Chapter 1139 Thomas: The advantage is mine!
June 12th.
Irises, Les Eygents, Château Vendôme.
Aiwass was in his room, lying on the bed leisurely, drinking tea and reading a novel.
Isabel also curled up in the quilt next to Aiwass, resting her head on Aiwass's shoulder and reading a book together.
It was a rare few days without any worries or pressure—although this might not be good for Yulia, who had just ascended the throne and was still working overtime at home. After all, the New Helasar Empire had just been established and was still in the transition period.
The balance of power among countries, as well as regional divisions, laws, culture, military power, education, social welfare... there are all issues that require careful consideration.
Isabel hurried out after Aiwass, partly because she was somewhat afraid of this.
Although she now possessed the bearing of a queen and was capable of handling government affairs, that didn't mean she wouldn't be troubled by such troubles. If it were simply to give Avalon preferential treatment, Isabel could display some of the "Iron Queen's" courage... But the New Hellasir Empire wasn't conquered by Avalon; it was surrendered voluntarily, bringing their families with them.
In this situation, it wouldn't be wise not to offer some preferential treatment. After all, with so many people and so many talented people—we're all one family, even the language differences aren't serious. Furthermore, the Iris are still isolated, so we need to set an example for them before we can bring them back to rebuild New Hellasir.
If you voluntarily surrender and actively integrate but are still suppressed and have no tolerance at all, then why surrender?
It's precisely because of the need to consider the value of united front work that things have become complicated. Furthermore, New Hellasl certainly can't just have one district for Avalon, one for Narcissus, and one for Star Antimony... The administrative divisions must be broken up. How to divide them up appropriately then becomes a new problem.
Coincidentally, Aiwass, Sherlock, and Isabel are all at Iris now - but the ones responsible for handling this matter happen to be Aiwass's sister and Sherlock's brother.
The thought of this makes the guilty feeling make this rare short vacation even more pleasant.
Sherlock was full of energy. He had nothing to do these days, so he went to the Lesser Jerome police station and asked for help with a few cases. His soul was much stronger than his body, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't do something to use up his extra brain power.
And both Aiwass and Isabel are busy people.
Now that the Blood Sky Master has fallen, the Path of Love has been fully opened, and the Tail Ring Ritual will no longer be a secret. It's rare that there haven't been any disasters or wars, and time for rest is running out. They've finally caught a honeymoon, a not-too-late honeymoon.
To be honest, there is quite a lot of entertainment in the Iris Kingdom.
This week, Aiwass took Isabel to see several operas, especially the one she had been longing for: Lulu's Magic Flute. This opera, as the enlightenment opera that led Isabel on the path of beauty, holds a high position in Isabel's heart.
“It also has a special meaning.”
Isabel looked at Aiwass and said: "When we first met, this was the first topic of conversation."
As the birthplace of popular opera, Iris was undoubtedly the world's number one in this field. Even elves from the Theocracy came to visit... On one occasion, Aiwass even met a benevolent master from the ancient Parthian Empire at Iris.
Each of these benefactors was a tycoon. Essentially, they were the kings of a small nation, except that their nation was completely authoritarian, and no amount of accumulating wealth was considered excessive—after all, those who left the benefactor would die. Under these circumstances, it could be said that each benefactor held over 60% of a small nation's wealth.
The bodyguards who surrounded them numbered over twenty, including a fifth-level expert. Meanwhile, Iris was in a state of disarray, and the reception hadn't been properly conducted—even the civil servant who was there to receive them was only a third-level transcendent.
After confirming that this wasn't the benefactor who had invited him in the letter, Aiwass didn't bother to go up and greet the other party. So after watching the opera, he remembered the other party's appearance and took Isabel home directly.
Besides the opera, they also watched several pantomimes. The performers must have been extraordinary beings on the twilight path; their artistic dance, like that of dead leaf butterflies, was truly impressive. Afterward, led by Isabelle, they visited several art galleries and sculpture museums, including the renowned Conservatory of Fine Arts at the University of the West.
If Isabel didn't need to inherit the throne, if Aiwass's mother Anna hadn't been sent to Avalon because of the marriage... they should all study here.
——That is the "other world line" where they were not dragged into any conspiracy and were not bound by fate.
Aiwas was also very curious about this place, so he followed Isabel to take a look.
It was indeed a massive school—those massive white structures were built by the combined efforts of Level 5 Transcendents of the Path of Beauty. Even before entering the Île de Cité, one could see the towering towers from afar. The ground was paved entirely with marble… Even by the "modern" aesthetic of Aiwas's previous life, it still felt incredibly "futuristic."
It’s as if these students are not here to learn art, but rather to learn how to fly a Gundam.
