Chapter 220 Casefile·8: Autumn Hunting (6)
Dresi's expression was particularly ferocious.
She was too lazy to repeat to her brother, whose brain was clouded by hatred, that "at this point, only the two of them were tied together, living and dying together," and "only she could lead him back to the throne." Frederick was clearly not a wise man who could rationally judge the pros and cons and put aside hatred to cooperate.
Of course, Frederick was never an ambitious man. From birth to adulthood, his entire life path was clearly arranged by King Rudolf and Queen Isabella, and everything he wanted was served to him on a silver platter.
Frederick didn't need to have ambition at all. Whatever he wanted, didn't want, or what others thought he needed would automatically become his.
As the other twin, Dresi had to fight, grab and struggle to tear off the piece of flesh that was rightfully hers.
This is unavoidable. Brothers and sisters in ordinary families can get along well when there aren't too many conflicts of interest, but when their parents show favoritism, they often become enemies. However, there's no such thing as sibling affection among the children of an emperor. There's only one throne, and the victor takes all. The winner enjoys wealth and glory, while the loser takes nothing.
Dresi bit her nails, stared at herself in the mirror, and gave a cold and cruel smile.
"I need to replenish my soul energy." She reached out her hand, touching her reflection in the mirror with her long nails. "Maybury isn't dead yet, so it's not the right time to activate Winston's body... and my soul is injured. Even if I want to change my body, I have to repair my soul first.
"Tonight's attack by that young lich has disrupted all my plans! The throne was already in my pocket! Damn it! Damn it! The king hasn't noticed me yet, but by tomorrow morning, the changes in my body will attract his attention! This matter must be resolved tonight!"
She grinned. "It is time for those who have submitted to me and obeyed me to contribute their soul energy to their great Queen."
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Three o'clock in the morning is the 'devil's hour' when the guards are most tired and sleepy.
The hunting grounds and forests, shrouded in darkness, were exceptionally bustling tonight. From the very beginning, figures clad in black robes and wearing a variety of strange masks, completely obscuring their figures and faces, had quietly arrived under the cover of darkness and gathered there.
"The Master has called us..."
"Have you received the summons as well...?"
"Her Majesty, is she finally willing to show up?"
"...Restore the glory of the German royal family! Restore the glory of my ancestors! My father was a marquis, but Maybury unscrupulously took away most of his land and demoted me to a baron! This is a disgrace!"
"Can we finally kill that old bastard Maybury? I've been longing for this day for a long time. Should we make it happen by having him fall from his horse in the hunting grounds, or put drugs in his food, or should we just go all out and kill his heir as well?"
"Shh, don't get too excited, it's not time to take action yet..."
These people seemed to know each other well, and could tell each other's identities by looking at the masks. All their disguises were just to prevent their gathering from being witnessed by unsuspecting outsiders.
These were all nobles who had joined the Evil Eye Moon. Without exception, they were all members of the German royal family. The reason they supported Dresi was because King Maybury Huntington was their recognized enemy.
The king had made drastic changes to their interests, reducing their titles, honors, and wealth. They hated Maybury so much that they dreamed of finding an opportunity to kill him.
The Evil Eye Moon brought them together, giving them the opportunity to vent their inner indignation. As for whether the 'Princess Dresi' was a true descendant of the Delman royal family, a living person or a lich... in fact, it was never the focus of the nobles' attention.
They only need a reason, a leader, or even a scapegoat... As long as they can achieve their wishes in a legitimate way, the nobles don't care about the truth behind it.
Of course, while there were many nobles who had joined Dresi solely to protect their own interests, there were also some who were exceptionally fanatical and loyal to her. Most of these people had some ties to the Delman royal family, or were drawn to the mysterious persona Dresi created, becoming obsessed with her, going crazy for her, and banging their heads against the wall for her...
The madness was so great that even the other nobles who had joined the Evil Eye Moon had to shake their heads.
And tonight, the middle-level cadres of Evil Eye Moon and more than 30 nobles from all walks of life were summoned by their 'master', the supreme leader of Evil Eye Moon and the lost pearl of the Delman Kingdom - Dresi, using magic communication props to gather in the hunting ground forest. It was obvious that they were going to do something big.
Many nobles, upon arriving and witnessing this spectacle, felt a surge of excitement, yet also a tinge of fear. Was it their imagination? Calling everyone out of the hunting grounds at this moment, dressed in such a monstrous manner, if the guards spotted them, they'd be surrounded and busted instantly!
What was even more strange was that among the people gathered here, there seemed to be a few senior officials who often appeared to deliver orders for Dresi.
This fact made the nobles even more uneasy. However, before they made up their minds to turn around and leave, the figure of a blonde woman appeared in front of the crowd.
She, too, was dressed in black, wrapped in a thick cloak whose hood covered her face, leaving only a few strands of fine, yet noticeable, golden hair visible. On her face was a unique mask symbolizing Deresi—the final, perfect work of a master jeweler from the Rusman Federation. Various magical runes overlapped, creating dazzling and ever-changing phantom patterns that no one had been able to replicate to this day.
The black-robed people who recognized the newcomer bowed and saluted: "Master!"
"My subjects, my loyal servants," Dresi's voice was full of charm, "our plan has reached its final stage, and now, we are only one step away from success! To achieve our long-cherished wish, now is the time for you to act and make your final contribution!
"For our victory, for the infinite glory and wealth of the future, contribute the power of your soul! Don't worry, I will only take a tiny bit of strength from each of you. At most, you will feel a little tired, but there is nothing a good night's sleep can't solve!"
A dark purple light surrounded the woodland. Dresi's voice was half coaxing, half threatening: "Prove your loyalty to me!"
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