in the name of the queen

Chapter 16: Will you be a coward your whole life, or be a warrior for three seconds?
  It's always wonderful to look at people through the filter of family affection.

For example, in Lisa's eyes, Roland is the best.

If you take off the family filter and look at people, there will be problems everywhere.

For example, in Walder's eyes, Queen Sylve has succeeded but has not yet officially ascended the throne.

When Sylph returned to Sheffield Castle humming a lilting ditty, a maid hurried over and reminded her in a low voice: "The Home Secretary is waiting for you in the study."

"When did the teacher come?" Sylph pretended to be calm, but her wandering eyes revealed her inner anxiety.

"Mr. Walder has been waiting for at least four hours. There must be something urgent."

"Ah?" Sylph's only trace of calmness froze.

She knows the teacher very well.

If it was just an emergency, he would send someone to find her.

Unless it's for her.

The teacher's anger will grow stronger as the waiting time goes on.

Sylph could fully imagine how violent the storm would be.

According to the usual practice, she should go back to the dormitory to change clothes and take a shower before meeting the teacher, but thinking that Wald had been waiting for four hours, she was not in the same mood, so she hurried to the study.

Her speed was just stuck at the limit of losing the calm demeanor of a distinguished person.

Although she was anxious, she was still an elegant queen.

When she walked into the small study, Walder's face was watery and he was sitting upright.

When he saw Sylph returning, he stood up and greeted her with the most standard courtesy of a courtier.

Sylph's heart thumped and she felt cold.

broken.

If the teacher can't help nagging her when he sees her, it's a trivial matter.

It would be a big deal if the teacher acted in a business-like manner.

Thinking that she had been running out for a walk during the day these days, Sylph knew she was in the wrong and quickly responded with the courtesy of a student.

"Teacher, you've been waiting for a long time. If you need anything, send someone to tell me and I'll be back a long time ago."

"I, Sussex, do not have the custom of subordinates sending messengers to summon their lord."

Walder said with a serious expression: "If this kind of thing spreads, His Majesty's majesty will be destroyed. People outside think that the master of Fort Sheffield has been replaced."

Sylph was silent for a moment, sighed, and said quietly: "I was never the owner of Fort Sheffield, and I have never received this kind of education."

"This is my dereliction of duty. I will teach you this lesson today."

Walder's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Sylph, go to class!"

Sylph was startled by Walder's sudden change, but quickly reacted.

The teacher had a purpose in waiting for her.

Since I am not reprimanding her, no matter how difficult the lesson is, it is still a good lesson.

She pinched the hem of her skirt, bent her knees slightly, and responded in a soft voice: "Please teach me, teacher."

Walder motioned for Sylph to sit down and asked calmly: "Sylph, do you want to be a puppet in name only, or a real monarch who controls your destiny?"

"Even if I want to, can I really do it?" Sylph asked confusedly.

Kingship is never given by heaven, it must be fought for.

The aristocracy and the second class in Sussex are becoming more and more powerful, and the space for monarchy has long been eroded to a great extent.

If not, the father would not have to go to overseas territories in person to seek support from overseas lords.

The death of my father is very problematic, but it cannot be investigated in depth. Whoever investigates will be next.

Seeing that Sylph was about to give up on herself, Walder's expression was calm, but his voice pierced Sylph's heart like a sharp blade.

"Will others let you go? You are a transcendent. Originally, you were only a ninth-level [Lady], and no one cared about it. But now you have become the monarch of the empire, and you have the qualifications and ability to be promoted to the eighth-level [Princess] and even the eighth-level [Princess]. Seventh-level [Queen], do you know what this means?"

Sylph's pink cheeks had no color at all.

Of course she knew what that meant.

Although not many people know about it, she knows very well that the structure of the society of extraordinary people is not much different from that of ordinary people. They are all pyramids.

The higher you go, the harder it becomes.

Rank 9 to rank 7 are lower-level extraordinary beings. They are no different from ordinary people. They just have special abilities and will suffer from birth, old age, illness and death. The lifespan of a strong rank 7 is up to three hundred years.

