My queen is rebelling!

Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman with an extraordinary aura, Cohen's eyes suddenly blazed with desire.

At the same time, an uncontrollable impulse surged within him—to make her kneel before him!

Conquering a woman like this would be truly pleasurable!

Grace, of course, had no idea of Cohen's dirty thoughts. She said in a deep voice:

"I do have reliable sources of information… Forget it, we're in the same boat now. I won't hide it from you. Sazo planted a maid by my side."

"In addition, there will be a 'Elite-level' army of two thousand participating. This army has secretly disguised itself and entered the guard teams of two principalities called 'Holy Oak Principality' and 'Silver Frost Principality.'"

Holy Oak Principality, Silver Frost Principality!

Cohen's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect Sazo's reach to extend so far, planting people in the Holy Oak Principality and Silver Frost Principality as well. This was beyond his expectations.

And ten Ninth-tiers, five Half-Step Legends, and three Legends.

Cohen's eyes suddenly shone with a burning light. If he could keep all these people in Florence, it would definitely be a heavy blow to Sazo!

Even with his vast wealth, two thousand "Elite-level" troops, plus so many Ninth-tiers and Legends, would be enough to hurt him deeply.

Seeing the emotion in Cohen's eyes, Grace's breathing involuntarily paused.

The reason she said this was mostly to test Cohen, to see if he still had the courage to join forces with her after knowing such a powerful opponent.

Cohen's reaction surprised and delighted her, and an unusual feeling arose in her heart—

Truly, he is a man who can "summon gods". He truly makes this sister look at him with new eyes!

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Grace:

"What does Your Highness mean?"

Grace licked her lips, revealing a captivating charm, and said in a low voice:

"I can't openly oppose him. After all, we are both royals of the Eastern Empire. No matter how much we fight internally, we can't work against our own."

"However, I can provide you with a Saint-level helper, of course, in your name, under your command."

"However, the risk is a bit high, and it may have some impact on your image. Do you dare to accept it?"

A Saint-level helper!

The risk is a bit high?

It seems it's not from the Eastern Empire!

Interesting. This should be one of Grace's secret cards.

Cohen's curiosity was piqued, and he asked:

"Who is it?"

Grace softly spoke a name.

Upon hearing the name, Cohen's pupils shrank, his eyes becoming very bright as he stared at Grace's face and said:

"Your Highness, you dare to use something like that. You truly haven't shamed the demon bloodline flowing through your veins!"

Grace's expression suddenly became intriguing, and she said softly:

"You actually know about it?

If you were just the Child of Prophecy, you wouldn't know it so clearly. What is your relationship with Cobalt Soul Academy?"

Cohen chuckled and didn't answer. Instead, he asked:

"Your Highness, I'm very curious, what method do you have to make it obey orders?"

Grace smiled charmingly and said:

"It's very simple, because I raised it!"

Cohen's mouth opened slightly, and he quickly realized something, nodding thoughtfully:

"A reincarnation ritual?

In that case, it's possible. Your Highness is truly lucky!"

Because of Cohen's words, Grace's gaze locked onto his face again, and she said:

"I really want to open your head and see what's inside. How do you know everything?"

Cohen gave a dry laugh and said:

"Thank you for providing this powerful assistance, Your Highness!

I owe you one.

However… just one Saint-level combatant isn't enough to make Sazo's people suffer."

Grace was taken aback and asked:

"How is that possible?

That's a Saint! Among the people Sazo sent this time, there are no Saint-level combatants. As long as you use it properly, you can completely leave all the people Sazo brought behind."

Cohen chuckled and said slowly:

"Since Your Highness is so candid, then I won't hide anything either. I also have a piece of information about your Eastern Empire to share with Your Highness!"

Cohen paused, his tone becoming stronger:

"Your Highness, your third uncle, Quentin Tang, who is the envoy stationed in the Charter Alliance Organization, is your cousin, Sazo Tang's loyal supporter!

To put it bluntly, he has already taken Sazo Tang's side in the battle for the throne!"

Hearing this, Grace's beautiful eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. She stood up and approached Cohen a few steps, saying:

"Impossible, how could Third Uncle side with Sazo?"

Cohen's expression remained unchanged, gently inhaling Grace's fragrance, and said:

"I have no need to deceive Your Highness.

Please, Your Highness, carefully recall whether some of your actions abroad have often been inexplicably interfered with and hindered?

Have your intelligence personnel sent to various parts of the continent often mysteriously disappeared?

Also, Your Highness, aren't you curious about what Sazo relies on to support his huge power and armed forces in the battle for the throne?

