Ark, they don't revolve around you

In the past, this would have been considered treasonous, but soon, a second and third person would chime in, insulting and hurling insults at the most veiled of accusations they could think of.

"enough."

But Clovisia organized in a sharp voice, frowning, "This is the parliament!"

"Ms. Clovisia, you too—" The man who was criticizing the Queen looked unhappy.

"She said it very well, sir. I told you I don't want to waste time." Zhuang Ning put down the book.

The black clothes fluttered, and he came to the center quietly.

In front of countless people, the devil's eyes lit up with a blood-red color, like a pool of blood.

As a result, the man who was trying to please her just now began to grow strands of crystals on his body.

The crystals continued to spread, and he began to wail, beg for mercy, and scream in pain, but Zhuang Ning seemed not to hear him. He still smiled and reiterated what he had just said: "I said, I don't want to waste time, just give me a conclusion."

Silence fell.

The noble adults in the past all lowered their heads and dared not look.

The decision on Vina was soon made. Since Her Majesty could not die, she should be imprisoned in the monastery of Londinium, deprived of her worldly rights and unable to communicate with the outside world.

"This is already merciful..." Zhuang Ning stammered, his voice very low, as if he was talking to himself.

Clovisia was a little uneasy, knowing that this was a sign of dissatisfaction.

She wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zhuang Ning. The man was silent for a long time and said calmly:

"That's it... It's good this way."

"Whether it's for me or for her."

No one knew why he came to this conclusion, but in the end no one refuted it.

Zhuang Ning closed his eyes and felt that fate was indeed ridiculous. The person who had saved Victoria with his own hands had to watch Victoria's destruction.

He turned around.

There was a noise beside his ears, and someone stood up silently. He reached out to his chest and pulled out a dagger, very close to Zhuang Ning.

It was obviously a move that had been practiced countless times and was filled with ruthlessness. The silver light pierced towards Zhuang Ning.

"For Your Majesty!"

But the hand holding the dagger was clamped, and Zhuang Ning applied slight force on the palm of his hand to break it.

An arm was casually torn off and the dagger clattered to the ground.

"assassin?"

"Tyrant, devil!!" the assassin cursed.

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more brightly: "Yes, that's me."

Flames began to burn beneath the assassin's feet.

The huge heat flow caused more dense sweat to appear on everyone's head.

Zhuang Ning did not think about whether this person was instructed by someone, just like an elephant would not care about the assassination of an ant.

But when the wind blew up the ashes of the corpses, everyone still felt the chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"I remembered something." Zhuang Ning clapped his hands in a harsh voice, "Everyone, look at me, don't bow your heads, I have something to announce."

"I want his Kingdom of Tara to be independent. Who is in favor and who is against it?"

Tara.

That's an overly sensitive subject for Victorians these days.

A few years ago, Tara's deep pool took advantage of the civil unrest in Londinium to enter Victoria.

Afterwards, the rebellion was quelled, Tara was suppressed, and once again became an untouched staircase, but it was brought up by this man as if it were a joke.

"Tara people?" Clovisia's eyes shook.

"Well, let's decide here who is in favor of Tara's independence and who is against it," he said calmly.

If it were in the past, I'm afraid this topic would have been brought up long ago.

But now there was only silence, and then someone raised a white handkerchief in approval.

Everyone knew that this was the devil humiliating Victoria.

Since ancient times, the most shameful thing is to cede territory. After destroying the Steam Knights and defeating the Queen, this man also wanted to destroy the confidence of the Victorians from the bottom line.

But no one dared to object.

Because to oppose is to die.

"Very good, you are so good." Zhuang Ning turned around, "You can disperse now."

"Sir, what do you mean by the time of execution?" Another timid voice sounded.

Zhuang Ning seemed to have just remembered this and smiled gently: "As soon as possible, I said, I don't like to waste time."

……

……

The storm dissipated, revealing the damaged royal city.

Ancient ruins covered in ivy, once the territory of the Tara people.

King Gael, who disliked fighting, dried up the river and led his subjects to this place, calling it Tara.

But in the end, King Gael could not escape suspicion, and Tara was annexed by Victoria.

Her boots stepped on the mud, staining it with a little dust. Abrana looked at the ruins, and a little light appeared in her eyes: "You really did it."

