Demoness and King

"Wait."

Luther's thoughts gradually wandered, and he couldn't help but think of the underground ruins of the Fourth Epoch, and the evil spirit formed from the mixed souls of the three Angel, Einhorn, Sauron, and Medici.

Three Sequence 1 Angel died simultaneously, and through the same Pathway!

Could it be that they died during an ascension Ritual?

Thinking of this, Luther was horrified. The dark and chaotic era of the Fourth Epoch had finally begun to reveal itself to him, but what he saw was so insane Distortion.

"That's terrifying."

He muttered to himself, pressing the "Lucky Roulette" onto the "Abyss" card to prevent the light card from being blown away by the sea breeze. Since the "Snake of Mercury" affecting this Beyonder Item was not Ouroboros, perhaps they could have a proper talk since they shared the same enemy.

Looking back on the scene, the most suspicious people were that couple.

Luther had only glanced at them briefly at the time; both were ordinary people, and the child in the woman's womb seemed normal enough. But thinking back on it now, considering the circumstances—his Revolver falling and saving them from danger—they were incredibly suspicious!

Which one of the couple is it, or perhaps the baby in the womb itself?

No, there's too little information to make any predictions.

He shook his head and put the matter aside for the time being.

He had put the things down and checked Katie's soul state; it was about time to return to the Real World. Today, he planned to continue to the East Borough to watch over the Lamb. Just as Shepherd must fulfill his duty of Grazing the Lamb every day, he couldn't simply abandon them; otherwise, all the Acting he had done might be wasted.

Sodela Palace Empress Borough.

Vast, magnificent Palace and towering clock towers rise from the ground, the thick Fog only reaching their base. This grand complex, bathed in sunlight, overlooks the other parts of the city shrouded in fog, resembling a paradise on earth.

This is the highest point in all of Backlund, and also the location of the Royal Palace of the Loen Royal Family.

In the slums far from Empress Borough, this Palace exists only in word of mouth; those in the relatively nearby middle-class areas can only hear the chimes of the famous clock tower known as the "Bell of Order" at the Palace's edge at regular intervals. And for those who can enter the Palace and live here, it is nothing more than an ordinary building that they are tired of seeing.

"Your Majesty, this is the general conclusion of the investigation."

Inside a palace, the kingdom's current prime minister Aguesid Negan, solemnly concluded his report. He tried to suppress his grief, but his exhaustion was still unavoidable.

Around him stood a few imperial elites who could influence the nation's politics, and Earl Hall was prominently among them.

"So, in the end you only killed the murderer, but you don't know who the real mastermind was?"

On the Throne opposite them, the current King of Loen, George Augustus —commonly known as George III— calmly asked, but his words put an invisible pressure on everyone present.

The king was nearing middle age and wore a crown. He had a serious and resolute face, sported a mustache, and looked very upright and old-fashioned.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Earl Hall stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Professionals from the Goddess Church and His Excellency the 'Spellsinger of God' from the Church of Storms have Your Excellency tried, but the results were not very satisfactory."

"MI9 didn't find anything either."

The man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, added, "Our current public statement is to shift the blame onto the Aurora Order."

The king on the Throne adjusted his posture slightly and leaned back in his chair.

"Continue the investigation! The Grand Duke of Loen has been murdered under mysterious circumstances; it will be a laughingstock for the leaders of other great powers!"

He issued the order in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, your will is our direction."

Everyone bowed at the same time.

"And as for the Duke, he should be given appropriate compensation, and his eldest son should be allowed to take on a role. The House of Lords still needs a chairperson."

King George III continued, "The Prime Minister should pay more attention and help your nephew become a qualified heir as soon as possible."

". yes."

Prime Minister Aguesid and Earl Hall exchanged a glance and responded helplessly.

Among those present, a few showed a hint of joy in their eyes.

The Duke Negan's eldest son is far inferior to his father and certainly cannot unite the thoughts of everyone in the House of Lords. This means change, and change brings opportunities. If one seizes these opportunities, one may be able to advance further.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Let me rest for a bit."

In the slightly awkward atmosphere, George III waved his hand, and the Earl of the Court led everyone away, leaving the man who theoretically held the highest power in Loen alone in the hall.

He rested his chin on his fist, leaning back on the Throne, expressionless, lost in thought.

"These people have no idea that the real mastermind is right in front of them."

A clear, melodious voice rang out, as sweet as a nightingale's song.

As the voices spoke, a woman in a white robe slowly emerged from the air. She had an exquisite face and a shapely figure, yet her expression was as pure as a young girl's, evoking a contradictory feeling of wanting to protect her and defile her.

"Panatiya, what are you doing here?"

George III was clearly not swayed by her beauty and asked in a rather icy tone.

"To congratulate His Majesty the King on achieving his goal and completing the internal cleanup. Of course, this is just a joke."

Panatiya's first sentence was quite lighthearted, but after being glared at, she became much more subdued.

Get to the point.

His Majesty was losing patience, especially since this reckless cult member had actually shown up at the Imperial Palace. If she were discovered, his plans would be severely hampered. If she weren't still useful, he would have already had her eliminated.

"Don't be in such a hurry. What I want to ask is, now that the Duke has been eliminated, shouldn't the follow-up plans begin?"

Panatiya, in her White Robe, asked in a sweet voice.

"What you care about is your own digestion and promotion, right?"

George III sneered, "I don't care. You decide what to do. Pick any area in the East Borough. My only requirement is that the number of dead be high."

If the quantity is too small, people won't truly feel the pain, and subsequent policies won't be able to be implemented.

"I thought a king would care about his people."

Panatiya was delighted to hear that the other party had agreed so easily, but she was still surprised by his Indifference.

"Oh"

Hearing the Demoness speak like that, George III stroked his beard and said nonchalantly:

Those were just necessary sacrifices.