Sazo doesn't have your 'Flaming Lips' Chamber of Commerce to support him, where does his money come from!"

Cohen's voice floated into Grace's ears, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds:

"If I'm not mistaken, your third uncle, Prince Quentin Tang, also has shares in Your Highness's 'Flaming Lips' Chamber of Commerce, right!"

Grace's exquisite face suddenly turned pale.

Cohen was right, she did give Prince Quentin shares in "Flaming Lips," which was also Grace's way of trying to win Quentin over.

But Grace never expected that her third uncle, who had always appeared harmless, had already become Sazo's man!

Quentin Tang's siding with Sazo was too much of a blow to her.

Grace bit her lip tightly, clenching her jade hands, her eyes filled with a few traces of tears.

Looking at Grace's tearful appearance, Cohen was slightly surprised, thinking, 'It can't be, right? Where did Your Highness's domineering queen image from just now go?'

"Isn't he just an ordinary elder?"

Grace quickly adjusted her emotions, her voice low:

"Please forgive my lapse in decorum, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty also knows my background. Because of the succubus bloodline in my body, I was often treated coldly and bullied when I was young. Third Uncle was one of the few elders who treated me very well.

But it's okay, I can adjust myself."

A thoughtful look appeared in Cohen's eyes. So that's how it is, no wonder.

His voice contained a few more words of comfort:

"Your Highness doesn't need to take it too much to heart. People's hearts are like water, they are always changing.

After all, discerning people can see that you don't really have any advantage in the confrontation with Sazo.

If I were Quentin, I would most likely side with your cousin."

Grace was so angry that she laughed, unable to help but lightly curve her red lips:

"What kind of consolation is that?"

Cohen said seriously:

"I'm stating a fact. Your Highness is actually clear in your own heart that, apart from a 'Flaming Lips' Chamber of Commerce with an extraordinary ability to attract money and a face that can captivate all beings, you don't seem to have anything else to offer.

As for the Saint-level helper you mentioned, it's also impossible for them to openly stand on your side.

The essence of this battle for the throne has already been decided. It's just a matter of what kind of ending Your Highness can secure for herself.

Although the truth may be hurtful, in my opinion, the best ending for Your Highness is to be made into a delicate gift by Sazo, who successfully inherits the throne, and sent to a certain country as a marriage partner."

Cohen deeply understood the golden rule of transactions: first, you must severely depreciate the value of the goods before you can gain an advantage in the negotiation.

Grace bit her pearly teeth, glaring fiercely at Cohen, and said:

"Are you also thinking of saying that it would be even better if this marriage partner was King Effie?"

Cohen's expression did not change, and he looked at Grace frankly, saying:

"As Your Highness can see, I do not lack beautiful women by my side.

Compared to carnal pleasure and satisfaction, I am more interested in personally supporting a future empress!

If Cyanis can sit on the throne, then Your Highness can naturally sit on it as well!"

Cohen secretly added in his heart that conquering an imperial princess was naturally not as satisfying as conquering an imperial empress!

A fiery and firm light suddenly burst out in Grace's eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky being instantly ignited.

Cohen's words struck a chord in Grace's heart.

The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time. Grace slowly came to Cohen's face, her expression becoming cold and stern, her bewitching pupils flashing with a soul-stirring light.

Her voice was no longer as charming as before, filled with determination and firmness:

"Cohen Corleone, I need your clear statement!"

Cohen's expression became solemn, his right hand on his chest, bowing slightly, his tone almost a vow:

"As long as Your Highness is willing to repay me with loyalty.

I am willing to dedicate my wisdom and courage entirely to your great cause of seizing the throne!"

Grace also leaned forward, extending her slender jade hand, gently raising Cohen's chin, her sharp gaze almost piercing through Cohen's pupils:

"As you said, from this moment on, we are one, sharing life and death, honor and disgrace!

Let a blood oath be our proof!"

With that, she reached out her hand to Cohen to signal.

Cohen casually took out a dagger from his arms and handed it to Grace. Grace held the dagger and cut her fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood floated in the air.

Cohen followed suit, putting the dagger back on his waist after he was done.

Two drops of blood merged together, and then Grace chanted a spell, like a low murmur from the depths of hell.

As the spell was chanted, Grace suddenly emitted several times more shocking charm than before.

Her already fair skin shone dazzlingly, faintly revealing a layer of enchanting luster, and her emerald eyes seemed to have been enchanted, with mysterious flames gently dancing.

Between the flowing of her eyes, it was as if strands of affection were entwined.

Her originally pink and tender lips became fuller and more alluring in color.

