Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only! Chapter 357

Xie Qingxuan tilted her head to look at the giant wolf that pounced on her. She had finished digesting the setting of the Historical Echo, and a rare joy appeared in her clear black and white eyes. She snapped her fingers and activated the prototype of her Destined Magic.

--[Royal Authority].

"Dril, regain your senses."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Incinerating Nightmare Wolf stopped moving abruptly, and a glimmer of clarity gradually returned to its eyes, which were filled with bestiality and madness.

Every now and then, the giant wolf's aggressive, charging posture would transform into a docile, affectionate approach, nuzzling Xuan Bao with its head and letting out pitiful whimpers.

Xie Qingxuan happily patted the fluffy head, her usually aloof expression softening slightly. She had always wanted to have a big dog as a pet.

At that time, I didn't understand what liking someone meant. I just felt that my parents wouldn't agree, so I gave up on the idea.

As soon as she entered the Ideal Country, Historical Echo gifted her a huge dog, ten times bigger than the Labrador she had imagined as a child!

"Bear with it."

Xie Qingxuan used his blessing to erase part of the Mithril Alloy and forcefully pulled it out of the giant wolf's flesh.

At the same time, she glanced at the obstructing magical barrier, raised her hand, and used a blessing to erase it.

The Historical Echo determined his identity greatly strengthened the [Titan's Authority].

That makes sense.

The strength of [Titan's Authority] in a first playthrough without a magic compensation mechanism is purely determined by the user's power level.

Anastasia Hattie, in my memory, is the last royal bloodline among the Golden Mane Wolves. In the human kingdom, that would be the status of the last princess. Her existence carries far more weight than that of ordinary people, so naturally she would receive an extra blessing.

Xie Qingxuan patted the giant wolf's head and rubbed its fluffy ears. She nodded contentedly.

"Alright, Dril, we'll find someone to treat your wounds later."

"Now you can do what you want."

Upon hearing the excited howl, the Incinerating Nightmare Wolf's scarlet pupils filled with hatred and rage. Its senses were sharp, and it could understand the common language of the continent, so it remembered perfectly the foul language that the guests had just used to insult its host.

The beast clenched its teeth, a dangerous growl emanating from its throat. Sparks flew from its teeth, crackling like the prelude to a tsunami. Suddenly, it seized control of a large amount of elemental energy, unleashing chilling flames that swept across the surroundings.

In just a few breaths, the air temperature rose to seventy or eighty degrees Celsius and continued to climb wildly. Soon, the terrified guests were brought back to their senses by the heat and took out their alchemical tools to defend themselves.

Unfortunately, Xie Qingxuan only glanced at them a few times before these expensive alchemical tools malfunctioned or even exploded, rendering them completely useless.

This is a conceptual blessing; it interferes with any sophisticated instrument, achieving destruction simply by removing the existence of a single component.

Of course, without the vast experience inherited from the first playthrough, attempting this level of micromanagement is less effective than simply erasing the entire game.

Xie Qingxuan didn't forget to take care of the host either. It wasn't that she held a grudge; she just felt that this person talked the most and probably knew a lot.

And so, amidst the raging flames and the cries of despair, the exquisite crystal chandelier in the dome swayed and plummeted, smashing the table laden with delicious food and taking the lives of several unfortunate souls in the process.

The giant wolf named Dril disgustedly spat out the mage's remains, dragged the host, who only had one leg left and was crying tears of fear, to Xie Qingxuan's side.

"Please, please, let me go! I was just doing a job. It was the boss who arrested you..."

Xie Qingxuan lived in a peaceful era and had never been accustomed to killing, so she simply used [Royal Authority] to shut the other party up. After thinking for a moment, she obediently squatted down and began to use her magic to draw the image of her beloved.

Dril watched curiously as his master painted amidst the flames, occasionally letting out a few questions that elicited honest and straightforward answers from the other.

The man clutched his broken leg, feeling the despair of being unable to speak and the continuous loss of blood. He felt that Anastasia was torturing him before interrogating him, and his anger grew stronger.

After Xie Qingxuan finished drawing Qing Bao's sketch, she lifted the restriction on the other person's speech. She picked up the portrait constructed by magic and asked seriously:

Have you seen this girl?

"She's cute, with white hair, blonde eyes, and is 164cm tall. I like her..."

The man's pupils dilated in shock, his expression one of utter astonishment and horror. He seemed to have witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world, and he could no longer hear what was being said next.

--Lucy Tiffany.

How could this be? How would Anastasia know that this Merchant Guild is backed by the Tiffany Family, one of the Three Covenant Families?

Could it be that the Golden Mane Wolf's royal talents include not only crisis perception, hyperintuition, elemental resistance, and hunting marking, but also the ability to directly target enemies at unlimited distances based on their aggro?

No, if that's the case, then it should be Duke Tiffany, or at the very least, one of the other members. It seems that this talent is more like a wide-ranging prophecy, and the answer it gives isn't accurate enough.

Excellent, this can be put to use.

Since I can't survive myself, I absolutely can't let the other person have it easy either.

