Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 706 The Queen is Critically Ill
In the Lord's Mansion of Chernoborg, Perfect now lives a very leisurely life as he is free from the annoying government affairs.

Although she still retains her ruling power over the North, under her persistent training, the North's political system has become quite complete and can function well even without her intervention.

Even though there are still some things she needs to deal with personally, it won't take up too much of her time.

It is enough to spend one or two hours every day reviewing documents, listening to reports from officials of relevant departments, and giving instructions.

There is plenty of time left for Perfect to do whatever he wants.

Whether you want to soak in the hot spring pool until your skin wrinkles, or set up a table in the greenhouse garden for afternoon tea, Perfecto has plenty of leisure and room.

This made her wonder why she didn't quit all her jobs earlier so that she could relax happily.

Those troublesome government affairs that are like hanging boots are simply too annoying. I should have handed them over to others long ago instead of shouldering them all by myself.

"Alas, the Prime Minister has been doing everything himself at his old age, and ended up working himself to death. I can't make the same mistake!" Perfecto leaned back in a huge recliner, feeling so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

The soft bear skin was spread under her body. It was a huge polar bear skin. The white fur was more than two meters long and could completely wrap her whole body.

Lying on it and letting the fluffy feeling wrap herself up was so comfortable that she didn't even want to open her eyes.

But someone was about to disturb her at this time. The loyal old butler Foster came to her side and whispered to her: "Miss, there is an urgent message from Belloberg. Her Majesty is critically ill. I hope you will go to Belloberg immediately."

"What? Her Majesty the Queen is critically ill at this time?" Perfect opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.

Although she knew that Her Majesty's health had not been good, and she also knew that Her Majesty's time was running out, but she was in critical condition at this time...

"I understand. Prepare the airship immediately!" Without thinking too much, Perfecto asked the old butler to prepare for the trip.

However, the old butler did not leave. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before saying to Perfecto: "Miss, this matter may be suspicious! Because along with this telegram, there is another piece of news.

Our people in Belloberg reported that the royalists had a conspiracy a few days ago, and they seemed to have decided to do something. Then came the news that the Queen was critically ill and that the troops and knights loyal to the royal family were mobilized.

Belloberg is now under the control of the army and knights loyal to the royal family. If anything goes wrong, you will be in trouble..."

The old butler knew he shouldn't say that, but Perfectcott was the only child of the Brandelis family. How could he watch his young lady step into danger?

After hearing the old housekeeper's explanation, Perfect hesitated for a moment, she closed her eyes and fell into thought.

The old butler's meaning was very clear, that is, the news of the Queen's critical illness was most likely false news fabricated by the royalists in order to lure him to Belloberg and then use the army to deal with him.

It is possible that he just wanted to put himself under house arrest, or it is possible that he wanted to solve this big problem once and for all.

After all, Perfecto has no heir. Once she dies, the entire North will no longer have a leader, either legally or nominally.

By then, even the entire Northern Earldom will no longer exist, the Northern territory will be taken back by the Empire, and the entire Northern power will fall apart.

Perfect didn't expect anyone in the North to inherit her mantle and have enough prestige and influence to hold the entire North together. After all, she was only eighteen years old, not married, and had no offspring. Once she died, the North faction, which had been built up by her power, prestige, and influence, would disappear like a castle on the beach.

Especially since the Brandelis family was almost extinct, once she died the entire family would cease to exist.

As for the side branches of the family? They might be eligible to inherit the title of Baron Brandlis passed down by Perfectcot's grandfather, but they had no chance of getting involved in Perfectcot's own title of Earl of the North.

This is also the biggest flaw of the North.

Originally, all of this was not a problem. After all, Perfect was only a teenager and she could still lead the North for at least a few decades, so no one was worried about this issue.

However, once someone sets his sights on her, or even plans to eliminate her by force, this flaw immediately becomes the most fatal weakness of the North.

It’s not that no one has thought of this before. There have been many attacks and assassinations against Perfectocet. It can even be said that this kind of thing has never stopped.

However, all of these were thwarted by the North's powerful security measures and armed forces. Many were even uprooted by the North's intelligence system and the Assassin's Brotherhood, along with the instigators behind them.

So over time, people from Perfectcot and the Northern faction gradually stopped caring about this. As long as they paid attention to security and ensured Perfectcot's safety, that was enough.

"Have they set their sights on me? These guys are really..." Perfect opened his eyes again and shook his head helplessly.

But at the same time, she also admired these people for being able to find the most critical point to break the deadlock.

Indeed, as long as she is dealt with, the dilemma the royalists are facing now will not be a problem at all.

Thinking of this, Perfect said to the old butler, "Grandpa Afu, go get the airship and my special train ready."

"Miss, do you still want to go?" Foster tried to persuade her again.

But Perfect just waved his hand and said, "Her Majesty has been very kind to me. Regardless of whether this news is true or false, I must go to Beloberg. So Grandpa Afu, you don't have to persuade me anymore.

But you don't have to worry, those people want to use this trick to plot against me, but they are not yet mature enough."

"Miss, since you said so, I ask to be allowed to go with you. I must personally ensure your safety no matter what." Perfect has her persistence, and Foster also has his own principles and bottom line.

Facing the old butler's insistence, Perfect didn't refuse. He nodded and said, "In that case, Grandpa Afu, go get your steam armor ready! It will be useful on this trip."

"Yes, miss." Foster took the order and left.

"It seems that the plan that I originally didn't want to carry out has been forced into this path by you." There was a hint of sadness in Perfectot's eyes.

Although all of this could be said to be her calculations and planning, when it really came to this point, she still felt helpless.

(End of this chapter)