In the center of her smooth forehead, a small red diamond-shaped mark slowly emerged, emitting a faint light, like a mysterious seal from hell, or more like a bewitching embellishment that could hook people's souls.

Her originally rounded ear tips gradually sharpened, peeking out from her hair. A pair of uniquely designed ruby earrings hung from her earlobes, shimmering with an alluring blood-red light.

Noble bloodline from the depths of hell!

Grace in this state was simply a walking, talking source of female hormones. If Cohen's willpower hadn't reached its peak, he wouldn't have been able to resist this astonishing charm that surpassed human comprehension.

Seeing Cohen's still calm expression, Grace's full lips curved slightly upward, her mouth hinting at a smile, as if concealing endless secrets and temptations.

Two drops of blood floating in the air merged into a beam of light, which was then cast into the diamond-shaped mark on Grace's forehead.

Cohen watched the scene unfolding before him, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and muttered to himself:

"Hell Blood Pact?

Has Her Highness's demonic bloodline become so concentrated? I'm very curious, what will Her Highness's demonic form look like?

Will she have succubus horns and a tail?"

Grace's aura slowly subsided, pretending not to hear Cohen's soft muttering.

Saying he wanted to see a beautiful girl's demonic form right in front of her... If Grace wasn't considering the fact that she had just signed a blood pact with him, she would have thrown him out the door.

After signing the blood pact, the relationship between the two became noticeably closer.

Grace steadied her mind and said in a deep voice:

"In addition to that Saint-level helper, I can also mobilize five Legendary-tier individuals, and about twenty Ninth-tier and Half-Step Legendary individuals.

As for the army, I only have a personal guard of about five hundred people, with 'Elite' level strength.

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Besides that, there's eighty percent of the shares of the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild, as well as some real estate, estates, land, and other fixed assets within the empire.

Yes, that's all I have."

Cohen sighed and said:

"To be honest, besides the money, your power is probably less than one-fifth of Xiazuo's.

It's truly been difficult for you to fight him for so long."

A hint of sadness appeared at the corner of Grace's mouth, and she said:

"Many of the great nobles in the country are either wary of my succubus origins, or simply covet my body. Very few are willing to genuinely support me.

Even the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild, which has given me the greatest support, was initially established with Isa's help."

As she spoke, Grace took out several gold glittering cards and said:

"These are all the liquid funds I have on me. Be frugal with them for now. The remaining majority of the assets are in the Eastern Region Empire.

After you're done with Aefine's affairs, come back to the Eastern Region Empire with me, and I'll transfer half of the shares to you."

Cohen unceremoniously accepted the gold cards. Now that they were bound by a blood pact, their fortunes were intertwined. Grace's money was his money.

He was indeed short of money right now. Before the inter-racial trade route in cooperation with the "Pale Wings" officially started operating, his financial gap was still quite large.

In addition, once the turmoil in Florence was over, it would be time to start building Aefine and engage in a large-scale arms race.

He still had to expand outward, expand the army, and create more divine and demonic equipment. The more money he had, the better, of course.

Cohen said:

"Continuing what we were saying, since your Third Uncle is here, then the people sent by Xiazuo must be more than just three Legendaries. Tell me, which Saint in your Eastern Region Empire is closest to Quentin?"

Grace frowned and thought for a while, then slowly spoke a name.

After Cohen heard it, he nodded, a cold light appearing in his eyes:

"I understand. I will do my best to keep this Saint in Aefine!"

Grace didn't know where Cohen's confidence came from. It had been thousands of years since a Saint had fallen on the Demon Tide Continent.

However, looking at Cohen's firm eyes, Grace actually inexplicably believed his words.

With the matters discussed, Grace waved her hand and said:

"You can leave now. If you stay in my room for too long, a certain elf will get jealous."

With that, she lightly waved her jade hand, and Cohen was swept out the door by a red whirlwind.

Back in the living room, Cohen steadied himself. Before he could make any movements, Mephis had already walked out of the room.

The elegant musician's face also flashed with a strange expression. After a long silence, she parted her red lips slightly:

"Lord Commander's identity is truly surprising. No wonder you painstakingly plotted against that Third Prince back in the Kingdom of Ceylon.

I should have realized it sooner."

Cohen replied with a smile:

"It's not too late now."

Mephis also returned a gentle smile, her gaze lingering on Cohen's face for a long time, as if trying to memorize it.

Then, as she turned her gaze away, she casually glanced and suddenly saw a very familiar item on Cohen's body.

A dagger!

In an instant, the expression on Mephis's face froze. She stared incredulously at the dagger hanging from Cohen's waist.