"The Imperial Capital, Saint Roland."

"The person you're looking for, Lucy Tiffany, is right there."

The man coughed up blood and grinned maliciously, sarcastically urging:

"It was she who sent a force from the Empire to destroy your homeland, kill your family and friends, extinguish the Golden Mane Wolf Tribe's hope for survival, and turn you into a complete and utter scum!"

"But what good will it do you if you know? She is the chosen successor of the White Chalk Tower, the Young Lady of the Tiffany Family, and the alchemist who has cracked part of the Magic God Mechanism!"

"Anasta Hati, the person you seek revenge against is the closest to the Crown Prince in a century. You can't even touch a hair on her head, you don't even have the right to enter the Imperial Capital!"

"Hahahaha, despair, be angry, go to your death with this sense of powerlessness, or regret it for the rest of your life!"

Xie Qingxuan's fluffy ears twitched. Her beautiful, calm face revealed even brighter, dark eyes. Did Xiao Qing's new identity really have so many prefixes?

Hmm, it has a bit of the RPG feel of the Liuli Master's games, so cool.

And...

The girl lowered her eyes and touched the burning animal ears. She had the illusion that her girlfriend was cosplaying with her, and a subtle sense of anticipation and excitement arose in her heart.

Unfortunately, due to the vastly different perspectives, the man interpreted this silence as despair. He laughed even more gleefully, believing his scheme had succeeded and reveling in the pleasure of revenge, and continued:

"Your Golden Mane Wolf lineage is a self-exiled outcast race, never recognized as legitimate citizens by the Empire. Unless you become the king of this city of sin, the gates of the Imperial Capital will forever remain closed to you!"

This is a lie.

Even if someone controls the border city of Reza and trades for an entry ticket with various powerful figures, Alien Race that is not programmed into the Divine Sentient Body will be arrested and forcibly imprisoned by the violent authorities the moment they step into the Imperial Capital.

This statement is nothing more than setting a trap, giving the other person a hope that is destined to be shattered.

After speaking, the man, who had lost too much blood, fell into a coma.

Xie Qingxuan rode on Dril, kindly refraining from finishing off the host, leaving the host who had given her so much information in the inferno as the building was about to collapse, and left the manor.

So, the first step is to gain more power and intelligence in this border city, then find a way to Saint Roland, find Xiao Qing, and reunite with the rest of your companions!

The Calembert Empire.

Winter Territory, Avignon City.

This is an eternal frozen land, with snow-capped mountains stretching endlessly. Even the sunlight falling from the Golden Sea brings no warmth. A fierce wind blows across the towering city walls, where burly guards in heavy armor stand unmoved.

In the sky, a snow-white Griffin tore through the strong wind. It flapped its wings and soared, signaling to the guards before flying into the solemn and dignified city, into the most heavily guarded and iron-clad building.

If the Imperial Capital Saint Roland is the center of power, encompassing the Imperial Council with its Three Covenant Families and three tower masters, it possesses the authority to use a portion of the Divine Sentient Body.

This city, also known as the Holy City, is home to the Empire's largest violent agency— the Judgement Department —and thus, the Sword of Damocles, which restrains the center of power, exists.

The so-called Judgement Department is a system established a thousand years ago, with a history far older than the Imperial Council.

According to historical records, the Judgement Department was a violent institution formed by the Divine Sentient Body in accordance with the Emperor's orders, centered around the Freyabite Family, to investigate and examine itself. Its power was so great that it was unbelievable.

It is worth mentioning that once one of the three seats in the Imperial Council approves him as the Crown Prince, the Coronation Right that exempts him from imperial law must also be granted by the Judgement Department.

Although the Judgement Department could not refuse to grant the Coronation Right, it was enough to demonstrate its special nature.

Now, with the Emperor gone for a thousand years and the Divine Sentient Body in a state of dormancy, the Judgement Department Division has shifted its focus entirely to other matters.

First, to investigate whether the deities have fulfilled their duties.

Secondly, it replaces the Divine Sentient Body to monitor any unusual activity in the Golden Law, and to pursue any deity who has sent Divine Power to the mortal realm without signing a covenant or delivering a report.

Third, it was to uphold the Emperor's authority, supervise the central government, and prevent the Three Covenant Families and the three tower masters from overstepping the boundaries of their power and touching unforgivable taboos.

Therefore, as long as the problem is serious enough and sufficient evidence is collected,

The Judgement Department can even strip the Imperial Council of its authority, wielding the absolute violence granted by the Divine Sentient Body to punish Grand Duke and Tower Masters!

Interestingly, it is precisely because of this check and balance of power that the Imperial Council has elected Crown Prince several times over the centuries, using the crown prince's Coronation Right to counter the Judgement Department.

And this generation's judge is Freyabit's sole heir.

--Charlotte Freyabet.

Volume 1: 331. Emperor Grace, Golden Blood, Divine Descent. (5K)

The headquarters of the Judgement Department is located in the central Court of Judgement.

Amidst the heavy snowfall, a massive and majestic Griffin landed gracefully. It let out a clear cry to the judge clad in silver armor, who nodded appropriately and deftly retrieved a letter from his person.