No wonder old Meg had suspected Madam Mina of being a spy simply because she went to Avalon to study art. At the time, Aiwass had thought, "You're too insecure about Avalon's educational standards." Now, it seemed he had been too ignorant.
Compared to it, the Royal Law University of Avalon is already shabby and at the level of a rural-urban fringe area.
They stopped halfway, and out of interest, Isabel borrowed the drawing board of a student who was sketching and drew a picture of Aiwass.
Although Isabel is not a professional painter, as a serious all-rounder, the magic paintings she drew still attracted the attention and admiration of students.
Neither Aiwas nor Isabel took the painting away, but gave it to the student. He was very happy and said seriously that he would keep it well.
——I hope he will really keep it well.
He would never regret it that way.
Because the students didn't know their identities. Nor did they know how much the painting would appreciate in value if they later learned that both were Level Five, that the artist was the Iron-Blooded Queen of Avalon, that the model was the former Pope of the Theocracy, and that the painting was a souvenir from their honeymoon.
If they become beings of the same level as pillar gods and apostles, then this painting will probably become a national treasure of a country in the future.
After strolling around for a few days, Aiwass and Isabelle returned to the Vendôme estate to rest contentedly.
Iris's literary quality is quite good, too—this time I went shopping, I bought a lot of novels that haven't been exported. Most of them are quite good, far superior to those formulaic knight novels from Avalon. The only thing I don't know if it's a weakness or a strength is that there are... a lot of cars in them.
It can even be said that there are abnormally many.
If it were published in Avalon, it would definitely not pass the review and could only be circulated underground. And if you were caught selling such a book, you would go to jail and ride the hamster wheel for three years.
But for newlyweds, this level is just right.
While Aiwass and Isabel were watching "The Last Love of Arsene Lupin and Countess Cagliostro" with great interest and pointing at the movie, there was a knock on the door.
"--His Majesty?"
Sherlock's voice came from the doorway.
"Come in."
Aiwass answered for Isabel.
Sherlock walked into the room and, without bothering to exchange pleasantries, handed a suitcase to Aiwass. "Fox, come and take a look at this."
"What's this?"
Aiwass opened it with great interest. Inside was a document bound in a thin booklet and two appendices.
"—Investigation report on the fog demon."
Sherlock said, "Regarding the investigation into whether the fog demon is harmful. You can report to Yulia... Her Majesty Yulia when you return."
"You did it?"
"certainly."
Sherlock sarcastically said, "You can't expect the Iris people to do it. They're now eager to bury all the extraordinary people of the Path of Love alive... Look, if the problem is not serious, we can go talk to Little Cain and see if she can serve as a leader of the race and unite the Mist Elves under her leadership. Otherwise, letting them act as they please... I'm still a little uneasy. After all, they were once children of the moon."
"That makes sense."
Aiwass nodded: "I'll study it."
"Should I come along?"
Isabel asked.
"Do you want to?" Aiwass asked back.
Isabel thought for a moment, shook her head vigorously, and shrank back into the quilt like a spoiled child: "I want to - rest -"
Aiwass patted her head gently and said with a smile, "Then you take a rest."
"Then I'll go back to the police station first."
Sherlock crossed his arms and said coldly, "There are still a few cases to deal with. This thing has been written for two days. I heard that you two didn't go out today, so I rushed over to give it to you."
"Okay, go ahead and do your thing." Aiwass said with a smile.
And at this moment, outside the window.
Thomas lurked quietly in the shadows.
He had been lying in wait like this for two days, not moving, waiting for his chance.
Aiwass is a human being after all, and he is not yet twenty years old, so his energy level will not be too high.
As the former Pope, even if we count to the highest level... it is the fifth level of dedication.
Although this speculation is exaggerated, Thomas thinks it is possible. Otherwise, there is no reason for him to become Pope.
Even considering the high-level divine arts... a single devotee would certainly be much easier to deal with than one with others. Therefore, even though Aiwass was accompanied only by the inexperienced Queen Isabel, Thomas hesitated to take action.
It was not because he was concerned about the international impact, but because he was worried that Isabel would become someone else.
According to intelligence, Aiwass possesses the ability to summon higher-level phantoms. However, that ability requires him to pull out a grimoire or crush a card to activate... meaning that if he's caught off guard, he won't have time to summon helpers.
There is only one real chance.
When Aiwass was alone and off guard—kill him in an instant.
——Of course he can do it.
For a master assassin, this level of requirement is not difficult.
In a sense, extraordinary people of the same or even higher level are easier to deal with than ordinary people of lower energy levels.
Because the former often act alone out of pride and forgo guards and vigilance... while these assassins can hide in the dark.
Without a doubt, the advantage is mine.
So Thomas waited patiently for the opportunity.
Now, the time is finally coming.
Chapter 2 will be released before midnight!
(End of this chapter)
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