! Nomads of all races and genders like you, but why doesn't anyone like me? Pah, pah, pah, damn it!
"No, although the king is worthy of belief—" the young man gasped, and his brother behind him became anxious.
"Well, we heard that the Golden King has a Roman princess who is the richest person in Rome!"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The younger brother nodded quickly: "We have received great kindness from Miss Melia, and we must repay her, so..."
“Hahahahahahaha.”
Hulun laughed unceremoniously, "What ancient calendar is this! The richest woman in Rome becomes a princess? That Attila guy was just bragging. Hahahaha, she was the empress of the Roman emperor, hahahaha!"
"Ah, this..." The two brothers were dumbfounded and followed after stumblingly.
"What should we do? We still owe Miss Melia two lives."
"Tsk, don't worry about that."
As the sun sets, the Huns mount their horses and gallop farther and farther away in the shimmering sunset.
"As long as you live long enough, there will always be opportunities. Maybe I can repay this favor."
On the day of the Roman emperor's wedding, the guests presented a variety of gifts.
The same goes for guests who were not present; no one was “absent.”
The author has something to say:
Thanks to Shiqiburuan and nanaya_scarlet's Leilei~
Thanks to 9喵 and Huantian Xinglinglei for their support~
The main story has a perfect ending~ (Sura:?) It will be a great day to start writing the sequel!
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