“It takes time to draw up a treaty.”

"That's just as well. You really made the Tara people independent."

"What's the difference? This is your reward because you have offered your loyalty." Zhuang Ning looked back.

"That's enough!" Abrana suppressed the tremor in her voice.

She is definitely not a good person and has committed many evil deeds, but Zhuang Ning does not care and chooses to accept her because she can bring order.

Because she will choose to obey.

"Bring your sister back as well, and don't let her wander in the wilderness." Zhuang Ning said casually.

He did not listen to the voices of praise, nor did he pay attention to the voices praising freedom.

Only one person came to the broken throne, and the seat made of iron was firmly fixed in the ruins.

The palace turned to dust, the subjects fell apart, but the throne remained.

Even though it is mottled, it has escaped the natural disaster, as if the king's vengeful spirit is sitting here.

Draco's power is terrifying, but how many red dragons have a good end? Even King Gale's end was so tragic and heroic.

"But I am not King Gael." Zhuang Ning brushed off the dust and sat on the old throne.

It was uncomfortable and as cold as stone. The devil did not get up for a long time, as if he had become one with the seat.

……

……

The dusty door was pushed open. In the dead of night, Londinium was shrouded in a cold fog, with dim lights on both sides of the street.

The light shone on Vina's face. She looked up subconsciously and saw a pale moth circling the light.

"How silly..." She murmured, not knowing to whom she was talking.

There were not many people on the road who could regard this as the last concern for the Queen's respectability.

At least not many people would see her miserable appearance now.

The guards escorted her in silence, and as she walked, she suddenly felt a little cold, tired and exhausted.

Snow fell from the night sky.

In silence, Vina continued to move forward, and memories rushed into her brain.

Long ago, she lived in fear in the slums of Londinium, fighting with others for a mouthful of bread.

The etiquette learned in the court was useless, there was only a fight between fists, and only after Glasgow was established did things finally get a little better.

At that time, if she was captured, Morgan and Indra would definitely come to rescue her, right?

Vina shook her head to get rid of the memory, but her voice was still hoarse.

I remembered what the man said.

Indra died because of you, because she was a crude fool who still believed in stories.

Morgan is stupid too, they are all fools...including her.

There was a noise somewhere, but no guard noticed it, and even Vina herself thought it was an illusion.

But the next second, the sound became clearer and she felt someone following her.

The man didn't say anything, but exhaled like a ghost or evil spirit.

The snow gradually accumulated on Vina's head, piling up more and more.

In the distance, the sky seemed to be brighter, and a hint of white could be vaguely seen.

The lights on both sides went out, and suddenly another pair of footprints appeared in the snow, as if the ghost had taken on a physical form.

A shadow fell over her.

"You... are here." Vina murmured, as if in disbelief.

"Coming." The shadow behind him responded, "Anyway, there's no rush. I'm here to see you off. Victoria's people are unreliable, so I have to do it myself."

"sorry."

"There's no need to apologize because I'm the winner."

Vina exhaled white air and couldn't help asking: "What kind of place am I going to?"

Shadow pondered for a moment and replied softly, "I heard the conditions are good, very suitable for thinking."

"So there's nothing?"

"I hate smart kids." Shadow shrugged.

"Nothing... but it suits me very well." She ignored the clever kid, smiled and whispered, "Thank you."

"Why do you say that?" Shadow tilted his head.

"Of course you should say thank you for coming to see me."

"..."

"People are responsible for their own decisions, you always tell me so." Vina stopped and looked up at the monastery.

This building built by the ascetic monk can be called a cage.

Vina turned her head one last time, looked at the faceless shadow, and bowed slightly:

"Goodbye, Demon King..."

"This is the last of us, Vina," Shadow said.

"Yes." She was still like a princess, "but I'm very happy."

"I'm glad you can come and see me one last time."

The door was closed, and she was sure that the man would not come to peek again, then she couldn't stop crying.

……

……

On the snow, the darkness of the shadow faded away little by little, revealing a person's face.

Zhuang Ning stood for a moment, quietly looking at Londinium shrouded in snow and fog.

The sky gradually brightened and the noise became louder.

After remembering everything, he exhaled white air and whispered: "Now, it's time to go to the next place..."