Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 466

In the early summer of the imperial capital, the coolness is still there, but the night sky has already swept away the ambiguity of spring, and the stars and moon are clear.

Princess Freya raised the peacock folding fan in her hand, and gently drove away the fireflies lingering in front of the railing of the boudoir balcony, and then stared wistfully at the brightest star in the night sky with her emerald light green eyes.

According to the legend of the empire, this star "Crown of Abraham", which only appears on the sky in summer night, is a gift from the Supreme Holy Spirit to believers and people: bishops often declare that as long as they pray silently to this star, the Holy God will be able to hear your prayers in heaven.

Princess Freya, who has just celebrated her 16th birthday, is supposed to be too old to believe in these legends about deceiving children.

However, she bit her lip and looked around for no one, she still made up her mind, clasped her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and silently recited her wish with trembling eyelashes.

"Are you making a wish, Fu?" Suddenly a voice with a smile came from behind, which startled the little princess.

She turned her head in a panic, and was relieved to find that it was Sister Ursula in a nun's attire and on crutches who had spoken.

As far as Freya can remember, this respected old nun has been working for the imperial family in the palace—because Freya's father, His Majesty the Emperor Basil III, did not trust the priests of the Supreme Church, therefore, the palace All the religious services needed by the women's family members on weekdays are provided by Aunt Ursula.

However, for Princess Freya, rather than a priest, Aunt Ursula took on the role of a mother—the mother she had never met who unfortunately died of dystocia when she was born.

The relationship between Princess Freya and her father's second queen who continued to marry was cold, so during the 18 years of living in the palace, the little princess had always been closer to Aunt Ursula; on weekdays, Aunt Ursula Mammy also often brought Freya some palace contraband that little girls liked from outside the palace, without the sight of the royal guards.

"What wish do you wish on the 'Crown of Abraham'? Tell your dear Aunt Ursula?" Aunt Ursula gently hugged Princess Freya who was rushing towards her like a bird, Lovingly stroking her golden hair.

"...Don't say it." Princess Freya buried her head in the old nun's arms and replied sullenly.

"Could it be that there are some things that only the Supreme Holy Spirit can know, but Sister Ursula can't know?" Sister Ursula laughed and patted the little princess on the head.

Princess Freya blushed, let go of Aunt Ursula, and said in a voice as thin as a gnat:
"I'm making a wish... the war will end soon."

Compared to her age, Princess Freya's wish to the "Crown of Abraham" seems a bit too selfless.Sister Ursula was taken aback for a moment, then said kindly:

"Fu, this is mine too—this is everyone's wish."

"But is this also Father's wish?" Princess Freya gritted her teeth and looked up at Sister Ursula.

The old nun shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:

"Your Majesty is very busy these days, and he is not in a good mood. Don't bother Your Majesty recently... Didn't I just bring you a box of novels to read? There is also the Holy Book sent by His Majesty Richelieu the day before yesterday -"

"Aunt Ursula!" Princess Freya grabbed her clothes and asked in a low voice, "Father, is he still angry? Are you still angry at... Duke Elliott Igor?" ?”

When "Lord Duke Elliott Igor" was mentioned, the little princess's breathing became short involuntarily, and a trace of blush also appeared on her jade-like little face.Of course, this small detail cannot escape the eyes of Sister Ursula, but the old nun just sighed secretly in her heart, and said with a normal expression:

"Of course His Majesty will be angry... As you know, a few days ago, Lord Duke Igor used Shuangfengling to send troops to attack Thorn City as a bargaining chip, forcing His Majesty to rehabilitate Lord Vincent Igor and admit his mistakes ...I dare say that His Majesty Basil III has probably never faced such a humiliating excessive request! Once the Igor family's treason case is overturned, it will damage the face of the entire imperial family..."

"But..." Princess Freya stammered, "... Ke Ai, the father of Lord Elliot Igor, is Lord Vincent innocent? If Lord Vincent really How can he be rehabilitated if he has rebelled! What is the truth about the rebellion case back then?"

"Poor child." Aunt Ursula rubbed Princess Freya's hair pitifully, "In the world of adults, perhaps 'truth' is the least important thing..."

Princess Freya stared blankly at the silver cross pendant on Aunt Ursula's chest, and mumbled:

"If father is still angry with Lord Elliott Igor, he, does he not want me..."

The little princess's words after that could not be heard because her voice was too low, but Aunt Ursula knew clearly that the following words were "...to marry Lord Igor".

"His Royal Highness Freya." Sister Ursula knelt down, reached out and wiped away an invisible teardrop from the corner of Princess Freya's eyes, and said lovingly, "In the final analysis, I want you to marry Elliott." Lord Igor was also an idea that His Majesty thought of on a whim a few months ago, and there was no real progress at all! What's more, I heard that Lord Igor already has a fiancée, that Isa Sang Miss Delia..."

"Does she look as good as me..." Princess Freya muttered, almost crying.

Aunt Ursula was almost amused by the little girl's comparison.She took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and while wiping the tears on the little princess' cheeks, said softly:

"Your Highness Freya, in fact, you don't know Duke Elliot Igor at all, right? Your understanding of him, and your appreciation of him... Well, your appreciation actually only comes from those novelists. It's just an epic poem from a troubadour—maybe in reality, he can't be a good husband..."

"But he should be a hero!" The little princess angrily defended her unrequited love, "If he is not a hero, why would so many people talk about him! Look! There are so many novels, all Talking about the heroic deeds of Eliot Igor!"

"Hero...maybe." Sister Ursula sighed, "but Mr. Eliot Igor may not be you—at least the kind of hero your father expected."

For the little princess who is not familiar with the world, Mammy's words are a bit too difficult to understand.She stared wide-eyed.