A professionally trained mortal assassin can completely send away a seventh-level transcendent under certain circumstances.

The power of extraordinary beings comes from the stars, and different promotion directions correspond to different star paths.

Under the stars, lower-level transcendent beings are equal to mortals and can have similar or even identical star paths, but this changes starting from level six.

The road to the pyramid's tip narrows. Level six extraordinary people can perceive the power of the stars, which is essentially different from ordinary people.

They will stay away from mortal battles and embark on a path to pursue the stars.

The power of the stars will not arise out of thin air, nor will it disappear out of thin air. The battle will never end.

There is an upper limit to the power of the stars that each material plane can obtain. Some people have more, while others have less.

The promotion rules are such that those who are on the same star path are natural enemies.

Colleagues are just enemies, but explorers on the same star journey are irreconcilable mortal enemies.

Unfortunately, this world already has a female monarch who has reached level seven and is struggling for level six.

Queen Sophia Friedrich Vladimir comes from the Vladimir Empire in the Land of Winter.

She controls a vast empire and has millions of elite troops under her command. The white chamomile flag representing her authority flies over fifteen time zones.

She also has the notorious underground secret service Rurik under her command. In front of the all-pervasive Rurik night crawlers, the Sussex Military Intelligence Bureau is simply a bunch of losers.

Wherever she looked was where the Imperial troops were heading.

She has no rival.

The monarchs of several large secular countries are not extraordinary, and the extraordinary monarchs of small countries will not threaten her status.

She once boasted that as long as she was given two hundred and fifty years, she could make the whole world learn standard Rurik.

She didn't brag, but she didn't have two hundred and fifty years.

Can humans live longer than three hundred years?

Yes, promoted to level six.

So she didn't waste time and always focused her main energy on chasing the stars, which gave other big countries some breathing space.

However, all this changed when Sylve became Queen of Sussex.

She has a rival.

In other words, her stepping stone to rank six has come.

Sylph's cries and blood will become the most dazzling decoration on the scepter she holds high when she is promoted.

This is fate.

Unless Sylph has the ability to fight back and dye the scepter red with Sophia's blood.

Sylph's originally fair face couldn't find any color at all.

Walder's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he shouted angrily:
  "Sylph, stand up and face your fate!"

Sylph became energetic, and her slender hands that were still trembling started to tremble even more.

But this time it was not cowardice, but excitement.

Successive Sussex monarchs expanded their territory and defeated countless seemingly invincible opponents, creating the world's largest navy and a vast land of tens of millions of square kilometers.

Sophia is the queen, and I am the queen too!

Why did she step on my blood to get promoted instead of the other way around?

Fate must be faced after all.

The first thing that flashed before Sylph's eyes was not the founding monarch Sussex the Great, nor the most famous monarch in the history of the empire, the Ocean King, but Roland, who was both lucky and unfortunate.

This guy has no idea what kind of opponent he will face next.

But it is difficult for Sylph to sympathize with Roland, because she is the same unfortunate Sylph who also has to face a powerful opponent that she cannot defeat.

At this moment, the soul of the thirty-fourth emperor of Sussex was possessed.

Sylph burst into flames.

The great achievements of the late emperors in opening up new territories and killing old enemies flashed through her mind like scenes from a movie.

Finally, it freezes in front of you.

Her eyes were red.

Walder looked at her expectantly.

At this moment, the noble blood flowing in Sylph's body was awakened, and she would not flinch even if there was a legendary dragon standing in front of her that could split the world apart.

Courage filled Sylph's delicate body, and her eyes shot out with a terrifying cold light.

Gone in a flash.

Sylph's lips trembled slightly, and her trembling voice sounded like she was crying.

"Teacher, I want to abdicate and return to my Earldom of Tyrone. Please notify the cabinet for me and let them choose a new emperor. I have two distant cousins ​​who are members of the family. Both of them can do it."

"Teacher, what's wrong with you, teacher?"

(End of this chapter)