Vulcan's decision was not fundamentally wrong. As long as the scandal did not spread, it had never happened. As long as all the witnesses were killed, no one would know.
But would he get off that easily?
With his pitiful intelligence, he never immediately considered why the official who delivered those storage devices to him had been so terrified. Nor did he consider who had gathered the information and sent it to the palace.
A few hours later.
When Scott returned to the Throne Room with a small box of earthworms in hand, his face dripping with water, Vulcan finally realized the problem when he saw him wiping his face.
However, by the time he noticed, it was already too late. Across the streets and alleys of Featherfall, the same sort of incident that had occurred before the ancestral tomb explosion happened again. All kinds of screens and projections were hijacked, playing the Second Princess and the Guard Captain's royal scandal.
When many pedestrians saw it, their first reaction was fear. No one knew who had filmed these videos, but they could practically be called art.
But then some people caught on. The Royal Guard had followed the Eldest Princess, and there were no Inquisitors on Featherfall now.
So what the hell was there to fear? They might as well enjoy it.
Those at home went online through all kinds of terminals to watch. Those outside simply found roadside restaurants, bought something to eat, and watched at leisure. Some strangers even began exchanging thoughts on it.
"I never thought the Second Princess played this wild." A birdman tilted his head at the screen. He truly could not imagine a person being able to pull off that position. "Putting both feet on her own head and doing it like that... does