Chapter 792 Congratulations, Your Majesty
"...No way, Boss? Are you serious?"
Aleister was speechless for a moment.
Although she was a little depressed at the time, she cried freely after being comforted by Isabel.
In fact, from that time on, Aleister was no longer so fragile. When she knew that someone cared about her, she actually didn't need the other person to really care about her so much.
From this perspective, Aleister actually cares more about the present that Isabel had promised him before.
The empathy and tolerance at that moment became the decoction that healed the soul.
She didn't care whether this promise would be fulfilled or not...it was enough as long as Isabel had this heart.
"Isabel is someone who keeps her word. Her will is probably stronger than either of ours, and she is definitely not someone who would break her promise."
Aiwass replied, "Sister Freya said, 'The strong are not good at raising children.' The higher the energy level of the extraordinary person, the lower the probability of giving birth to a child. If I reach the fifth energy level, it will be difficult for me to leave a bloodline with Isabel.
"Although she may not care about the continuation of the du Lac bloodline. After all, in another worldline, she also gave the right to inherit the throne to the Camelot family. But it was precisely because of our interference that Isabel did not perform that cruel self-sacrifice... right? Raising someone else's child is ultimately inferior to raising your own. Besides, that also means that 'Aleister du Lac' will never be born again."
"...But you can't delay it. You were so clear on important matters, why are you getting confused on this?"
Aleister was in a complicated mood. "You can only delay for a month at most. But you still can't leave the Theocracy, and Isabel can't go there by any means other than the mask. Although I can use the lamb as a 'masked actor' and bring her to the Star Antimony to play... but Selene can't get pregnant for her, and you are also the one who can't be replaced. After all, no matter how much you delay, you can't take off the Holy Crown and leave the Theocracy before the Pure White Saint cleanses the amber.
"In other words, when you had to choose between these 'outsiders' of the Theocracy and your own unborn but already dead child, you chose the outsiders without hesitation..."
At this point, Aiwass and Aleister suddenly reacted at the same time.
I see……
That’s why the level of Aiwas’s Path of Devotion increased so quickly!
It wasn't entirely because of the agreement between Aleister and Isabel, but because Isabel wanted to have a child - besides, his brother Edward also wanted it, and Ligeia and Freya also talked about it.
——As a monarch, how could Isabel be without an heir?
If this continued for too long, even the ministers and commoners of Avalon would become uneasy. Although Isabel had a younger brother... the coexistence of "the Queen's younger brother" and "the Queen's adopted son" would inevitably lead to intense conflict and plunge the country into instability.
Although Isabel herself might have been vaguely aware of this... that's why she said "if there's a child." The implication was that she already believed it was very likely that they wouldn't be able to have offspring of their own, because they were promoted too quickly...
Aiwass had not thought about this at all when he put on the Most Holy Crown, but when he suddenly realized... every day he became Pope, he was making a strong "dedication" - because he was too young and had not yet left offspring, so when he put on the Most Holy Crown, what he dedicated was not just his own life, but "future children" and "the continuation of life."
Its real cost is not just those few years of life.
Instead, he allowed a teenager to reach the pinnacle of power, be healthy and strong, have an extremely bright future, and have a descendant who would definitely become the new king of Avalon, while he himself would most likely become a celestial official or even a pillar god, and lose the ability to leave descendants in the material world - it was this scale of dedication that allowed him to fill up the remaining experience bar of the fourth energy level in just half a month.
Perhaps even the former Eternal Pope and even the Cardinals were unaware of this. After all, elves have a very weak sense of blood ties, and surnames are mainly inherited through inheritance.
Or perhaps this was a special custom that only emerged due to the low fertility rate of the elves, who were superior beings. Therefore, no elf realized that there was anything wrong with it...
"Don't delay, Boss. You're too indecisive. Why don't you just listen to me—"
Aleister wasn't one to procrastinate, so she made up her mind straight away: "If I get promoted by the end of the month, you'll get promoted with me. If I can't get promoted until next month, you'll get promoted with me next month. We don't really like children anyway. As for Isabel... your decision doesn't count, and neither does mine. That's Isabel's business, so let her make her own decision."
"Anyway, we definitely won't be able to reach Eagle Point Village before dusk today. I plan to go find Helechin, the King of the Wild Hunt, tomorrow. I can go find Isabel tonight and see what she says."
"……OK."
Aiwass was still undecided, so he chose to go along with the advice: "If you need anything, call me anytime. The Theocracy will have your back in any situation."
"Just wait, I will definitely not be polite to you."
Aleister said without hesitation, "Xingti can already use you—the economy is collapsing, everyone's unemployed, and the Red Phase is in rebellion. This scale of chaos is likely to trigger a civil war... Prepare to notify the church to take over. I plan to take on your role and start some trouble in Xingti after I resolve Lily's problem."
"I trust you."
Aiwass didn't ask for details, but responded without hesitation, "Be careful of the influence of Xingti and the Fallen Angels. Don't forget the Sin Mark you bear. Just in case, I will contact you every three mornings to check on your mental state. If you need any help, please remember to ask for leave in advance."
"Okay, okay, why are you really like a doctor..."
Aleister cut off their communication with some helplessness.
It’s not that she didn’t want to chat with Aiwass again... If possible, she even wanted to lie leisurely in the White Dove Opera House, sharing the view with Aiwass, and commenting on the performance on the stage with Aiwass in her heart, and spend the day without any worries and happily.
This can also be considered a kind of "watching together" or "complaining in barrage".
