Chapter 99 In Your Ear
"Do you want to betray the Queen?"
"Persia, Macedonia, and the Huns may all attack us in a few days. What do you think?"
"Ah!" Antonio suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.
It was a nightmare, a nightmare so real. How could I have such a dream? Teacher Pados sat in the conference room and told me that Greece would be crushed by the wheels...
He released his hands from his eyes and nearly fainted: Pardos and his slaves were still sitting in the conference room, trying to flip through the documents.
Memories flooded back. The occupation of the conference room was real, and the conversations were real.
"Teacher Pados..."
"Well, I was exaggerating a bit."
"Huh, don't scare me..."
"It's a few days of mobilization time, and they have to come here again."
This time, Antonio didn't faint. He struggled to his feet, leaning on the handrail. "Teacher, where on earth did you get this nonsense? There's no way Athens or the other Greek city-states could provoke so many countries at once."
Forget about Persia and Macedonia, they would attack Greece whenever they had time, and what the hell were the Huns?
If it was about revenge for the slave trade, why didn't the Huns attack Rome first? The Huns themselves were bullying and taking prisoners, and even marrying wives by force!
"The old Hun King is dead, and here are the relevant records." Padus knew what he was going to say. "Of course, there's no absolute evidence, but the time, place, and events are described as if they were witnessed firsthand. And there's another letter that shows their disdain for the Golden Family's cover-up of the Hun King's death."
Why did the Huns cover up the news of the old king’s death?
Antonio kept his mouth shut: It's easy to understand. The Huns claimed that they obeyed the Golden King, but under one Golden King there were two Wise Kings, the East and the West. The Wise Kings were in charge of several large royal courts, and under the royal courts there were countless large account holders... The smallest unit was the Hun family.
Nomads like the Huns were considered barbarians by the major countries that claimed to be civilized. These barbarians were different from the barbarians that Greece and Macedonia called each other. Their status was roughly equivalent to that of the Celtic barbarians.
The reason for this determination is not only the Huns' unique lifestyle, but also the fact that they do not have a binding administrative body.
If the Athenians attacked Macedonia, Macedonia would probably beat Thebes as well: they wanted to unify Greece anyway, so who would matter?
However, no matter which city-state the Huns attacked, no king would be crazy enough to try to deal with all the Huns.
When they measured the strength of the Huns, they subconsciously only counted the number of attackers. After all, it was difficult for the Huns to dispatch Huns from other areas.
This generation of the Golden King, in particular, was a complete joke, his control unprecedentedly low—yet, he was, after all, the recognized Golden King. Now that he's dead, one can only imagine the turmoil the grasslands will experience.
If the old Hun king died of natural causes, his tent, throne and subordinates would belong to the youngest son, and his property, slaves and flocks would be divided among the remaining children, mainly the favorite child.
It is difficult to divide the dowries of wives and concubines. They may be inherited by their sons, or they may be returned as a mercy, depending on the status of their natal family and their personal means.
Unnatural deaths are another matter. The children must first find the murderer, and whoever succeeds in revenge will have a greater say in the inheritance.
Concealing the death may be for the sake of stability in the grassland.
Don't resort to violence in winter; in spring, everyone is busy herding sheep and doing business. It could also be to maintain the rule of the golden lineage and prevent some side branches from emerging to snatch the fruits of their labor.
After figuring out the key, Antonio breathed a sigh of relief. "Teacher, you're scaring me. The Hun royal family wants to conceal the cause of death even more than we do."
It's been suppressed for so long. If things go well, soon there will be rumors that the old Hun king froze to death, fell to death, or died of old age. This Golden King is useless, but he lived much longer than his predecessors.
"The Hun route is relatively safe," Padus nodded slightly. He could see Antonio was nervous, so he didn't emphasize his warning: "If something goes wrong, the Huns are the most dangerous."
The Persians and Macedonians were eager to conquer Greece and seize several city-states, preferring to enslave rather than massacre them if possible.
The Huns are different. They are as loyal and generous when making friends with you as they are cruel and ruthless when slaughtering their enemies.
They even preferred barbarians or their own people as slaves, and did not look down on prisoners of war with deep blood feuds - it was difficult for prisoners of war to integrate into the royal court or family, and most of them would be managed uniformly and assigned a piece of land for them to work until they died.
What about Persia and Macedonia?
Before Antonio could ask further, Padus threw out a pile of documents. "Mixed in among them are documents concerning funerals, ceremonies, royal celebrations, and so on. The conclusion is, I suspect the Persian prince has already eliminated the Persian king. He will desperately need a war to prove his ability and win the support of the people."
Antonio almost swallowed his curse words: "Macedonia, the Macedonian royal family also died?"
"Worse."
Padus picked up his teacup. "From diplomatic exchanges and certain clues, I've inferred that Macedonia has recently fallen into a state of silence, even quieter than Athens."
Thinking about the slowness of his subordinates, Antonio shuddered: Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes made his first move in Macedonia, but by some strange coincidence it was triggered first in Athens?
I don’t want to be number one in the world!
He looked at Pados expectantly, when suddenly a scream came from behind the door.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa, I want Taffy to carry me!!!"
The shrill sound almost penetrated his eardrums. Antonio was stunned. The person who came was Melia?
His condition... no, it's like he's become a completely different person.
Melia hadn't gained or lost weight from head to toe, and her complexion hadn't faded, but a glance at her was enough to hurt your eyes with her distorted demeanor.
μm
"You... let go~ I want Taffy to carry me on my back, I want my slave to carry me on his back!"
She collapsed to the ground, making a lot of noise like a 6 or 7-year-old child from a rich family, rubbing her buttocks on the ground, and wearing her robe into a ball of hair.
Elena's eyes were no longer cold, and it was the most forbearing and angry expression he had ever seen.
