Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1135 The Princess's Growth Diary (First Update)

"What's your plan?" Nakia asked. She paced anxiously around the room, glancing every now and then at the door T'Challa had left through. "Do you really want him to just walk right past and declare N'Jadakha's succession illegitimate? He'll probably be dead at N'Jadakha's hands before he even utters a word!"

"The descendants of Madam Sologon possess her steely spirit and resilient body."

"Don't try to fob me off with that. We all have the blood of the Fourth Dynasty flowing through our veins, and besides, I'm not asking you," Nakia retorted to a member of Dora Mirajane. She looked at Shuri, who sat silently to the side—Princess Shuri had fallen into a deep depression ever since T'Challa agreed to take the Heart-Shaped Herb. She sat in the corner, frowning, repeatedly going over her plan, calculating the chances of success, and whether the nobles who had submitted to N' Jadaka would now acknowledge the document's legitimacy. All of this depended on T'Challa taking the Heart-Shaped Herb and recovering.

After escaping Wakanda, Princess Shuri's thinking matured rapidly.

She had appealed to the nobles under her father's command for help, but all had refused, sparing her from arrest and delivery to the new king only because of her father's past favors. Now, another path lay before her: to use the genetically modified warriors on the Wakanda border to orchestrate this coup. According to the Fire Knights' platoon leader, nicknamed "The Executioner," the Fire Knights had always been prepared for war. If she sought the Latvinian Emperor's assistance, she could resolve the issue quickly and reclaim her brother's throne.

However, Shuri reluctantly recalled the Latvinian Emperor's warning. Even if she agreed to cede more benefits to gain more support from Latvinia, she couldn't decide whether to drag Wakanda into a quagmire of brutal war—more precisely, she feared the outcome of the war would differ from her expectations. She worried that the decision she was making now might be one she would regret for the rest of her life; she feared that she would be placing not the name of the Black Panther, filled with praise and gold, but a throne made of pus, entrails, and charred bones upon her brother.

"Are you planning to trust those genetically modified killing machines?"

“Central Command won’t obey T’Challa’s orders, even if we produce that document. They only obey those in black panther suits. Contact the Hell Knights and have them tell the Emperor of Latvinia that we agree to their terms. Have the agents deliver the new contract; I will sign it on behalf of the Royal Family, granting Latvinia an industrial noble status.” Su Rui closed her eyes, exhaling as if releasing all her strength. She raised her hand to stop the others from speaking. “Don’t argue with me, Nakia. We need an army to fight N’Jadakar. If he orders the army to arrest and fight us, the army will obey, even if my father’s prestige could make them refuse. These war dogs and Dora Mirajane here can’t dethrone N’Jadakar—you can’t. N’Tomo (the Royal Champion, whose duties are similar to a ceremonial guard but require strong hand-to-hand combat skills) is also imprisoned; he’s even less likely to do so. Or do you expect my imprisoned mother to do it?”

Princess Su Rui's words left everyone present speechless.

"I know I might regret this decision today. I know the Fire Knights are genetically modified killing machines. I know this decision will likely result in the bloodshed of countless innocent people. But that's a matter for the future, provided we live to see the day we regret it." Princess Shuri stood up, facing the Wakandans she led. "In the name of the previous King T'Chaka, I demand that you uphold your oaths and carry out your orders to maintain the legitimacy and rule of the Black Panther throne. Can you do it?"

She glanced around, and all the Wakandans who had previously expressed objections bowed their heads before her, including Nakia.

Shuri breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not show it on her face. Before this, she hadn't been confident she could persuade the war dogs and Dora Mirajane. Especially Nakia, a noblewoman who had joined the war dogs and was in love with the crown prince. Before this, she had always acted like another princess in the palace, as everyone assumed she would become the future queen. But not anymore. Nakia had betrayed her father, escaping with the war dogs from the palace because her father had been indifferent to T'Challa being thrown off Warrior's Falls—at the time, most nobles believed that N'Jadaka's right to succession was perfectly legitimate, and that the gladiatorial contests, though cruel, were still legal. Nakia knew that the document Princess Shuri was about to receive wouldn't completely negate N'Jadaka's right to succession; there would still be people on N'Jadaka's side. And they didn't have time to deal with the infighting and wasting time dealing with the tribal councils; that would only lead to N'Jadaka arresting them all and throwing them in prison.

She looked towards the door through which T'Challa had been carried away by the Jabari tribe. A fragmented thought, with its rough edges, squeezed into her mind, pressing against her brain like a real object, giving her an unbearable headache—she had to prepare for the worst. "Hopefully, M'Baku didn't use up all the heart-shaped herbs," she whispered. "We need to be more prepared."

"That's amazing. Perhaps Su Rui is the most talented one." Bastet stood on tiptoe with great interest, sniffing around Su Rui's face. The gold tassel anklets and toe rings made a soft rubbing sound as they dragged across the floor, and the ruby ​​and gold leg rings on her light brown, muscular thighs glittered in the candlelight. She was filled with the curiosity of discovering a gift, like an empty box placed in front of a cat, tempting her to jump in without hesitation.

"She might have even more talent than Klangka. See, I can do it even if you don't agree."

Emperor Latvian shook his head with a cold laugh, pushed open the door, and stepped into the snowstorm, leaving behind this spiritual world behind the veil of reality.

"He left? When?"

The servant shook his head, unable to answer the new king's question.

En Jadaka pondered for a moment with a serious expression, completely ignoring the tribal nobles who were still talking in generalities.

Cross-testimonies from the servants indicated that none of them saw Emperor Latvinia and his royal guards leave the palace. Even the four-meter-tall, tens-of-tons-heavy combat robots vanished in the blink of an eye, like dew under the blazing sun, leaving no trace except for the marble tiles crushed by their mechanical legs—no one with a modicum of sense could believe such a thing. En Jadaka keenly realized that his control over the court wasn't as strong as he thought, but Latvinia, according to the news, possessed teleportation technology and could do just that. He followed tradition, promoting a royal champion and selecting outstanding members from the army to fill the War Dog organization. Since the all-female elite bodyguard group, including Dora Mirajane, had all deserted, En Jadaka could only continue tradition, reorganizing them by selecting trained noblewomen from the tribal nobility. However, he still couldn't understand why Emperor Latvinia had suddenly left, until he remembered what the emperor had told him.

"This is business. For me, I need Wakanda to offer Latvinia more benefits. As for who sits on the throne, I don't care," the Emperor said meaningfully. "You've served in Afghanistan, so you know what I mean, and vice versa."

"Are you threatening me?" En Jadaka narrowed his eyes. "Threatening a king?"

"That's right, I'm threatening you because I can do it." The Emperor slapped his thigh. "This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If you want to open Wakanda up, this is the reality you'll soon face. I never lie to fools, so I'll tell you the truth. So, have you thought it through?"

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