Storm of Gods

Chapter 244 Hunting Club

Amosa slapped Sally so hard she spun around on the spot and landed on her bottom with a thud, her face immediately swelling up. "Playing around is fine, but when it's time to get down to business, you have to get down to business. What kind of time is this to be lusting after a few men? In a few days, your father will be the next one on the guillotine, and you're still acting like a slut here!"

Sally was shocked to hear this, and her face was full of grievance as she pouted, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

“The Marquis William’s position is a position of real power, and it has long been coveted. Sally, the Marquis is very cautious, but you are a lot of trouble. Don’t you think about it? How could those pets’ families dare to cause such a dangerous scene? They wouldn’t dare to do it if no one was directing them. Anthony is the first, but not the last. If the Marquis falls, you can forget about keeping pet dogs. You’ll be dealt with when the time comes.”

Sally, forgetting the pain in her face, quickly grabbed Amosa's leg, crying, "Your Highness, Your Highness, save me! I'm your woman!"

Amosa smiled slightly, helped Sally up, and the girl next to her immediately made way, gently stroking Sally's face and sighing softly, "I hit you because I care about you, otherwise, hmph."

Sally immediately flashed a charming smile. "Your Highness, that was well done. I'm very happy to be hit by Your Highness. I know Your Highness cares about me. What should I do? Should I have someone kill all those lowly people?"

"If only your brain were as big as your chest." Amosa gently stroked Sally's hair. "Take care of the pet, don't worry about anything else, especially watch what you eat. You're not getting any younger, it's time to do something productive."

"Your Highness, I will do anything you ask me to do." Sally lay obediently at Amosa's feet like a beautiful dog.

“Go and win over a man, win him over, and I think the Marquis will be very happy,” Amosa said with a smile.

"Who?" Sally's eyes lit up at the mention of a man.

“Didia of the Nasser family, I heard he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. Go and win him over, then bring him into the Hunter’s Guild,” Amosa said.

“Lei Juedidia?” Sally hesitated. “I’ve heard he’s not very interested in women; that kind of man is very unromantic.”

“Then you can go back and think about what to choose,” Amosa said.

"Are there any other choices? Are there any other men?"

"You can choose to have your head chopped off like Anthony, or be burned at the stake."

Sally shuddered. "I choose Didiah."

"Get up and eat. Someone will take care of everything for you," Amosa said, frowning as she looked at Sally's attire. "That kind of old-fashioned, conservative man won't like a free-spirited woman. You should tone it down."

“Your Highness, I’m the best at dealing with these virgins. Don’t be fooled by their cold exterior; they’re actually very soft and passionate inside. If we just use a little trick to pry open their shells, we’ll make them obedient to Your Highness.”

The Hunting Club was established by her, and only those with pure Heldan noble blood could join. Her idea was to create an organization that could maintain Heldan traditions. The ancestors of the Moncaleta royal family started out by hunting, hence the name of the Hunting Club. Nobles have always enjoyed diverse entertainment; otherwise, what's the point of living? They should defend the country and enjoy themselves. This has always been the way of things in Moncaleta from top to bottom. Her second uncle was incredibly hypocritical; the throne he seized was illegitimate and he needed all sorts of pretense to package himself.

He knew that the nobles did not truly acknowledge him, so he tried to eliminate his rivals through various means. Little did he know that this would only draw the nobles closer to his father.

Her close friends weren't entirely useless; she facilitated some of the marriages among the upper echelons of Heldan. Since they were all friends and bound by mutual interests, they could do whatever they wanted. After the death of Anthony, the Nasser family seemed to have become afraid and tried to please both sides, which was unacceptable.

The solution is simple: now their only direct heir is Didia. Once they take down Didia, they'll know which side to choose.

Of course, women alone are not enough. Excellent men are like wild horses that need to be tamed, especially someone like Didia. Sally was just an appetizer for him. There are plenty of ways to make him obedient later, just like Anthony. He was arrogant at first, but later he became as obedient as a dog. I just didn't expect him to lose control and do something stupid in the street. He deserves to die. The Hunting Society doesn't keep useless people.

After the brief incident, the atmosphere quickly became lively again. Fine wine and food were served, and everything was the same except for the absence of the usual male dog performances. Sally being slapped wasn't a big deal; in Heldan's younger generation, anyone who hadn't been beaten by Amosa wasn't considered upper class. Sally was about to do something big, and as a young and promising talent like Didia, her sisters were somewhat envious. After all, she was the heir to the Nasser family, and would soon be a duchess—a great promotion indeed. Despite the slap, Sally, having come to her senses, became even more respectful and cautious towards Amosa.

No one who joins the Hunter's Club dares to defy Amosa. No matter how stubborn they are at first, they eventually become obedient and enjoy this kind of life over time. Now, someone wants to destroy this life and even kill them; that person is their enemy.

Emosa, who had just returned to the manor after the second night's entertainment, tossed her bag to the maid, kicked off her shoes, and lazily lay down on the sofa. Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Prince Oliver, still awake, looked at the tipsy Emosa and sighed softly, "Having fun is fine, but drinking less will harm your health."