"The hero you understand may be the 'Light of the Empire' Count Olaf, the hero of the empire." Sister Ursula considered the words, "The kind of hand-held sword, hunting dragons for the empire and mankind, A warrior who defeats enemy generals and monsters."

"Isn't Lord Igor a hero of the empire?" Princess Freya asked foolishly.

"He... can be considered." Sister Ursula smiled bitterly, "But, Your Highness Freya, there is such a person, if he was born in the empire, he would be a hero of the empire, but if he was born in Federation, he will become the hero of the Federation... You have also read about the ancient dragon in the novel? This creature is too huge, too powerful and too arrogant, so that no place can be bound for a long time live in it, so can only wander in the air for a long time..."

"People from the Empire in the Empire, people from the Federation...?" Princess Freya repeated in a daze, and finally gave up on understanding Mammy's esoteric riddle.She shook her head and jokingly asked:
"Where is Sister Ursula from?"

At this question, Sister Úrsula's eyes drooped.

"I am your person, my Highness Freya, I am your person." The old nun gave the little princess a light hug.

……

The imperial palace, the royal library separated by several walls.

This narrow corridor that runs through the east wing of the imperial palace has existed since the beginning of the construction of the imperial capital, and it is listed as the oldest room in this city of glory along with the throne room in the middle of the imperial palace.From the entrance to the deepest part, there are ebony bookshelves nearly ten meters high on both sides of the corridor of the large library. The books on the top of these gloomy bookshelves can only be removed by the magic of the royal mage.Between the bookshelves, hanging on the stone wall and filled with whale blubber, the eternal lamp burns day and night. Regardless of war and peace, stability or turmoil, it has been emitting a dim light of knowledge for thousands of years.

From the outside to the depth, the collection of books in the corridor of the big library is also divided into several large areas. The outermost ones are some commonly used royal documents. The official history secret record, and then the confidential atlas that hides knowledge that cannot be used by outsiders.As for the deepest part of the corridor of the Great Library, even members of the royal family of all dynasties have not entered it. It is said that there is an ancient cult that records extremely taboo techniques.

Although in recent years, the novels produced by Dongbingku and Biquge have become popular for a while, and Luoyang Zhigui has become the guest of honor in major libraries in the mainland, but this ancient library that belongs exclusively to the imperial family still stubbornly rejects these novels. Shuangwen, a fast food without nutrition, maintains the lofty dignity of human civilization.

The emperor's daily affairs and reception of envoys were all in the Throne Hall, but in many cases, His Majesty Basil III preferred to set up a desk at the door of the big library, and deal with some documents by the light of the blubber lamp. It was cultivated when he was a prince, and now His Majesty is getting older, and he has no desire to change.

At this moment, the supreme head of the human empire was sitting in front of his desk, staring blankly at the empty desk.

Compared with the "St. Augustus' Day" nearly two years ago, His Majesty Basil III has looked a little older - if we say last time, Xia Houyan could still find a little bit of life from his withered body Now, even this last gleam seems to be dying out.

Now, the only thing that is still supporting this decayed body is some unspeakable obsession, and the great grief and anger hidden deep in his heart.

Standing behind His Majesty Basil III is the Prime Minister of the Empire, Guillaume Gaunt.Prime Minister Gunter, who had just rushed back from the Eastern Front, hadn't washed off his dust and looked a little tired, but he still looked energetic, in stark contrast to the aging Emperor.

"Your Majesty." Guillaume Gunter said cautiously, "This is the situation at the front... Elliot Igor insisted that before the empire rehabilitated his father, the 'Wagner' formed by Frost Maple Ridge at Elm Castle The special forces will not move eastward, let alone support the regular army. In order to wait for the support of the Igor family, our main force has to slow down its march to Thorn City, and instead send a small group of scout troops, Trying to retake the small town stronghold east of Burning Crystal Canyon."

His Majesty Basil III took a deep breath:

"So, if Vincent Igor's problem is not resolved, Elliot Igor will definitely not send troops?"

"Master Igor said so." Guillaume Gunter nodded.

Basil III snorted in a low voice.

"Without the Type [-] 'Apocalypse' chariot from Frost Maple Ridge, our achievements on the frontal battlefield will be limited, and it would be impossible to capture Thorn City." Prime Minister Guillaume Gunter smiled wryly. Said, "At this point, I don't even know whether I want our empire to win or lose the battle..."

"How do you say that?" His Majesty Basil III asked.

Guillaume Gaunt sighed:
"Because the more we win, the more we rely on Frost Maple Ridge; the more we rely on Frost Maple Ridge, the more restricted the regular army is; the more restricted the regular army is, the worse the combat effectiveness is; the weaker the combat effectiveness, the easier it is to lose... Look at it this way Come on, the more we win, the more we lose..."

His Majesty Basil III licked his lips and whispered:

"Actually, besides losing or winning, a war can also have a third purpose and a third ending..."

Guillaume Gaunt blinked.

"Go and tell Elliot Igor, I agree with his father's question." His Majesty Basil III said sullenly.

"Are you sure?" Guillaume Gunter leaned down slightly and confirmed cautiously, "To completely overturn Vincent Igor's conspiracy and admit that the empire killed the wrong person—even a great nobleman , The dignified Duke of Eagle's Rest... This is completely unprecedented, and the bad impact is incalculable..."

"This is my decision." Basil III waved his hand, "As for the 'precedent'... what we will see in the future, I am afraid there will be more things without 'precedent'."

Guillaume Gaunte nodded, bowed to His Majesty the Emperor, turned his head and walked out of the large library.

When he left, the Prime Minister of the Empire did not notice that His Majesty Basil III had already turned his head and looked towards the dark end of the corridor of the Great Library.

(End of this chapter)