Antonio could completely understand her thoughts: [If you were not Melia, I would kill you right now.]
Melia was forcefully lifted up. Even in the suspended state, she could still scream angrily: "Hey, you killed me, fed me pig food, and didn't even give me a kiss from my beautiful sister. What on earth do you want to do——"
“…”
"If it really doesn't work, should I sleep with you? Or should Taffy sleep with you? Please let me go quickly~ Ugh!"
Antonio couldn't help but turn his head: even Teacher Pados's hands were throbbing with veins, so his urge to vomit was nothing.
He smiled politely again: "Ms. Melia, are you..." Are you crazy?
"ah!"
Melia let out a chicken cry from her throat. "There's such a handsome man in this room?! He looks so familiar. Who is he? Who cares? He's all mine!"
Without asking, she grabbed Antonio with her other claw.
"Hehe, hehe... I didn't expect there would be such a handsome man. Where is he from? I want to buy him too!"
With a snap, Elena picked up the chair and held it tightly.
The hardwood crumbled into pieces in her hands, and the noise finally died away. Melia looked at her with horror, and even though she was no longer chattering, she bore no resemblance to the girl in her memory.
After the chair was completely broken, she reached out and slowly grasped Melia's arm.
"You, don't mess around, I didn't provoke you... What are you doing!~"
The sea-blue eyes were right in front of him, only a hair's breadth away from his forehead.
"Listen carefully! You'll eat whatever I give you these days, and you'll sleep whenever I tell you to." Elena lifted her up to the window and threw most of her body out. "Don't think I don't dare to kill you."
“Wa ...
The cry was so loud, sharper than that of a pig being slaughtered.
Pardos couldn't stand it any longer and clapped his hands, and the two strong female slaves dropped their books.
After Elena dragged Melia, who was as soft as a boneless chicken fillet, back to the room, they came in carrying soft blankets.
"W-What are you going to do?"
Melia was thrown onto the blanket. Her two hands that were trying desperately to climb out were caught first and wrapped inside along with her calves. Only her head was exposed in the rolled-up blanket.
"ah,"
Just as the scream escaped his throat, a bottle of liquid poured in. His eyelids fluttered open, and Hiccup closed them completely.
"Huh~" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
If it weren't for the fact that the body needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, I would really like to let this guy sleep for the rest of his life.
Antonio smiled awkwardly: "Miss Melia is very ill, is it because of the mutation?"
"Most likely," Pardos replied smoothly, turning his attention back to the documents.
What is the Melia of the past and the Melia of the present? He doesn't care at all.
Just let that wise soul return - to be honest, even if a pig's soul went in instead, it wouldn't be any worse.
Antonio didn't mind the teacher's attitude and kept his eyes on Elena: it was the first time he saw her so shocked.
Elena covered her face in silence, and it took her a while to pull herself together.
She stumbled twice as she stepped over the quilt and held on to the mirror next to her.
"Is it a glass mirror? You bought it in Rome, right? Melia's..."
Elena looked up from a trance, and the mirror clearly reflected her haggard face. Ridiculous, just a few days of separation from "Meliya" and her spirit has been broken?
[It's not time to give up yet. She will come back.]
What if I can’t come back? The girl sleeping behind me made me feel anxious and nauseous.
【Then... go find it! 】
The will to explore rose from the bottom of my heart, and another thought suddenly flooded in.
[…The worlds might overlap.]
!
Rather than the message, the voice in my mind directly ignited my heartbeat.
"Meliya?!"
It was Melia's voice! The kind of voice that made her heart flutter.
The fatigue on her face disappeared along with that thought, and Elena's eyes lit up: "Teacher Pados, do you think - will this world overlap with some kind of space?" Just like the fairy garden.
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"have no idea."
She shook her head honestly, stroking the mirror with both hands. "[Meliya] just told me."
…
"Hmm."
The white cat meowed in dissatisfaction and was patted on the head by Elena.
"Okay, I told you I could only see a little bit."
Elena put away the bronze mirror in her hand.
They experimented with various mirrors, including bronze mirrors, glass mirrors, smooth iron sheets, water surfaces... and finally came to the conclusion: only the magic mirror worked best, and no matter how they looked at it, they would see "a different self."
Other mirrors can capture similar fragments in a trance, but if you have never seen the magic mirror, you will not realize what those fragments can be pieced together.
The cat was still wagging its tail dejectedly, so Elena had no choice but to continue rubbing it: "Okay, we've already taken a bath, let's go to bed."
Sleep? How can I get stuck here?
Cats must explore, now!
The cat's eyes turned smartly, and Melia rushed out the door: "I'm going to the bathroom and will be back later~"
"OK."
Elena lay down comfortably, pressed her head against the pillow, and suddenly opened her eyes: No, we're sleeping together today? So, is Melia sleeping in the cat bed or on the bed?
After thinking for a moment, she turned over and got out of bed: At least find a pair of pajamas... and a pillow.
…
The white cat walked out of the room with its head held high, and as soon as it stepped into the darkness, it crawled forward subconsciously.
Elena, who changed her name to Alexandra, was a crown prince after all, but there were not many guards inside the palace.
Uh, maybe the goblins are too lazy to manipulate so many puppets? The citizens in the city are so vivid, they might be projections of real people. Next time, I'll just persuade Elena to take the magic mirror out and take it with her...
Suddenly——
The skin on the back of her neck was suddenly pinched together by two delicate fingers. Melia's four paws were suspended in the air, and she looked into Pandora's eyes.
"Hehehe." A familiar voice came out of her mouth. The white-haired girl grinned and raised the hilt of the knife in her right hand with force.
"Do you want to betray the Queen?"
The white cat yawned: "Crown of Alexander."
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Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~
Thanks to the irrigation of flying in the clouds~
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