Things were more troubleso than he had imagined.
Li Changzhou originally thought that arriving early with the Invisibility Lantern, coupled with the High-Level Power Armor he had acquired by chance, would be enough to treat the royal palace like his own ho.
If he wanted to show off, he could even offer so youthful care and warmth to Margaret III while she was bathing and needed soone to scrub her back.
But the mont he stepped into the main palace complex, a guard beside him received a notification.
"G2, there's a response from Power Armor on your side."
The guard quickly looked around, "No target found! Requesting backup!"
"Backup team is on the way, don't cause a disturbance!"
"Understood!"
Li Changzhou heard the sound of nurous Power Armors approaching, and he retreated.
It seed that the Royal Family had kept a trick up their sleeve against the pilots of the Imperial cha; the High-Level Power Armor he wore could still be detected by so ans.
Or perhaps Wen Carol knew as well. Not ntioning it might have been because she never thought he would dare to break into the Royal Palace.
Should he rush out now, or wait for Margaret III to finish her bath and co out herself?
Li Changzhou looked at the soldier beside him, pretending to be calm, and the patrol that pretended to stroll past, and couldn't help but fall into thought.
Forget it.
He turned and left.
To the people coming and going, he was invisible, carrying the Invisibility Lantern, like a ghost in the Royal Palace.
Instead of leaving directly, Li Changzhou entered and exited the palaces he could access, hoping to gather so useful information.
"The new Imperial cha will be displayed in the Imperial Square tomorrow. The Empire will have five cha this ti!"
"Heard that Baron Aznavour participated in the selection again. Maybe he'll beco the new pilot of the Imperial cha!"
"Impossible, how could the Empress let two closely related individuals beco pilots of the Imperial cha at the sa ti."
"Maybe not even Di'en himself."
"By the way, did you see Di'en's fiancée at the dinner tonight?"
"Saw her, saw her, I didn't understand why His Highness would marry a princess of a fallen country, but she's so pretty! Her blonde hair is almost as good as the Empress's!"
"His Highness isn't marrying her for her looks, it's to appease the ministers and people of the Lestein Duchy; after all, the princess's children might have a chance to inherit the Empire!"
This was the conversation among the maids.
"That mother and daughter are so beautiful! Just looking at the Queen's waist and the curve of her hips, I can't take it! Especially when she wears black mourning clothes on purpose, I really want to ravage her!" one man excitedly rubbed his hands.
"That fallen princess too," another licked his lips, "that noble deanor, and that blonde hair, I really want to dirty it!"
"Shut up! You dare to talk nonsense about such things as hair!"
There was a brief silence.
"Those mother and daughter will eventually belong to Di'en, right? I wonder how they'll address each other after having a child."
A lewd laugh followed.
"Maybe they'll give it to so Imperial cha pilot or a high-ranking minister, damn, I really want a taste."
"Princess lives in Rank Hall, we can't get in, but you can go to Harvest Hall; that's where the Queen lives."
"Are you trying to get killed?!"
"How to get to Harvest Hall?"
"You really want to go? Eh?"
An eerie wind blew through as a figure clothed in a black cloak, wielding a huge White Bone Scythe, appeared indoors.
Under the light, this floating, aberrant cha without a shadow was not actually a cha.
One person opened their mouth to scream, another reached to press the alarm.
A flash of white light, and both n fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, pupils swallowed by the whites, giving them a bizarre appearance.
The white skeleton, with blue flas burning in its eye sockets, turned to the three remaining n.
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"Under, understood."
True to being servants attending to the Royal Family, the more frightened they were, the quieter they got. They didn't break down screaming in a panic, instead cooperatively complied.
Li Changzhou stood beside the three, watching as they completed the maps. After confirming no one was lying, he knocked each on the back of the head, rendering them unconscious.
After so thought, he decided to kill all three using the Death God.
Whether he left them alive or killed them, it would expose that soone had broken into the Imperial Palace tonight. But if they lived, it would reveal his intent to go to Harvest Hall.
Visiting a widow in the middle of the night was always untoward—it shouldn't beco public knowledge. Hmm.
The lights in Harvest Hall had been extinguished. Queen Alicia lay on her bed, eyes open, her tears warm on her face, drying and then moistening again.
After quite so ti, she would occasionally, as if rembering, wipe them away with her hand.
"Queen."
Alicia started, sitting up with a blanket clutched to her chest, on instinct about to scream, but she restrained her primal impulse at the sight of the man's posture before her.
A figure in Power Armor knelt on one knee beside the bed.
From that morning, no one would salute her again, unless—
The Power Armor's helt opened, and by the clear radiance of the triple moons, she could see his black hair, and beneath it, the delicate and handso face.
"Wis? Is it you?!" Alicia whispered quietly.
"It's , Queen."
"How are you here? I heard you were being held at the Rite Royal Hotel?"
"I escaped." Li Changzhou lifted his head. "Queen, do we still have a chance? Even at the cost of sacrifice, a chance to make the Empire pay?"
In the pitch-dark bedroom, all was silent.
Alicia's intense heartbeat, even an ordinary person could hear it clear as a bell.
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