But it was obviously not possible - after Aiwass fell into a deep sleep, Aleister began to attract events. Various troubles and trivial matters emerged one after another, making it impossible for her to have a few days of peace.
“What a hassle…”
The ship had already begun to slow down and approach the shore. Aleister sighed, came out of his room and walked onto the deck.
She looked at the Griffin Knights on duty in the distance with some nostalgia... Although Aiwass had been away from Avalon for less than forty days, it felt like he had been away for a lifetime.
Aleister really missed the simple people of Avalon now.
——Before going to the Theocracy, Aiwass had thought that Avalon was decadent and crazy, with conspiracy and bribery everywhere, just like the gray fog that filled the factory area. It could not be called a country of knights at all. Most of the Round Table Hall was filled with traitors who had taken dirty money.
It wasn't until Aiwass went to the Theocracy that he realized what a lunatic and a mole were. It turned out that the people of Avalon were already very rational and well-mannered...
It wasn't until Aleister went to Star Antimony that he finally understood the meaning of "degeneration" and "madness" -
——I do feel a little sorry for Avalon, actually comparing it with Star Antimony.
Aleister now even felt that Avalon's "closed-door" policy might not be so bad. Although it blocked foreign scholars, merchants, and travelers, it also did keep out wicked races like the goblins and the children of the moon.
You know, compared to Iris, Xingti's Moon Child can even be considered conservative! Aleister didn't dare to think about how his eldest brother and Sherlock were doing.
It was also because of the contrast of the irises that before actually going to Star Antimony, Aiwas once believed that Star Antimony represented advanced production technology and was the most civilized human country.
Even the Moonchildren and the Necromancers weren't fighting for power; it was simply the Demonologists taking advantage of the Alchemists, and the Alchemists taking advantage of the Botanists. Chaos on this scale was nothing, and could even be considered peaceful. After all, Avalon had its share of Transcendence issues...
Now it seems that Aleister had greatly underestimated the value of the intelligence that the "King" had brought.
——Evans originally thought that the Kings were exaggerating the situation, at least by 50%; he didn't expect that he was actually underestimating it, and it was less than 20% of the actual chaos on Star Antimony!
Sighing, Aleister led Leviathan towards the shore.
In a sense, this was actually the first time that "Miss Aleister" entered the Glass Island.
An Arbitrator wearing full silver armor with a silver triangle painted on his chest stepped forward and asked politely but seriously, "Hello, may I ask..."
He was about to ask what the monster beside Aleister was, why she brought it to Avalon, and who could vouch for her.
He suddenly saw Aleister's face under the black robe.
To be precise, I saw the face of "Bayard".
The captain of the alchemical ship watched the excitement from the side. As a member of the aristocracy, he clearly wasn't particularly fond of the Ziggurat. Seeing this black-robed woman being humiliated by the Avalon knights, whose heads were as solid as lead balls, was quite a pleasure.
But he soon realized that the arbitrator's attitude seemed to be wrong.
The arbitrator was visibly stunned: "You are..."
"Aleister...you might know me."
Aleister said, slowly taking off his hood. "I have honored my bet with Her Majesty the Queen and returned with the dragon cub... Can you return Aiwass to me?"
She patted the Leviathan beside her, signaling it to roar like a dragon.
Leviathan was very clever and let out a huge and shocking roar - this made everyone in the port aware of Aleister's presence.
"I want to see Her Majesty the Queen. This is our appointment."
Aleister placed his right hand on his chest, the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a hint of mischief, then he tried seriously to smooth it out again: "Could you please inform me, please?"
“…I can’t decide on this matter…”
He was clearly the arbitrator of the Arbitration Hall, and his voice sounded like a middle-aged man in his forties, but he looked sweaty at the moment. Aleister believed that if he could take off his helmet, he would definitely take it off and wipe the sweat off his face.
"...Please follow me."
In the end, he hesitated for a moment and decided to take Aleister away first.
At least we don't have to be stuck here anymore and be watched by people...
So he blew the silent griffin flute and summoned his own white-feathered griffin.
And at this moment.
Isabel is having dinner.
As usual, she drank some wine to prepare for the night's dream. Although she might not see Aleister for a few days, she had gradually gotten used to drinking and found it a little fun. At least she didn't force herself to drink with a frown and a bitter face like she did at the beginning.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt inexplicably bored and nauseous.
She spat a mouthful of wine back onto the plate in front of her, and then Isabel couldn't stop coughing.
What, what's going on...
Isabel's first reaction was that she might have been poisoned - so she immediately called her Queen's Guards to examine her and provide treatment.
They all have a professional level in the Path of Devotion, and therefore have some healing abilities.
The oldest guard immediately placed his hands on Isabel's chest and abdomen, and the warm light brought by the illumination instantly dispelled Isabel's nausea and dizziness.
But the guard suddenly showed a confused expression on his face.
She tilted her head and asked uncertainly, "How long ago was the last time you slept with His Holiness the Pope?"
"Does it count in dreams?"
Isabel asked subconsciously, but soon her face turned red, realizing that she had asked a stupid question, so she answered honestly: "It was February 16th... That was the first time and the last time."
Before she finished speaking, she realized the meaning of the question and opened her eyes wide in an instant: "Could it be..."
"Thirty-seven days..."
The guard paused for a moment, then smiled brightly, "If nothing unexpected happens—congratulations, Your Majesty."
Update completed!
Still the same, correct the typos after waking up - I should be able to wake up before five o'clock!
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