After Camilla ascended the throne, all her clothes were designed by Griffith. The royal attire had specially appointed court designers to tailor them, with impeccable craftsmanship and design.
This nightgown ensured comfort while perfectly accentuating her figure.
When Camilla wore it, the lace at the neckline revealed a large portion of her snowy skin, and the skirt hem was tailored high, allowing light and shadow to seep through the semi-translucent fabric, showcasing her straight and slender legs.
An aura of regality, cold beauty, and seductive emperor-like presence overwheld.
Leonard Churchill glanced and silently praised Griffith’s design for its exquisite artistic beauty.
Before becoming a king, Camilla’s clothing style wasn’t so sexy.
Now, upon seeing it, one is left more astounded.
Tracy Garcia, like a little admirative fan, unabashedly remarked as she looked: "Wow, Sister Camilla looks so gorgeous in this dress..."
"..."
Camilla shot a glance at the Bun-Haired Miss, but did not respond.
She walked over casually and placed the crown on the desk in front of Leonard Churchill.
Then, turning around, she continued fiddling with her damp hair in front of the mirror, saying at the sa ti, "This crown is, after all, a relic exclusive to the [Tyrant] Sequence. I haven’t quite figured out its purpose yet. There are ancestral souls of the Augustus clan lingering on this relic, carrying strong contamination; be careful..."
Though sowhat scantily dressed, a careful observation would reveal that it was hard to cover everything.
But that’s just how the three of them usually interacted and felt quite at ease.
Leonard Churchill nodded: "Hmm."
Every Kingship Holy Relic possessed intensely strong extraordinary traits, posing lethal danger to anyone who touched them.
As it stands, out of the four Royal Holy Artifacts, aside from the [Kingship Orb] held by the Pope of the Holy Church, Leonard Churchill had already co into contact with three.
Tracy Garcia was nearby. She picked up the crown, sat on Leonard Churchill’s lap, and said, "I’ll help you wear it."
Knowing there were risks involved, she offered her assistance personally.
Yet her help as a High Priest felt more like a coronation.
This action really was stepping beyond established norms.
The Bun-Haired Miss, who is the High Priest, didn’t mind, Camilla as the king was completely unconcerned, and Leonard Churchill certainly could not be bothered by it.
The three were more like friends sharing secrets.
Once the crown was on his head, Leonard Churchill felt sothing peculiar, imdiately uttering a light "hmm".
The ancestral spirits of Augustus Camilla ntioned had little impact on him.
Instead, the heavy sense of cause and effect settling on his shoulders made him furrow his brows.
The mont he donned the crown, it felt as if he beca the master of all things, instantly obtaining a sort of "absolute control" ability.
Much like sensing warmth when holding a fireball, this clarity allowed Leonard Churchill to comprehend what the rule-shifting capability of the [Tyrant] Sequence truly was.
However, the sensation of being bestowed with cause and effect from billions of living creatures flashed nurous scenes before his eyes.
For an instant, history seed to play like a slideshow in his mind, with countless people kneeling before him.
To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.
Leonard Churchill’s expression turned serious instantly.
Tracy Garcia was just a few centiters away, observing Leonard Churchill’s furrowed expression, and thought sothing had gone wrong, asking, "What’s the matter?"
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill collected his thoughts, his eyes becoming clear, and he pouted slightly, saying, "Being a king is really exhausting."
Tracy Garcia blinked and teased: "You feel it?"
These past days, she as the High Priest was so busy that her head spun, but now Leonard Churchill could empathize, as if there was finally soone to share that burden.
Of course, she was pleased.
Leonard Churchill shrugged, "Yeah."
Previously he had been a bit curious about what it felt like to be a king, and now he had absolutely no interest.
For soone who doesn’t like constraints, that heaviness felt like a quagmire.
Moreover, with the crown on his head, it felt as if he were wearing a Joker’s hat—askew and sowhat lacking.
Thinking of this, Leonard Churchill turned his head to ask Camilla, who was by the mirror, "Camilla, how does it feel to be a king?"
In the mirror, Camilla’s beautiful, cold face revealed a touch of contemplation. After pondering for a mont, she finally said, "Well... I can’t really say. But, I wish to do everything I can to make sure everyone lives better."
Leonard Churchill nodded in comndation: "Mm. You’re indeed suited to being a king."
Having been through the rain oneself, one wishes to hold an umbrella for others; that is kindness.
The seemingly ruthless, desireless path pointed by the [White Queen] actually led to the ultimate compassion.
Camilla detected the deeper aning in his words and murmured, "I don’t know either."
....
With the crown on, Leonard Churchill clearly perceived the ability of "rule control."
While he had no interest in kingship, the feeling of being elevated and able to gaze beyond human extraordinary power into the mysterious domain due to the relic’s empowernt stirred his emotions.
Leonard Churchill, wearing the crown, felt for a mont, unable to hide the radiance on his face, and said, "Indeed, with this crown’s empowernt, I should soon be able to stabilize in touching Rule Power, advancing the Domain to a Holy Domain, then progressing to the Ninth Tier."
It felt excellent.
With the crown on, the universe rules in his eyes beca clear again.
He was fortunate that his friend was a king; otherwise, even if he had snatched the crown, without the recognition of an Augustus descendant, the king’s souls within the crown would not acknowledge him.
"Oh, is it... well, that’s good."
As Camilla listened, a fleeting joy and amazent for her friend’s potential breakthrough crossed her crystalline eyes.
Thinking about sothing, she didn’t hold back and comnted, "I feel like I might also reach the Ninth Tier, but I’m still a bit lacking in rule comprehension. Leonard, your enlightennt is higher than mine. When the ti cos, could you share any tips...?"
The three, journeying together, often cross-referenced and assisted each other in cultivation. Leonard Churchill readily agreed, "Okay."
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