Although as light as paper, the sealing wax imprinted with the Freyabit clan emblem possesses a series of functions such as secrecy, indestructibility, and self-destruction.

This is the usual communication method of the Judgement Department, or rather the Freyabite Family; in today's era, it can be considered overly conservative and outdated.

Since the establishment of the empire, using the technologies left by the Emperor, such as the Heavenly Machine Engineering and the Magic Net, a group of alchemists have established an extremely efficient communication system by utilizing the Thought Branch of the Divine Sentient Body that span half of the continent.

As long as you are a citizen, you are eligible to apply for an Alchemy Crystal after you turn 16, and by paying a small fee regularly, you can connect to the local Magic Net.

In theory, given sufficient authority, all information within the empire can be found on the Alchemy Crystal, making communication and intelligence exchange effortless.

But for the Freyabite Family, who inherited the role of adjudicator, their initial purpose was to examine, supervise, and even, when necessary, adjudicate the Divine Sentient Body on behalf of the Emperor.

This communication system, which relies entirely on the Divine Sentient Body, is not trustworthy in their eyes. If the Divine Sentient Body malfunctions or becomes disloyal, the information on the Magic Net will be worthless.

Therefore, in order not to fail the responsibility bestowed upon them by the Emperor, they established relevant clan precepts. Truly important information was conveyed entirely through paper letters or other means, and was never transmitted through Divine Sentient Body.

Louis took the letter and walked briskly toward the central area, feeling a little nervous. He was born in a rural area of Winter Territory and had been promoted step by step through accumulating a large number of military merits.

In the hearts of the people of this land, the Freyabite Family's status and influence far surpass that of any Grand Duke or Tower Lord, and are comparable to the entire Imperial Council.

The judges who wield the power of judgment are naturally more worthy of reverence than ghosts and gods.

Even if it's just delivering a letter, the thought of witnessing the appearance of such a person still makes my heart, which has survived avalanches, monster attacks, battles against Alien Race, and the confiscation of nobles' property, tremble.

The Court of Judgement's decor was extremely cold and austere, devoid of any flowers or plants. Everything along the way had undergone expensive alchemical enchantments, even the marble patterns bore traces of magic, making it a veritable fortress.

The most terrifying thing is that, in order to keep judges on high alert at all times, even internal staff are not exempt from the authorities, and can easily be sent to the medical department if they are not careful.

Louis walked through the central corridor, his mind tense as he entered the core area. He looked at the scarlet door, gave his report, waited for the door to open, and walked straight in.

The next second, the Arbiter, known as the Blade of the Empire, came into view.

The girl wore a black and red military uniform, with a family crest woven in gold thread. It was a sword blade, like withered wood burning in flames. Her fair face was flawless, like a fairy born from the age of gods, full of aloofness and indifference.

That tangible, terrifying aura seemed poised to crush the soul at any moment.

Louis's mind went blank, his blood pounded, and he only dared to place the letter on the table. He subconsciously gave a proper military salute before nervously holding his breath and taking his leave.

Charlotte remained silent the entire time, only letting out a sigh of relief after the door closed. She rubbed her face and slumped dejectedly onto the desk piled high with documents.

At this moment, all aloofness, majesty, and terror vanished instantly, transforming into something as light, soft, and approachable as a cloud.

The Saintess revealed her true form, reverting to her usual appearance. She puffed out her cheeks like a child, displaying an expression completely incongruous with her military uniform, and muttered in dissatisfaction:

"Arbitrators and all that, what a hassle! Having to keep a straight face all the time is so uncomfortable!"

"Damn it, no matter how you look at it, this identity is perfect for Xuan Bao, right? If she comes, she won't be out of character even without the disguise!"

Undoubtedly, playing a role labeled with a series of tags such as cold, ruthless, domineering, and righteous is a complete torture for Charlotte, who is naturally very approachable.

Most importantly,

One point, no, freedom!

Charlotte had already seen the memories given to her by the Historical Echo. The Freyabite Family had always been the epitome of ascetics, eccentric rulers, and utterly incompetent, the type to do everything themselves. If she wanted to visit Avignon City now, she could only do so incognito.

Otherwise, the entire city's inhabitants and soldiers, and even the judges, would be tense and oppressed, like elementary school students being stared at by their homeroom teacher through the window, all as quiet as chickens.

That's fine, anyway, she's already used to disguising her identity and playing hide-and-seek with her fans in her daily life.

The key problem is, she can't leave!

Charlotte's position as the Arbitrator is far too sensitive. If she were to go to the capital openly, the entire empire would be thrown into turmoil, and everyone would hear the sound of the sword being raised.

This is the terrifying power of having a built-in "Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night, the imperial star sways and Mars rises high" buff. If she moves even slightly, the people of the entire empire will be afraid that their blood will splatter on them.

As for disappearing for several days without any apparent reason...

If you don't inform your subordinates beforehand, this would probably be even more frightening.

Therefore, for the time being, she couldn't think of any way to reunite with her companions outside of Winter Territory.