Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Ironically, because of Reed's amnesia, the King in the North was unable to learn more about the Deeppool. He seemed to regard Reed as the last remaining member of the Drak bloodline and his own daughter, and promoted her throughout the North.

This gave her an advantage. She and Reed looked almost identical, with subtle differences that were difficult to distinguish except by those who knew them very well. As a result, she was able to openly operate in the northern border of Victoria under the identity of "Daughter of the King of the North," and Deeppool's underground influence grew day by day.

Finally, she found a suitable pawn and took the first step in overthrowing Aslan's rule.

Smiling, she looked at the ridiculous pawn before her, blinded by the illusion of the "Regent Duke's unlimited power," who thought he had the "Reeds" under his control. The girl of Draco's blood, the leader of the Deeppool, and codenamed "Celtic" (an ancient racial name), gently reached out and stroked the Earl of Princeton's forehead as if bestowing a royal favor.

"Thank you so much for your help. Once I defeat the false enemy and restore the rightful King of the North, the Duke of Norfolk will be yours!"

The Earl of Princeton nodded excitedly.

He was unaware that, in the Celtic plan, the Duke of Norfolk's final resting place was a cemetery.

Chapter 71 My sister and brother look so alike!

Victoria, ? ? ?, the secret room.

Celtic watched as the Earl of Princeton disappeared from the view of the secret chamber, then activated the mechanism, closing the stone door leading to the chamber.

She took off her hood, removed her scarf, untied the cloth binding her two corners, shook her hair which was radiating heat from being stuffy, and tugged at the chest of her ill-fitting clothes to cool herself down.

Drak can control flames, but that doesn't mean they aren't afraid of the heat. Wearing such thick, stuffy clothes in the middle of summer would make you feel hot too.

Moreover, he also had to be wary of the slight "differences" between himself and the reeds, lest his identity be accidentally exposed.

She glanced at the reeds, who were also slowly unmasking themselves, especially at their chests, sighed softly, and shook her head helplessly.

If they were about the same size, her sister would be the perfect substitute, but unfortunately, the difference is just too great.

"elder sister."

Reed clutched the silk cloth that had somehow become a tight knot at the corner of her head, opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Celt, calling out in a stammering voice.

"I told you, call me Your Majesty."

Celtic emphasized helplessly, stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and tried with difficulty to untangle the knot.

Then, realizing he couldn't untie it either, he became enraged and burned the silk cloth.

Reed thanked Celt gratefully, but quickly frowned and asked:

"I understand, sister. But sister, why should we rebel?"

Celt's forehead veins throbbed as he emphasized again, "Call me Your Majesty."

She replied solemnly, "To reclaim the throne!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Cao immediately became anxious, grabbing Celt's shoulders and shaking him while saying:

"But isn't the throne supposed to be Brother Wayne's?"

Another vein popped out on Celtic's head, and his head throbbed with pain.

So you call me "sister" with such hesitation, but you call that stinky lion brother so easily?

I'm jealous.

Oh no, I'm focusing on the wrong thing.

Celt pressed down on Reed's shoulder and said righteously:

“Sister, listen to me. Aslan is not your relative; they are our enemies! We Drak are the true rulers of this land. Victoria's current status is largely due to the contributions of our Drak people. Aslan, on the other hand, are a group of invaders. They landed in the south, invaded all the way to the north, plundered our land, assimilated our people, and forced our ancestors to sign a so-called treaty of equal competition for the throne. But the throne was ours from the beginning, so why should we compete with others? You have read the Drak history books; don't you remember the scene of our ancestors dying in tears after their defeat? Now, as descendants of the Drak, we must consider whether this is our only chance in this life to restore the glory of the Drak. It is our duty, do you understand?”

Reed blinked, lowered its head and thought for a long time, then raised its head:

"I didn't understand."

Celtic: "...Then I'll just say a few words, which means stop thinking about your brother Wayne, he's a bad guy."

“No!” Wei Cao frowned and retorted angrily, “Father is always away fighting wars, and I only see him a few times a year. During this time, it’s always Brother Wayne who’s with me. Whether it’s going to the countryside for a spring outing or going to a banquet for a delicious meal, Brother Wayne has never abandoned me!”

The reed repeated firmly:

"You're not allowed to say he's not my brother!"

Celtic was getting a little angry too, and put his hands on his hips, saying, "He's not!"

"And you're not allowed to speak ill of his father!"

"Aslan's King of the North is not your father!"

"Waaah, then you're not my sister either!"

"I was never..."

Celtic blurted it out, only to realize a second later that he had almost misspoke. He turned and glared at the angry Reed, the veins on his forehead practically bulging out like a symphony.

"I'm your sister!"

After saying this, Celtic let out a long sigh, filled with helplessness.

That wretched Aslan, that wretched Wayne, I don't know what kind of spell they cast on my sister, she's completely beyond redemption.

