Unspeakable bubbles

"The Yog family, the Mormedy family, young lady..."

The maid wasn't very knowledgeable, but she knew that her mistress was definitely walking a tightrope this time.

"Afraid? You're right. One is the hegemon of the South, and the other is a giant in the West. If I'm not careful, I could fall into an abyss."

"But if I cannot achieve my ambitions, I would rather fall like a shooting star!"

Mary clenched her fists, her tone filled with unwavering determination: "Just you wait and see, 'the gambler's daughter,' one day she'll trample you all over the place."

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"My Count, you've finally arrived!"

Instead of allowing Bubble to 'pay homage,' His Majesty the King unexpectedly personally greeted the Southern Alliance Leader!

The nobles following behind him all wore expressions of undisguised shock.

What is His Majesty thinking?

He had previously warned the nobles along the way not to have any close contact with Count Yog, so why was he being so enthusiastic when it was his turn?

This is problematic in every sense of the word!

"Wow, greetings, Your Majesty!"

The little girl felt Charlie's enthusiasm and a smile appeared on her face.

“Count Yog must be tired from your journey. Come, come in and rest.”

"Isabel!"

Urged by the king, the princess reluctantly performed a skirt-lifting bow to Bubble.

“My lord, let me show you the way.”

The nobles were once again astonished to see the princess personally leading the little girl by the hand.

"This specification is unprecedented!"

"According to the rules, it should have been Earl Yog who went to see His Majesty first, and, how could it have been Her Highness the Princess who performed the skirt-lifting ceremony first?"

"Although they are only counts, the Yog family's influence is no less than... no, it should be higher than the 'Four Dukes' families."

"His Majesty truly values ​​the Earl; I had thought..."

The nobles whispered among themselves, and many wore strange expressions.

'What's going on? Wasn't His Majesty trying to seize the initiative from the start?'

Why the sudden change of mind?

'His Majesty's attitude changed rather quickly. Has something happened?'

"Count Yog, has the Golden Mask provided adequate protection along the way?"

"Golden Mask is very responsible. Thank you for sending her over."

"Thanks to Earl Yog, the South is so peaceful now."

Charlie smiled and said, "Golden Mask is Isabel's personal bodyguard, and she recently broke through her cultivation level to become a peerless expert. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be willing to send her as a bodyguard to anyone else."

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

Although rumors of the royal family's breakthrough had been circulating, Charlie's personal confirmation at this time carried a different significance!

"Golden Mask, has it broken through?"

"Now the royal family has two unparalleled figures."

"Amazing!"

After a brief silence, the murmurs grew louder.

In the crowd, a young man who seemed somewhat absent-minded looked up in surprise.

He stared at the golden-faced man accompanying him for a long time, his brows slowly furrowing.

"His Majesty Charles himself has admitted it; it seems the Golden Mask has indeed made a breakthrough."

'Two unparalleled powerhouses...'

'If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Earl Yog, Duke William and my grandfather would be in a very difficult situation.'

'But even with the royal family's power, they're showing goodwill towards the Yog family. Could the rumors be true, and that Earl Yog is indeed the reincarnation of the Great Black God of the Steppes?'

'But, if that's the case, where is the peace in the South? It's clearly a powder keg ready to explode at any moment!'

Cecil was on tenterhooks for a while, but when he saw Earl Yog and His Majesty Charles chatting and laughing happily, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from their appearance, they don't seem like they're about to start a fight.

It would be best if there were no wars, but we must never let a civil war break out!

“Count Yog, I have long heard of your family’s Gold Trade Route.”

Charlie exclaimed, "What William couldn't do in decades, Earl Yog has accomplished in just a few months. It's truly a miracle!"

"Huh, did William ever want to open up trade routes? I've never heard him mention it."

"It's not about opening up trade routes, but about bringing peace to the kingdom."

Charlie asked, seemingly casually, "Count Yog, do you think the peace will continue indefinitely?"

Yes, it is.

"Oh, are you so sure?"

Charlie smiled and asked, "Will the kingdom and the grasslands, or even you and me, really not fight for some reason?"

"Bubble doesn't like fighting. Unless it's a bad kid trying to bully Bubble, Bubble won't fight."

Long live peace!

Section 611, Chapter 610: You Don't Understand

The banquet hasn't officially started yet, but this meeting can already be considered a success!

His Majesty the King asked: Will we go to war in the future?

Count Yog replied: If you don't come to hit me, I won't hit you.

The question and answer session resulted in a happy ending for everyone.

The tone had been set, and the nobles suddenly became very enthusiastic about the little girl.

"Your Excellency, would you like a guide? I am familiar with the capital; how about I show you around for the next few days?"

"My lord, I'll send you some local specialties from the capital tomorrow so you can try them!"

Are you free after the banquet?

"I've prepared a private dinner for you..."

"My daughter has long admired you!"

"My lord, I also have a great love for martial arts. Would you be so kind as to give me some pointers?"

The nobles surrounded the little girl, while Cecil hid alone in a corner, enjoying his peace and quiet.

His identity is special; he is the heir of the Momedi family, so it is absolutely crucial not to be overly enthusiastic at this time.

If he gets too enthusiastic and His Majesty Charles misunderstands that his grandfather wants to align himself with the Yog family, then things will get really messy.

"I'm here on behalf of my grandfather to pay a visit to His Majesty and make my way in the royal family."

'Don't do anything else that's unnecessary!'

The banquet was lively, but Cecil's heart had already drifted outside, back to the street corner where he first met 'her'.

Who exactly are you?

Why have I never seen you again since that day?

I deeply regret not having the courage to take that first step.

Was it Grandpa's instruction to me before I left: "Don't cause trouble?"

'Or is it still that glaring outfit you wear that makes you look like a married woman?'

Cecil took a sip of his drink in anguish, recalling the chance encounter on the street corner, the 'goddess' he had only met once, and became lost in thought.

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"Young Master, why are you out so early?"

Inside the carriage, the head butler of the Momedi family asked anxiously, "Could it be that His Majesty and that person have broken up?"

"No, both sides have reached a consensus on peace."

“The count assured us that peace would continue as long as the royal family didn’t make the first move,” Cecil said casually.

"That's great!"

"God bless Sion, God bless Sion!"

The head butler said excitedly, "I'll write to the master as soon as I get back, so he can rest assured."

"...Is Grandpa so nervous?"

Cecil was somewhat surprised: "The grasslands and the kingdom have fought several tough battles before, but I've never seen Grandpa so concerned about it."

“This time it’s different.”

Knowing that his young master wasn't interested in such matters, the butler patiently explained, "It's not just the grasslands, but also the Southern Alliance..."

"You don't understand. Don't be fooled by the fact that Count Yog is the leader of the Southern Alliance. If a real war breaks out, the Southern nobles may not necessarily side with her."

Cecil curled his lip. He didn't know much about Yogtis, but he hadn't lost his knowledge as the heir of a great family.

The Confederate States of America sounds intimidating, but if Lord Yog actually intends to turn against the royal family this time, the alliance will immediately be thrown into chaos.

"Well, not counting the alliance, Earl Yog also has a legendary legion under his command!"

"Apart from the Griffin family in the east, which duke doesn't have a legendary legion under his command?"