Cohen was originally considering how to communicate with Mephis, but when he saw the other party suddenly staring unblinkingly at his waist, he was secretly puzzled.

But when his hand touched a hard object on his waist, he suddenly woke up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Bad!

The dagger that was casually taken out when forming the blood pact with Grace... was the one Melantha had given him before!

Cohen's heart skipped a beat. He quickly retrieved the dagger into the "Eternal Heart", and looked at Mephis without changing his expression, his tone the same as usual:

"What's wrong, Miss Mephis? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mephis slowly retracted her gaze, her pupils flashing with a murderous look, staring fixedly at Cohen's face.

Cohen's heart sank. He was done for. He had been seen through.

May I ask, what should I do if I'm caught by my girlfriend's sister while cheating on her?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent.

The air became stagnant. After a long while, Mephis turned around and went into the room, while throwing Cohen a sentence that was so cold that it lacked any warmth:

"Lord Commander, please come in with me. I have something to say to you."

Hearing Mephis speak to him in a cold tone that he had never heard before, Cohen felt a chill run down his spine. Even if Melantha hadn't told him the true meaning of this dagger, he could roughly guess it.

It was probably something like a love token. As Melantha's twin sister, Mephis must know the significance of this item to her sister.

He had just been entangled with Winsarde in the living room for half a day, and now Mephis had found out that he had also gotten involved with her sister. Cohen only felt that Mephis's room was now a deep abyss that devoured people.

Just as Cohen was hesitating, a clear piano sound came from inside the room. Cohen clearly felt Mephis's immense anger from the piano sound.

Cohen sighed. Oh well, she would find out sooner or later anyway.

Now that he had been discovered, he should face it calmly. It could be considered meeting the parents in advance.

Cohen bit the bullet and walked into Mephis's room.

As soon as he entered, the room door was instantly closed. Immediately following was a melodious and pleasant piano sound. Magic flowed, forming a musical barrier inside the room.

Mephis's cold voice sounded in Cohen's ear:

"Lord Commander, can you tell me where you got the dagger on your waist just now?"

Cohen looked at Mephis with a peaceful gaze and said:

"A girl gave it to me."

Mephis came to Cohen and stared into his eyes:

"Who is this girl?"

Cohen did not avoid Mephis's gaze at all and said calmly:

"Melantha, Melantha Tinuviel.

Yes, that is Miss Mephis's twin sister."

Mephis couldn't help but cover her chest due to the intense emotional fluctuations. Her delicate body trembled, showing no semblance of a Half-Step Legendary transcendent.

Cohen wanted to reach out to help her, but Mephis stepped back to avoid him, and said coldly:

"What, after playing with the younger sister, you want to play with the older sister too?

Does playing with a pair of twin sisters make you men feel especially accomplished?"

Cohen's expression froze, and he said in a low voice:

"You misunderstood. I never thought of it that way. What I have with Melantha is not what you imagine."

Mephis sneered and questioned:

"Did you already know my true identity?"

Cohen replied in a deep voice:

"I didn't mean to deliberately hide it from you. That's right, when you told me your real name, I knew that you were one of the three Golden-tiers under the Witch Her Excellency."

Mephis took a deep breath, suppressed the agitation in her heart, and continued to ask:

"What about my sister then?"

Cohen said softly:

"There's something you may not know. Your sister Melantha once experienced a crisis of life and death!"

Hearing this, Mephis was suddenly shocked. She couldn't care less about being angry at Cohen, and asked anxiously:

"Crisis of life and death?

What happened? When did it happen?"

Cohen slowly told Mephis about what happened before, when Melantha was anxious to break through to Half-Step Legendary, and after taking the magic potion, she fell into the "Realm of Truth".

Previously, the witch Belmodey and Melantha didn't tell her about this matter in order to prevent Mephis from worrying.

Now, in order to prove his innocence, Cohen had no choice but to confess to Mephis.

After Mephis heard this, she clenched her jade hands tightly, her eyes filled with both heartache and resentment, and she cursed in a low voice:

"That disobedient little girl, she really deserves a beating!"

Immediately, the gaze she cast towards Cohen had lost much of its coldness, and she asked:

"So, you saved my sister?"

Cohen coughed lightly:

"It was just a small effort."

Then, he told Mephis about how he entered Melantha's Realm of Truth and rescued her, of course omitting the parts about their true identities.

Cohen felt that it would be better for Melantha to tell her sister about this matter herself.

After listening to Cohen's narration, the coldness on Mephis's face had disappeared for the most part.

Although Cohen didn't say it in so much detail, Mephis could also hear from it how dangerous the situation was at the time. If it weren't for Cohen, her sister might have died.