Chapter 323 Young King
Whether it was even or not, from beginning to end, someone maintained that gentle smile that made your scalp tingle. The professor felt an inexplicable chill on his back. When he turned his head suspiciously to stare at the guy, he just held the milk and looked at him gently and helplessly, seemingly not intending to pursue the matter further.
That's right, the professor thought confidently. What was wrong with him suddenly changing his mind and wanting coffee this morning? Absolutely nothing wrong.
He selectively ignored the fact that his coffee intake had soared to the highest level again in order to support the huge workload during this period.
The impromptu meeting within the parliament went smoothly. More precisely, those members of the Third Parliament who had previously been hesitant to accept him due to his age and status now completely hushed their disapproval—at least not on the surface. After all, there was probably no one else who would dare confront the king and queen directly. And with the Empire's recent proposal of the life-threatening "Thirteen Taxes," the compromise faction had no room to maneuver.
Many people feel frustrated, and even more are angry. They seem to have said a lot, but still have little effect, and all they get is the so-called "we'll discuss it after the meeting." It's like shouting at a ball of cotton that's almost choking you. It's likely that nothing will happen, and it will eventually come to nothing.
But their parliament speaker seemed calm and continued to arrange the work needed for the second meeting.
"Will there really be a second meeting?" someone asked dejectedly. Based on the previous experience, the queen seemed eager to kick them out or put them in jail.
"Whether the royal family will hold a second meeting or not," Mr. Ghost said meaningfully, "we will hold it. That's enough."
They came all the way to the royal city, not just to kneel down and beg for so-called "justice" from those in power.
As a result, in areas increasingly out of reach of the Royal City, the various propaganda channels controlled by the People's Party began to unleash their power, bluntly recounting the events of the Blooming Conference. Even without exaggeration, simply coinciding with the devastating news of the "Thirteen Taxes," the already resentful public's thoughts naturally shifted in a direction that was less favorable for the royal family.
At this juncture, a member of the royal family suddenly came to the door.
"Nivena Yuri Makian."
The professor stared at the smiling priestess who appeared in his temporary office without any surprise. Ever since he saw her suddenly appear at the Blooming Conference, he knew that she was definitely coming to see him.
"Call me Apatra, dear." The priestess covered her mouth and giggled charmingly, completely losing her previous crazy, sad and dangerous look.
Seeing the man staring at her coldly without saying a word, the priestess pretended to be aggrieved and said, "I originally wanted to help you at the Blooming Conference, but that pretentious bitch Pavaton Miller got there first - honey, you won't blame me, will you?"
professor:"……"
By the way, does "Dustless Light" Pavard Miller know that he is called a "bitch" by this princess?
"Let's get down to business," Nova said expressionlessly. He was too busy to listen to anyone spouting American bullying like a mean high school girl.
"Sweetheart, you're such a badass," the priestess said hurt. But soon, she started teasing people again, forgetting the pain and wanting to provoke them. It was unknown who she had learned this bad habit from.
"But even so fierce, it's still charming," she moaned with a deliberately blurred look in her eyes, "My dear, you performed so well at the Blooming Conference that I wanted to tear off your clothes right then and there and ruthlessly—"
Apatella's voice suddenly choked, and her pupils shrank violently. She couldn't help but take a step back, feeling the hair on the back of her neck and arms stand up.
"...That Excellency is here too, right?" the priestess asked in a low voice.
Her "sweetheart"'s smoky grey eyes were staring back at her without any fluctuation, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear that this person had seen through all her frivolous disguises.
"Okay, okay." Apatella curled his lips and muttered inaudibly, "What a stingy man..."
The male god is also a man.
The priestess finally became serious.
"I'm sure you were very satisfied with the last transaction," she said with a hint of anticipation. "Now, I wonder if you're interested in a new one?"
The professor raised his eyelids and looked at her for a moment. Suddenly, without warning, he said, "You know I know the whereabouts of the gods—who told you?"
But before the priestess could answer, he gave the answer clearly: "It's your teacher Magnus."
"Nothing can be hidden from you, sweetheart," the priestess said softly.
She stopped beating around the bush, lest she risk completely angering anyone—anyone. "I know you loathe the Empire's current rulers."
