Storm of Gods

Chapter 205 The Princess Who Wanted to Be a Princess

After leaving the Order of the Church, since we weren't in a hurry, we took a ride in young Master Simmons' carriage to the Hexbird Society.

After this period of struggle, Hexbird Society has emerged from its slump and is now busier and more lively. The members are highly motivated and very proud that Hexbird Newspaper is on the side of justice. They work overtime without complaint and are full of fighting spirit. Everyone knows that tomorrow's weekly issue is the main event. The basic layout has been finalized, and working overtime is a must.

Upon Li Xin's arrival, he was immediately given a warm welcome by the editorial department. His "Utopia Grudges" would be another powerful weapon against the Herdan Daily. The editors were full of expectations after reading the new manuscript. However, they still had some concerns about certain details, so they needed to discuss them with Li Xin to see if they could improve or revise them.

At this point, everyone could no longer treat Li Xin as a novice. Li Xin had already shown the potential to become a great writer. Coupled with the high regard of the president of the Marxist Philosophy Society and Secretary Christie, Li Xin's reputation had unknowingly turned around. At first, everyone thought that this young man was a relative of the president, and some even said that he was Christie's kept man. In any case, he was not a respectable person. However, neither the president nor Christie had explained. Now, they were deeply ashamed of their shallowness. The president must have discovered this potential great writer, which was why Secretary Christie paid so much attention to him and kept a close eye on him personally.

Even when the King was making such a momentous decision, reader feedback continued to pour in, making these experienced and astute editors realize that once the weekly was published, it would elicit an even stronger response.

Li Xin was a sensible man; he believed that sharing happiness was better than enjoying it alone. He would fully consider everyone's thoughts and ensure that everyone felt involved. There weren't any major problems with the draft. Wu Su even brought out tomorrow's front-page draft for Li Xin to review, with the headline: "Long Live His Majesty, the Most Just King in the History of Montcareta."

"Brother Su, isn't this a bit too cheesy?" Li Xin stared blankly.

Usu smiled and said, "We think so too, but the key is not to be mushy, but to show His Majesty the King's wisdom and might."

Li Xin pondered for a moment, "How about making Montecrita great again?"

Wusu and the others were stunned for a moment, savoring the meaning. It has to be said that since the title praising the king has been used to death, His Majesty the king will definitely see it. Even if it is put up again, it probably won't make any sense.

“This is what I think: Your Majesty must have seen quite a few similar 'Long Live the Emperor' messages, but what does Your Majesty truly desire?” Li Xin said.

"This was used well; it was subtle yet powerful, and it also suits His Majesty's character. This is good, let's use this one!"

Then Li Xin learned the consequences of his loose tongue. He was surrounded by a group of people and made the final draft, which lasted until very late. ... It turned out that he was working overtime late at night for work.

After all that fuss, they discovered that the editor-in-chief and Christy were not there at all; they had other tasks. The reason they called Li Xin over was simply to ensure the success of tomorrow's weekly magazine.

It's all that damn owl's fault! I'll definitely pluck its feathers next time!

The moment Li Xin stepped out of Hexbird Society, he felt completely drained. He vowed never to talk back again. Oh no, he had to find a carriage so late at night. How awful. He hoped there was one near Hexbird Society.

When Li Xin saw that Simmons' carriage was still waiting outside the door, his eyes welled up with tears.

The coachman got out of the car. "Young Master Xin, where are you going next? The young master asked me to take you there."

At this moment, Li Xin's cold heart felt much warmer and more fulfilled. In the end, it was still the young master, as considerate as an eagle, who was so kind.

Back at the Carp Dragon Inn, the driver kindly opened the door and respectfully invited Li Xin to get out of the car. Old Fang was still setting up his stall and couldn't sleep at night either. He would wait for customers at the inn's entrance. Although the flow of people was small at this time, the proportion of customers would increase. Who wouldn't have some sad things to do if they were wandering around late at night? At this time, they would need to consult a fortune teller to find some solace in life.

However, upon seeing Li Xin alight from the magnificent carriage, Lao Fang knew that this deal was not going to be profitable.

Daenerys Targaryen didn't sleep either. As a boss, having boundless energy is a prerequisite, and in this regard, Daenerys is probably second to none. She gets up early, goes to bed late, and is full of energy. She keeps an eye on everyone in the inn and knows all sorts of random things. When needed, she has everything under control and no one can escape her grasp.

Before Li Xin even entered the courtyard, Daenerys Targaryen had already come out, still dressed in vibrant colors despite the late hour. "Oh, young master Xin, did young master Simmons bring you back?"

"No, I just hopped on his carriage. Daenerys, are you still awake so late?"

"How can I sleep alone on such a long and beautiful night? Young Master Xin, would you like to have a drink with me?" Daenerys extended a warm invitation, her sincerity tinged with anticipation.

"Ahem, Dragon Mom, I just got back from Bird Society and I still have to work overtime to finish my manuscript. Let Ma Liu drink with you. Ma Liu's drinking manners are the best I've ever seen." Li Xin staggered, feeling a little unsteady for some reason.

"Tch, that skinny monkey doesn't deserve to drink my unopened fine wine," Daenerys Targaryen said.

Li Xin's mind went blank for a moment, and he thought of something he shouldn't have. "Mother Dragon, I have to go back and get to work. I have to serve Master Simmons tomorrow. Oh, I'll tell him you miss him." "Oh dear, you're making me shy. Remember to be tactful when you express it; he's very reserved," Mother Dragon said with a smile. Mentioning Master Simmons diminished Li Xin's charm considerably. After all, neither David nor Li Xin could compare to the perfect Master Simmons.

