After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 38 - 37 The Complicated King

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"Princess Isabella, the next is the first practical lesson I need to teach you..."

"I will take the initiative to plead guilty in the court... You don’t need to know what the charges are, I’m just making up nonsense, and you will need to punish , by docking my salary or demoting my position."

"Why? Well... Because this is balance."

"I am a powerful minister, with many officials and nobles who depend on , while another group will lean towards... Let’s call them the ’Conservative Noble Faction,’ and my side can be the ’Yila Faction.’"

"My power is too great, so you must suppress , and vice versa."

"And I will gladly accept your punishnt in the court, thus everyone will realize that I am still on your side, and the royal authority will continue to increase."

"Don’t understand? That’s okay, any specific doubts? I will explain them to you slowly."

"You an, you trust that I won’t betray the empire, so you don’t need to suppress ? I know, and trust your trust in , but that’s not enough... Because this is the royal family, these are the rules between the king and the minister."

"..."

...

"Hmm..."

Amidst a light hum, Isabella woke up, dreaming of things from long ago. She looked at Marilla, who was sitting in front of her, then glanced at the guards protecting her in the study room while she slept.

"How long did I sleep?"

Although she asked this, Isabella felt it wouldn’t be too long... As the emperor, her heart was always oppressed, not knowing exactly what it was but feeling sothing was suppressing her. Ever since Yila left, she hadn’t slept well.

But she would never admit this.

"Your Majesty, it has been half an hour."

"..."

Isabella lightly stroked the marks on her face from resting her head on her arm. She nodded to the guards on both sides and said, "You all can go out."

The guards obeyed her command without any questions, leaving the Imperial Study Room in unison, leaving only Isabella and Marilla in the room.

"..."

"..."

"Anything you want to ask, go ahead?"

In Isabella’s words, Marilla, who didn’t have much of a sense of hierarchy, pretended to nod respectfully and said, "Are the rumors within the empire true?"

The "rumors" Marilla referred to were naturally the rumors of "Isabella and Yila colluding to act."

"Not at all."

Isabella shook her head briefly, saying, "If it were true, the more extre Yila faction mbers would have probably defected from the empire already, so this is enough."

In other words, were such rumors spread under Isabella’s orders?

"Of course, if such rumors could beco a reality, I would rather they were true."

Inheriting Yila’s strange way of speaking, Isabella said, but now there was no second Yila who could instantly understand her aning, so she could only shake her head at Marilla’s puzzled expression.

"Step down, let the guards in, and summon Duke Caligula; I need to discuss the slave capture matter with him..."

Marilla nodded at Isabella’s words and subconsciously asked, "Is Your Majesty planning to discuss ending the slave capture teams? Duke Caligula would not agree."

Duke Caligula, a leading figure of the Noble Faction, was the backer of the empire’s slave trade, and the person Yila most wanted to kill. But actually...

Aside from being greedy, lustful, fond of female slaves, and advocating noble participation in politics, he was loyal to the empire and the emperor, never took concubines, and was devoted to his wife... Every ti, Yila would sigh at the empire’s peculiar logic.

But no one knew what he sighed about.

The real rebels had already been rooted out and killed by the Yila Faction and the Noble Faction.

"..."

"It should be about stopping the capture of the Foreign Clan... right?"

"..."

Under Isabella’s calm gaze, Marilla understood everything. She instantly beca emotional but still couldn’t make any judgnts. She said, "Yila will be very angry, very, very angry."

In fact, both of them knew this.

"Everyone keeps talking about Yila, as if without him I would be nothing... If he gets angry, let him be angry. If he wants to kill , then let him try!"

Isabella was obviously unhappy, but soon forced herself to return to a state where joy and anger appeared indifferent, saying calmly, "I will prove I am no longer a child."

Perhaps, all of Isabella’s impatience was simply because of this.

"If one day, Yila brings his army to invade the Imperial Capital, would it matter if I were trampled under his feet?"

Isabella spoke, feeling reassured because it was Marilla, for the first ti voicing her innermost thoughts, saying, "Father and I waited too long... But Yila was too compliant with the rules."

Either trample on and let kiss his fingers, let the empire he seized stride confidently towards beautiful dreams! Or completely submit, and stop always having this attitude of ’I know I’m right, so I must convince you’!

Either way would be fine, but! But!!!

That "humble arrogance" was sothing truly unbearable.

"Of course, if he can’t defeat ~"

Isabella said, jokingly stretching her white silk jade foot gently out of her shoe, smiling, "Then I will trample on him and tell him I have already grown up."

Her milky white little foot swayed, like an enticing ice cream.

"Then, I will give him a hug, and tell him..."

Isabella imagined the mont of her victory, smiling lightly, "I will tell him—Welco back to the empire, I have removed all the empire’s dark lesions!"

Then...

Yila would recognize , he would praise for the first ti, call by my na, instead of Princess Isabella. He wouldn’t say, "A king must not be impatient, maintain your composed expression, you can do even better," but would say...

"Well done, Isabella."

"..."

In the now empty Imperial Study Room, only a solitary king, a rebellious and arrogant student, a child longing for a specific person’s recognition, and a sensitive-hearted girl yearning to be guided remained... But there weren’t four people.

They were all the sa person.