There was no other way; Celtic really couldn't handle his younger sister. She still needed her identity as Reed, and he couldn't afford to completely provoke her. He could only promise:

"Alright then, I promise you. After I conquer Lentinium, I will give him two choices: either he can get out of Victoria on his own and live in anonymity and never come back, or he can continue to be your brother and be raised by you."

"Raise him?" Reed tilted her head in confusion. "But Father wants my brother to marry me."

Celtic: "Cough cough cough... Huh?"

The girl from Drak felt as if a high-energy stone worm had entered her brain, leaving it blank. She asked:

"What do you mean? He's your brother!"

"Didn't you just say that wasn't true?"

"I....."

Celtic stared in astonishment at his seemingly innocent-looking younger sister, momentarily unable to discern whether she was genuinely naive or feigning ignorance, innocent or cunning.

"What I mean is, in the King of the North's eyes, isn't he your brother? How could he make such a request?"

“He said I was Draco, and Wayne was Aslan, and that as long as we were together, some problem that had been bothering Victoria for years could be solved.”

Reed recalled, nodding with a relaxed expression.

"But I don't really care. I'm quite happy to be with Wayne."

Celt instantly understood what the King of the North was planning.

Indeed, if Reed were to marry Wayne, then, not to mention Wayne, at least their child, an heir with a mix of red dragon and lion blood, would become the true ruler of Victoria. At that time, even if she wanted to claim Drak's right to the throne and vie for the crown, she would certainly be no match for the "King of Destiny," who possessed a powerful claim upon a powerful claim.

What a clever scheme, you despicable Aslan. I wondered why the King in the North would be so kind as to take Reed in; turns out he had already planned to use her as a pawn and a tool for his own purposes?

Unfortunately, he was assassinated by other unknown assassins, otherwise Celt swore he would personally take the life of the Lion King of the North!

"You agreed?" Celtic said coldly.

The reeds nodded.

"And what about your brother Wayne?"

Wei Cao's face darkened slightly, and she shook her head, saying:

"He refused, and even had a big argument with his father about it."

Wayne actually refused?

This surprised Celt greatly. Why would these power-hungry Aslans refuse such a good offer? She asked curiously:

"why?"

Wei Cao pursed her lips: "He said I'm his sister, not Father's pawn, and it's not Father's place to interfere in my life, since he's never acted like a father to me... I don't think he should talk to Father like that. Father is still... always thinking about Brother Wayne. What do you think?"

Reed turned her gaze toward Celt, but unusually, the usually assertive Celt, who called herself queen, turned her head away, avoiding Reed's gaze that was seeking approval.

Because she thought Wayne was right.

Tsk. I can't let Reed know that I've acknowledged Aslan's words, or she'll start having some unrealistic hopes again.

Furthermore, it cannot be ruled out that Wayne said this in collusion with the King of the North, with one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, deliberately putting on an act to lull Reeds into a false sense of security.

But in any case, Celtic's attitude toward Wayne changed slightly, she felt it was only a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit.

Celt took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at the reeds haughtily, saying:

“I will give him these two choices. Either he insists on being an Aslan and leaves Victoria, never to return, just like that weak Edward Atrias back then. Or he chooses to abandon his Aslan identity and become your brother, in which case I can reluctantly agree to him staying by your side. As for marriage…”

Celtic said seriously,

"No one can force you to marry me before I agree to it! Understand?"

The voice was a bit loud, and the reed shrank its neck in fear, replying:

"it is good."

She muttered to herself:

"My sister and brother look so alike."

Celtic frowned, too lazy to argue with Reed, and turned his face away, pretending not to hear.

“It’s time to go,” she said. “We also need to prepare to take over those noble offspring of Lontinim. This time, we’ve specially sent top-tier Originium mage trained in Deeppool to exploit the weaknesses of the steam armor. I believe that soon we will be able to obtain the leverage to shake the foundation of Aslan’s rule—the nobles’ weakness.”

..........

Victoria, in the North, outside the Earldom of Princeton.

One of the leverages the Celts were referring to, and the biggest one at that, was Wayne, who was currently in a daze.

He watched as the patrolling soldiers brushed past him, greeting him with smiles and saluting, and fell into thought.

"Are these rebels out of their minds?"

Chapter Seventy-Two Liu Weien Bei

Victoria, in the North, near Princeton County.

Princetonshire, situated on the main route between County Dorron and Dublin, served as a crucial transit and supply hub between the two mobile cities and was one of the most prosperous mobile cities in the North. It once acted as the largest commercial center outside the King's domains, boasting thriving commerce, a wealthy economy, and a happy population. It was also one of the cities most deeply influenced by the King of the North. The King of the North granted this city to the son of a former general, the Duke of Normandy, as compensation for the Duke's failure to gain entry into the central city of Londinium.

But who could have imagined that this mobile city, primarily a commercial hub, and the goodwill of the King of the North would eventually become a fishbone stuck in Londinium's throat?

Wayne's troops arrived here last night, rested for a while, and were ready to enter the city at three o'clock in the morning.