Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1334 The Tyrant's Principles (Second Update)

The time difference between Oxfordshire and Latvia is only one hour. Following a schedule meticulously calculated to account for the time difference, Dinah led her team of armed maids through the corridors with movements precise to the second, then underwent a secret security check alone to enter her master's room. The master bedroom wasn't just a single bedroom and bathroom, but a gigantic room with a small living room. This was an idea proposed by the owner of the manor during renovations and expansions. Compared to facilities like laser anti-aircraft guns, underground hangars, underground garages, and nuclear bunkers, the problems with expanding the existing rooms only lay in how to reinforce them and maintain the Gothic style of the manor; a design plan and electrical layout could be produced in less than an hour.

Diana nimbly entered the small living room, skillfully placing her personal firearm in the armory. Then, she boiled the teapot she had prepared the night before, brewed three cups of black tea, and, carrying a tray, opened the oak door connecting to the living room. She subtly shoved aside a gray shorthair cat trying to squeeze in with her using her high heels before entering the actual bedroom. On the exquisitely crafted, enormous four-poster bed, two stunningly beautiful, tall women were still fast asleep. A smooth, flowing silk blanket cascaded down their backs, and the morning light filtering through the curtains made their skin almost translucent; they were clearly not yet fully recovered from their fatigue.

The owner of the manor opened his eyes the moment Diana entered the bedroom.

He carefully withdrew his arm from the witch's embrace and stood by the bed with ghostly lightness without waking anyone. This movement seemed perfectly natural for someone over two meters tall, after all, his control over his body and his skills in stealth were among the many lessons he had learned in the past.

He casually took the teacup Diana offered, downed the scalding hot tea in one gulp, then took a white bath towel and staggered into the bathroom to wash up. The android head maid was used to her master and the witch being naked; she witnessed it every morning. Sometimes their marathon pleasure would extend into the morning, forcing her to endure a long wait. After everyone was up, she was responsible for washing all the bedding to ensure nothing of the previous night's pleasure remained, so her master could continue enjoying himself the next night without worrying about a pile of unwashed sheets.

The Cheshire Cat's scratching at the door was quite annoying; no one knew why the cat had such a gruff voice. Before Diana could open the door and scold the ungrateful cat, the witch was awakened by the scratching and the sound of water in the bathroom. Bayonetta woke up first, while Jeanne, as always, lingered on the soft bed, lost in a sweet dream. "Today's schedule?" Bayonetta asked, not seeing Diana, knowing Diana would already be dressed in her maid's gown, gun and dagger at the foot of the bed, waiting. "Will he have lunch and dinner with us today?"

"Only dinner." Dinah tiptoed to serve the hot tea. Aside from the Royal Guard, only she possessed such highly confidential information as the Emperor's schedule. "In half an hour, Master will be going to Kamar-Taj."

"I understand." Bayonetta sat up, leaning against the pillows, and stretched like a big cat. Sometimes, Diana felt a little inferior in her presence because the witch's figure was simply too perfect. This unnatural beauty was unmatched even by the meticulously sculpted beauty of androids. It was difficult for ordinary people not to be mesmerized by the witch's beauty. There might be an element of extradimensional power involved, but that wasn't the whole story. In the blink of an eye, the witch finalized the entire day's schedule for the manor. "Prepare breakfast. Remember to reheat Jeanne's. How was Milia's sleep last night?"

"Very good." Diana took out a data panel and pulled up Milia's sleep data. "Aside from waking up once at 2 a.m., she spent 50% of her time in deep sleep. Miss Milia will be in good spirits today, and I will arrange appropriate training courses, including .22 pistol shooting training, swordsmanship training, and art appreciation."

"And there's the training for adapting to demonic weapons." Before Diana could object, Bayonetta continued, "No matter how much your master objects, Milia's education is ultimately in my hands. Milia's adaptation last time went quite well, so we can continue. She's destined to become a witch; how can she deserve that title if she can't use demonic weapons?"

"I object." Salomon dried his long hair with an absorbent towel, stepping onto the carpet, his body still damp. After Bayonetta clearly showed her anger, he turned and used a minor spell to dry the carpet, making it smooth and supple. "The power of the Obsidian of Absolute Spirit has already dropped to a dangerous level. If it continues to drop, it may not be able to maintain Milia's form in the material universe, just like when I was a child."

"Is the Shroud of Relic still there?"

"Except for the portion reserved as battle robes, yes."

"Then make her a monk's robe." Bayonetta waved her hand. "She should receive more rigorous training, instead of training with toy sponge swords like you. You spoil her too much; if she doesn't learn how to control the pain of injury, she will never learn to fight."

"There's no harm in training with sponge toy swords now. After all, close combat requires excellent distance judgment, and she still needs practice. But it's your decision, and I trust you can guarantee her safety." Salomon raised his hands in surrender, then gently kissed Bayonetta's shoulder. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, forcing him to kiss her. It wasn't until three minutes later that the witch seemed slightly satisfied. A panting Salomon straightened up and looked at the silent head maid beside him.

Diana remained unusually calm. She had witnessed the witch's power many times before, and she wouldn't immediately draw her weapon to retaliate as if her master had been attacked. Perhaps the Royal Guard would think so, but the Emperor didn't intend for them to be so close to his private life. The Royal Guard handled official business, and the android maids handled private business; they only cooperated in certain areas.

"How is my power armor ready for combat?"

"Hammurabi has completed the armor and weapons checks and is ready to don the armor. Which suit of armor do you intend to wear? Solid gold armor or portable armor?"

Hidden within the walls of the small living room was a complete set of robotic arms, primarily used to assist in donning powered armor. Otherwise, even a single armor plate would require two ordinary servants to exert their utmost strength, lest it fall and shatter an ordinary person's toes. The moment the emperor awoke, Hammurabi of the Royal Guard began his work, with pre-prepared ammunition boxes being loaded in batches onto the preheated engines of the assault boats, ready to await the emperor's boarding.

That dedicated Pegasus-class assault transport ship possessed formidable firepower and shields, and could appear anywhere in the world at any time, leaving behind a trail of ruins. Some considered the emperor an absolute tyrant, but undeniably, many were addicted to and eager to submit to this method and style of rule, as if the tyrant's blade and gun barrel would make them invincible, even if they knew the truth was far from it.

However, this will not happen today, because the emperor has already made his itinerary.

"Portable armor is enough. I hate neural probes," the Emperor said. "Have Hammurabi also send another suit of armor onto the assault transport ships, just in case."

"Who are you planning to kill today?"

"I won't kill anyone." The smile that had been on his face just seconds before vanished, and the emperor's expression turned icy. "At least not today."

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