You Really Are Royalty, Sis?

"Lilim, what did you tell them?"

Lynn truly couldn't understand why this group of cat demi-humans had suddenly become so enthusiastic.

Inside the cat demi-human tribe, the Witch attended to Lilim, serving her tea and pouring her water.

"Because I'm demi-human royalty." Lilim's ears twitched. Even she hadn't expected that, relying on nothing but inherited tradition, the cat demi-humans would still treat Fold-eared Cats and her surname with such reverence.

"After so many years, You have finally appeared—the Folded Ear Tribe that will save the demi-humans." The Witch devoutly presented Lilim with the finest tea their tribe possessed.

"Thank you." Lilim took the tea, then immediately turned to Lynn. "See that?"

"Ugh..." Lynn's dead fish eyes appeared as he remembered Lilim's earlier joke.

Was this what it meant for truths to hide in casual remarks?

The little Goblin Lynn thought this while looking into a mirror: If that's the case, then those Heroines... could it be that they don't actually dislike me, and I just haven't farmed enough favorability?

Was his fantasy two-dimensional life back on track?

Just then, West Calamity Lynn came over with a skull over his head. "What are you thinking about, Goblin? Hurry up and go earn me some resources!"

Lynn took out Slime-made cloth and clothes from his goods. As he pondered the image of the little West Calamity Lynn figure, a thought suddenly struck him.

Wait, wasn't Lilim a powerful claim to the demi-humans?

Lynn looked at Lilim again, and even his gaze had changed slightly.

Lilim rolled her eyes at Lynn speechlessly. "Don't even think about it, Lynn. I understand Noble matters better than you do. Trying to marry into royalty is useless. Why do you think I followed you instead of going to find the demi-humans?"

"What do you mean?"

"First, the demi-humans are basically a pack of savages now. Second, I'm actually that Princess who said, 'If the people can't afford bread, why don't they eat cake?' Without the Divine Favor of the God of Love, the demi-humans really would have hanged me." Lilim spoke as if it were a completely insignificant matter, not caring in the slightest.

"You really are a Hundred-year-old Granny. Then why are these demi-humans treating you so well?"

Lilim narrowed her eyes and said with a touch of irritation, "I'm only twenty this year. I spent the intervening years asleep."

Lilim sighed. "I didn't expect the people who wanted to hang me back then to welcome me so warmly now, either."

"Then you still dared tell them your surname!"

"After the Demi-human Kingdom fell, all demi-humans longed for it. Once I revealed my surname, they were bound to trust me. I just didn't expect them to welcome me this much, understand, Lynn?"

"Alright, no time to lose. Let's hurry up and restore the kingdom, Her Highness the Princess—no, Your Majesty the Queen. I'll be the Duke Protector of the Nation and Regent. You can just play on the side."

"Ugh, you're such an awful person."

"Alright, I already moved that rotten feudal system away. I have no desire to move it back."

Lilim had received Lynn's complete Paradox Game War Criminal education. After living with Lynn for so many years, she knew what he meant by feudal society, capitalist society, proletarian society, and national society. She simply didn't know how to make them happen, because she had never seen them.

After watching Lynn make a small trial run in Aningsbe, she knew his methods were definitely more powerful than feudal monarchy, so naturally she had no objections.

Their private exchanges really were the sort of bickering conversations boys had, somewhat like online friends.

At that moment, the cat demi-human chieftain carried a box in from outside and handed it to Lilim. "Please lead us to revival, one of the Holy Tribe."

Lilim took the box, then snapped it shut the instant she opened it.

Her dead fish eyes appeared.

"No, let's forget this, Chieftain. I only revealed my identity because I came here to trade."

"No, Holy Tribe, we need You. We ordinary demi-humans are sinners who have committed wrongs, so we must atone. Only then can the Holy Tribe allow the demi-humans to rise again!"

"Atone?"

The Witch, who held the tribe's inherited knowledge, began to speak. "Yes. According to legends left behind by our ancestors, the Hohenzollern Kingdom suffered years of snow disasters back then, and food production declined year after year. The Princess even said that if everyone couldn't eat bread, why didn't they eat cake? So everyone raised the banner of rebellion, and the result was even worse."

"Afterward, things became even worse for everyone. Because of the war and the loss of technology, many people in the tribe still freeze to death every winter. We would have been better off not rebelling."

"Our ancestors have always said that we must have offended the Holy Tribe for things to turn out this way."

The corner of Lilim's mouth twitched. Her family was considered the Holy Tribe mainly because of that ancestor who had become a god.

As for why the Demi-human Kingdom had suffered its nation's destruction, Lynn had analyzed it countless times already.

Her outrageous statement had indeed been problematic, but at the root of it all, the Demi-human Kingdom lacked food. Harvests failed year after year, social conflicts erupted constantly, and the nobles all harbored ulterior motives.

The demi-human king at the time truly wanted to bring change, but sometimes, even if someone capable of becoming an emperor for the ages was placed in a dynasty rotten to the core, there was still nothing he could accomplish.

Unless he had the chance to escape and build everything from scratch.

A ruler was not simply someone who sat in that position because of the Rules.