"But that's perfectly normal. I hate them, too, and wish they were dead," she said with a grin. "My dear, foolish, cowardly, and ridiculous brother, his lower body has completely destroyed his brain. As for that bitch Esmerel, she's just a pathetic creature, a ruthless creature who chooses to remain loyal to her incompetent husband."
"To a royal family like this, to a 'divinely favored' like this, why should we still be loyal to them?" For a moment, the priestess's face revealed an extremely ferocious expression: "It's so dirty, so rotten, so disgusting—"
But she quickly calmed down, her voice soft and sweet again: "Don't you want to kill them, sweetheart? Don't you want the blood of this noble couple, despised by the gods, to soak the throne red, make the pure golden crown roll on the ground, and make all the nobles and ministers who were once high and mighty kneel before you respectfully. Then you can do whatever you want and do those great things?"
"It's very simple, dear." The priestess said softly, "As long as you need me, I am willing to bear the sin of having my hands stained with the blood of my loved ones for you..."
The professor slowly raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to be the king, or do you want to be the queen?"
"Queen? No!" Apatella immediately shook her head, an almost innocent, yet even more eerie smile on her face. "My Analene, of course not, my dear—I have no interest in that dirty, cold, blood-stained and cursed throne. It will only restrict my freedom and taint my pure and innocent love for Analene. It is a curse to me, not a reward."
"But if you want to be king?" The priestess lifted her skirt dramatically and bowed: "Of course! Your Majesty!"
"But besides the current king and queen, we still have a small obstacle." She pinched her index finger and thumb together, making a very small gesture. "It's very small, but it has to be mentioned."
The professor stared at her indifferently, wondering how the priestess could continue to perform under the look that said, "See how you can fool me."
"You know the current king and queen have no children, right?" Apatara said mysteriously. "Rumor has it that our queen suffered injuries while working as a beast tamer, rendering her fertile. However, she is extremely jealous and will not allow her husband to have any offspring who aren't of her blood."
"The Empire lacks a successor with the noble Makian bloodline. This is a grave taboo," the priestess's voice gradually lowered. "But do you know why the Royal Court's admonishments have become increasingly muted this year?"
"Because there are other heirs now," the professor said expressionlessly.
This is easy to guess - there is no need to guess. After his death in his previous life, a young new king ascended the throne, who must be the "heir".
...Moreover, the reason why Cassius II had no children was probably not the so-called "queen's jealousy", but rather that once there was a legitimate male heir, the desperate royal council might take the risk of assassinating Cassius II, thereby deposing the queen and supporting the young prince to ascend the throne.
There are similar cases in history. The great nobles who have been entrenched for hundreds of years have always been a major threat to the royal family. The previous king was not a wise and decisive ruler, otherwise he would not have allowed his son to marry an unsuitable princess.
Later, the queen lost her husband's support. The fact that a commoner woman with no connections could survive the siege of the great nobles and even manage to make the royal court and council appear respectful was already astonishing enough. But if a legitimate child, even an infant with no autonomy, appeared at this time—that child would be much easier to deal with than an indifferent king and an overly forceful queen.
"That's right! Honey, you're so smart!" Apatella clapped his hands and said in surprise, "So the existence of this little thing will be the last obstacle between you and me! Do you want to know who he is?"
"Why should I know who he is?" the professor asked without giving any face. He had a vague idea of what this guy was going to do.
The priestess was stunned for a moment. She tentatively asked, "You don't want to be king...?"
Seeing the pale, indifferent expression on the man's face, Apatella's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected the ghost to have no interest in the throne at all. However, the priestess didn't feel embarrassed and immediately changed her mind: "It doesn't matter. It's the same if we put that little thing on the throne."
"The fools in the Royal Court Council have been so arrogant towards you, repeatedly turning you down. But a tiny baby is enough to change the attitudes of a large number of them." The priestess' voice was soft and sweet. "Think about it. A legitimate, orthodox young king who can only drool and suckle. We can completely re-elect new members of the Council in his name and purge those corrupt termites. Your People's Party will also gain unprecedented status. Your ideas, the changes you want, the power you desire for the common people, whether it's land, taxation, or legal power... can all be legitimately implemented in the name of the young king!"
"—Isn't it hundreds of times easier than the hard work you're going through now?"
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