I heard that young master Simmons is going to have a duel with some guy named Di. That fierce and ruthless guy actually dared to fight with the noble and pure young master Simmons. Daenerys learned a trick from Old Fang and will get a doll to take back and use as a voodoo doll.

The manor of the Great Sage King Oliver was also brightly lit. The cabinet appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, Nasser and other members of the old noble class were caught off guard in this round.

Although Anthony has a lot of flaws, he is very clear-headed. Even when he was imprisoned at the Undertaker's base, the messages he needed to send out were still delivered smoothly. As for Didia's visit to the prison, it was just for show. He was putting on a good show. He thought the king had already made concessions, but then this big reversal happened.

When it comes to what happened back then, there's no need for explanation. The king and the Tianli cult took advantage of the situation and did a lot of things. I never expected that they would add such a clause to the king's decree, which is equivalent to abolishing the nobles' privilege of immunity from death. The key point is that their target is nominally the royal family. If the royal family is like this, what are you nobles?
This tactic of hurting oneself before harming the enemy has been thoroughly mastered by King Aura XVIII over the past few years. In fact, members of the Nasser family and other powerful clans have been secretly discussing whether the king is out of his mind.

The party was drawing to a close, and Oliver listened patiently to the complaints of several dukes, while the crystal held a glass of vibrant red wine.

"This can't end here! Anthony can't have sacrificed himself in vain. We have to fight back!"

“Vladimir’s advancement to demigod status absorbed our destiny, the destiny of the kingdom, the destiny of the Earth Mother. If this continues, the threat will only grow. Should we ask the Holy See to intervene?”

“Old Zheng, the Vatican cannot interfere in the king’s affairs, and His Holiness the Pope is currently in seclusion praying for the country, so we cannot disturb him.”

Everyone actually expressed regret. If the Pope had been willing to step in, the situation would have been reversed immediately. The Pope's rank was not comparable to that of a newly promoted demigod. However, the stronger one's divinity, the more indifferent one becomes to worldly affairs. The Pope had not visited the mortal world for more than ten years.

Of course, the Pope wouldn't need to intervene. If the Cardinal of the Earth Mother were willing to represent the Vatican, Anthony wouldn't have died. However, everything happened too fast. Duke Nasser actually came to see the Great Sage King as soon as he heard the news, but the Great Sage King declined.

“No one can violate the laws established by the Supreme Will. If the Papacy intervenes this time, it will be tantamount to reigniting the conflict between divine and royal authority, violating the Supreme Will, and bringing unpredictable changes to the Papacy,” Oliver said. “In protecting our interests, we still have to rely on ourselves.”

“Your Highness, the School of Heavenly Principles is pressing us relentlessly. From the time of the Order of the Church, they have been determined to follow Luther’s example and carry out reforms, aiming to wipe us out and take our place.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. In the early days, they didn't really care. How could the Kingdom of Moncaleta be compared to a desolate place like Lilong? But with the development over the years, the School of Heavenly Principles and the Council of the Order had become rivals and a sharp blade in the king's hand. As Vladimir advanced to demigod, things became even more uncontrollable. With Anthony's death, the nobles' sense of crisis suddenly intensified.

"Your Highness, you are our pillar of strength. You must stand up for us! His Majesty has been bewitched by sorcerers. The kingdom's centuries-old foundation cannot be destroyed in their hands."

"Your Highness, the cabinet is now becoming a one-man show for the Heavenly Principle Demons. You must return to lead us."

"Yes, Your Highness, only you can save the kingdom now."

Oliver smiled gently and shook his head. "My second brother is a very good king. The people all think he is the greatest king in the history of Montcareta. I am just a prince with nothing to do. I will help everyone with whatever I can, but I will not get involved in state affairs. After all, I am not in a legitimate position."

Despite everyone's attempts to persuade him, Oliver refused, and the nobles could only leave with regret. However, some of them had already realized the problem.

The greatest king?
It's both ridiculous and arrogant. How many people who put themselves in such a precarious position end up well? Even if they are kings, so what?
If a weakness is exposed, they will attack it together and see how the king can withstand it.
After the nobles left, a faint smile appeared on Oliver's handsome face. Amosa walked in and said, "Father, why didn't you agree to their request? If you were to step down now, everyone would listen to you."

“Silly girl, they want me to be the vanguard,” Oliver smiled indulgently at his daughter. “My second brother is in the limelight right now, there’s no need to confront him head-on. He’s been holding back for so long and he’s about to lose it. Only at this moment will he truly understand the consequences of taking away someone else’s cake. Let these people feel a little more pain, and they will be more sober, and their counterattack will be more effective.”

"Father, I don't want to be a princess, I want to be a princess," Amosa said coquettishly, lying at Oliver's feet.

Oliver stroked Amosa's long hair. "It'll be soon. Give me a little more time, and you will not only be a princess, but also the first queen of Montcarette."

Luck is finite. While his younger brother inherited the throne, he also took away other things. Prince Oliver only had one daughter, and he not only raised Amosa as his heir from a young age, but also did not try to have more children like other nobles.

In contrast to Estella's situation, Amosa can do whatever she wants, travel around, and see the world. If anything happens, Olivier will help her handle it. Everyone in the Heldan noble circle knows that you can mock the princess, but you must never offend the princess. If you mock the princess and are right, the king will reward you, but if you offend the princess? Your whole family will be executed.

Amosa is indeed spoiled, but she is also truly hardworking. She wants to surpass Estella in every aspect, and she is determined to reclaim everything that her father deserves.

(End of this chapter)