Chapter 1158: Chapter 83: The Inextinguishable Fire of Hatred (Part 1)_3
But Blana couldn’t manage to speak those words; the old knight’s back was not as straight as it was in his youth, yet it appeared exceptionally towering now, like a pillar supporting a massive structure.
The air in the hall was tense as if frozen, and the Queen smiled silently.
“To even bring up such a discarded case, Knight Gafri is indeed comndable in his loyalty.”
Blana let out a small sigh of relief, it seed the Queen had not truly gotten angry. The discarded royal decree was essentially a dead issue; its activation required the unanimous approval of the core mbers from the Mage, Knight, and Royal Family. Yet now, Queen Grey was the sole direct mber of the Royal Family, rendering this decree permanently useless.
Grey chuckled softly: “It’s alright, I always planned to explain the reasons during the action. Now is the appointed ti, co with , my knights.”
The spy chief Sekri stood by the door, making an inviting gesture. Queen Grey was the first to stand and walk out, and the knights, filled with anxiety, followed her silently. They exited the seaside villa where the Queen was temporarily staying and mounted their horses to begin a nightti outing.
This outing was extrely simple, without a ceremonial guard or official reception, the Queen and her knights walked through the tropolis like ordinary tourists. Tonight, the Wave City was bustling, every screen broadcasting live footage from Sound Curtain City, Ariel Karash’s beautiful song drifting with the sea breeze. Yet this city was also eerily quiet, no one spoke in the whole tropolis, every household’s lights were on, yet no one was ho. All the people were gathered on both sides of the road, gazing in admiration at the Queen riding by horseback, amongst the crowded yet orderly throng, ca countless identical murmurs.
“Albion Grey Morton… Albion Grey Morton…”
Repeating, endlessly repeating, like devotees calling upon the great na of a deity. The murmuring crowd seed endless, the Queen did not look at them, she spoke to her knights. Suddenly she asked: “Knight Rakael, do you love your family?”
Rakael remained expressionless: “I love them as they love .”
“When your mother passed away seven years ago, did you feel sorrowful?”
Akua wanted to interject, feeling the question was a bit much. Yet Rakael’s response remained calm: “Yes, Your Majesty, I still feel sorrow for those mories, just as I do not wish to recall the events of four years ago.”
Queen Grey laughed, her words hollow as the sound of waves.
“You are indeed a good son, a good brother. But what a pity it is, as I cannot comprehend your feelings!
Fifteen years ago when my father’s coffin returned to the capital, I saw his once-smiling face turn stiff and cold. My brothers wept before the coffin, mother fainted from crying at the funeral. While tears ran down my face, I did not feel much sorrow. Then, I didn’t understand their display, after Olerian’s death, there was one less rival to divide the royal power, my brothers should have toasted in celebration, why need there be mourning?”
As Queen Grey spoke, she remained unmoved, as if discussing absurd rumors heard in others’ hos. Akua bit her lip tightly, impulsively saying: “Your Majesty, I think that’s because they hold affection for their kin.”
“How ironic, my mother said the sa. She had follow mages in study, gave no domains or real power, hoping I could fill the void in my heart with love.” Grey spoke eagerly, “Year after year, her effort was quite fruitful…”
As she spoke, the group reached the center of Wave City. The citizens, blind and dazed, encircled the round plaza, and their murmurs mixed with a sticky sound that was hard to describe. In the dark, people’s faces seed indistinct, like a horde of ghosts cloaked in human skin mimicking human voices, waiting for the right mont to pounce and devour flesh and blood.
In the plaza’s center, torchlight flickered, illuminating a massive, crystalline throne. The chair was built on a crystal foundation, grand and imposing like the throne of a giant in myths. Nobody knew when it was built, nor when it was brought here, Grey Morton dismounted and walked toward the crystal throne, her laughter remaining clear amidst the countless murmurs.
“I understand sothing my mother never grasped in her lifeti. The way of kings lies in power and dominion, and needs no useless emotions. The diocre King stagnated due to emotions and t his end through emotions!”
“Albion Grey Morton! Albion Grey Morton!”
At this mont, the murmurs turned into roars, like the cheers of thousands before a coronation. The sound of longswords unsheathing clanged loudly, Gafri and Rakael simultaneously drew their weapons, pointing their blades at the Queen they served!
“Answer , Albion Grey Morton!” Knight Gafri’s shout was thundering, “How much did you involve yourself in the upheaval at the capital four years ago!”
“Why ask when you already know?” Grey’s lips curved into a mocking arc, “Traitorous ministers ought to kneel in guilt, you have long since lost loyalty to the crown!”
For a mont, Blana felt the world turned upside down, the unexpected developnt nearly rendered him speechless. Loyalty? Who is not loyal? Is it Gafri or Grey?
The Queen’s unbelievable utterances echoed repeatedly, the capital’s tragic scene from four years ago flashed vividly in his mind. Ruins, crystals, dead people, the enemies anticipating every move, Queen Annie’s bizarre death… he understood, he understood it all. Fury stained his eyes red, Blana let out a heart-wrenching scream: “It’s you who betrayed the Country!!!”
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