"Father, Father, let me tell you, I've devised a plan to take care of Didia. Hehe, that kid wanted to side with Aklis, but he was rejected. This is my chance to strike. I've prepared a gentle hellish meal for him. I want to see how he differs from Anthony." Amosa said smugly. "Father, aren't I amazing? I want to be queen!"

Oliver took the hangover tea from the maid and personally served it to Amosa. "You're too strong-willed. Actually, I know your second uncle well; he won't do anything to you."

“Father, people change. Even if he doesn’t, Hawke, although he pretends very well, I can see his disgust for me. I don’t want to be the one who gets sacrificed one day!” Suddenly, Amosa seemed to sober up, or perhaps she had never been drunk at all.

Oliver smiled slightly, "Then I'll try to live a few more years to help my little princess fulfill her wish."

“Uncle Boca is amazing! Father will definitely become a god and live forever!” Amosa said.

Amosa had absolute confidence in her father's abilities. Olivier had displayed extraordinary psychic talent from a young age, mastering hidden powers instantly—a rarity even in Montcareta, a place teeming with geniuses. This wasn't due to any boasting about his status, but rather because, as the heir, he had given up using divine relics to gain even stronger hidden powers, dedicating himself to the nation. However, his grandfather suddenly changed his mind, leading to several years of instability for the empire. Ultimately, however, the transition was successfully completed. Montcareta's national fortune was so strong that even such a contrary-to-traditional change managed to stabilize the situation.

Of course, Olivier's concessions also played a part. He accepted everything and began to cultivate hidden powers. However, it is best to accept most divine relics as early as possible. Even with talent, one must make up for missed opportunities many times over. This made his subsequent cultivation extremely difficult. Therefore, he tried many ways to recruit many hidden talents. Boca was once the sixth elder of the Gourmet Association, the most talented one. He was later expelled and taken in by Olivier. However, given the side effects of dark cuisine, Olivier refused. But he did not drive Boca away because he felt Boca's talent.

"Dark cuisine has its advantages, but it also has great drawbacks. Remember, this hidden power is just a tool. You can use it, but never try it yourself. Only in this way can you achieve your wish," Oliver cautioned.

The human heart is the most complex thing. The creation of the Hunter's Guild was easy, but the younger generation was unruly and the family was constantly wavering in its interests. Amosa's idea was good, but she couldn't control it at all. After she went home and cried, Olivier told her about the method. Of course, he strictly forbade her to eat it and told her that eating dark cuisine would only turn her into a puppet.

Amosa used to be somewhat curious and even tempted a few times, but after seeing the side effects of the terrible food, she would never touch it again.

For an extremely ambitious woman, she enjoyed the effects of her dark cuisine. The troublemakers in the Hunter's Guild were quickly subdued. Faith and knightly honor were no match for her. With the addition of desire and power, a close-knit community of interests was formed around her, ultimately giving her a powerful voice in the aristocratic circles. She was even more unscrupulous in the Academy, and Estella was not taken seriously by her.

"Don't worry, Father, I won't make such a low-level mistake. Even if I want to eat delicious food, I can go to the Gourmet Association." Estella laughed. "I think Second Uncle is doing quite well. It looks like he can hold on for a long time. Father, I can't wait any longer."

“Amosa, don’t worry. Your second uncle is having a harder time than me. The better things look on his face, the worse things are,” Oliver laughed. “He is still very capable in governing the country. Working a little longer will only help you accumulate wealth.”

Amosa pouted haughtily, "Thank you, Father, but I'm a little worried. Will Vladimir becoming a demigod make it difficult for Uncle to get through this?"

Oliver's predicament stemmed from missing the optimal time for cultivation, while Aura XVIII faced an even greater challenge because he had to suppress the growth of the divine relic within him. Yet, he was blessed by the gods and born into wealth. The problem then arose: as king, he could only have limited access to hidden powers, and the more he accessed them, the more dangerous it became, as it would violate the laws established by the supreme will. Either the kingdom would collapse, or Aura XVIII would die.

This was almost unsolvable, but Aura XVIII actually found a way.

By heavily relying on the School of Heavenly Principles, diminishing his divine favor, and even introducing the Hexbird Announcement, he aimed to limit the Nightwatchers' access. All of this was to control his power. Over the years, he successfully restrained the divine favor bestowed by the Earth Mother. Moreover, the nation did not experience any problems due to the reduction of his divine favor; in fact, he resolved some drawbacks and became even stronger. Even Olivier had to admit that this demonstrated great wisdom.

However, no method is perfect. The cardinals of the Mother Earth God's Church also understood why the king was doing this, so they were tolerating it to a limited extent. After all, it was the Sixth Age, and divine authority was limited and could not be used arbitrarily. But as Vladimir achieved the position of demigod, fierce divisions arose within the Church. This was caused by the "snatching of the Church's fortune." If the king's faith and stance were "shaken," would he still be worthy of being king?
“Silly child, your father’s life was a failure, but his greatest pride is having you. Making you happy is the meaning of my life. Don’t worry, your second uncle doesn’t have much time left. I actually hope he can struggle a little longer.” Oliver smiled as he looked at the red moon outside the window.

Amosa's eyes were filled with adoration. This was her father, the true king of Montaletta. He had always sacrificed for this country, so she was determined to reclaim everything that rightfully belonged to them for him!
(End of this chapter)