Huh? Are they all real?...

"Before him, the South was the South of Westeros. Although there were outstanding leaders in the South before, they were ultimately puppets under the name of Westeros."

"But Trajan is different. After he appeared, the South became Trajan's South. In name, it was indeed still the fiefdom of our Westeros family. But in reality, that was only because Trajan also really had the surname Westeros."

The old duke raised his wine glass and chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"If he were here, and I were to presumptuously try to seize power, I would surely become a clown swindling people under the guise of the first Grand Duke. Then I would die a pathetic and laughable death in some corner."

Prince Adela added a crucial sentence:

"Kutula is really gone!"

The old duke smiled, raising his glass:

"Yes, Tula is really dead, and that new young lady who took over is so indecisive. If necessary, I should be able to succeed."

Prince Adela clapped.

"It's great to see you so confident. And what about the others? The other six families of the Seventh Master are in a very bad situation."

The other six grand dukes showed no dissatisfaction with Prince Adela's words; they simply smiled and said:

"The young empress took away our fiefdoms and wiped out our roots. To be honest, it was a very powerful move, not to mention for us old folks who have been gone for so long."

"Even those few unworthy descendants are now beyond help."

"However, Your Highness, a title is often very useful, even without real power."

"We have sacrificed so much and waited so long for this day. We will not back down, especially since you are on our side, aren't you?"

After saying all that, I still haven't revealed the key point.

These old guys are really a bit of a handful.

Prince Adela rubbed his eyes and smiled sincerely:

"Of course, the reason I am here is to represent my mother and father to help you."

"However, please remember that when the time comes, you must not forget our friendly relationship!"

The first emperor and the seven dukes raised their glasses in unison and laughed:

"We will never forget our allies. History has already proven this fact."

That is indeed true, but Prince Adela still does not want to cooperate with them.

The divine positions of Glory and his mother are adjacent, and the brilliant gold representing Glory cannot be tainted with alluring pure white, which naturally determines that they can only be allies at best.

Allies are unreliable.

Allies can turn into enemies in an instant if the interests are right.

He really couldn't understand why his mother would choose to work with a group of unreliable people.

He even believed from the bottom of his heart that there should be no deities involved in the path to glory.

That would threaten his mother's light.

But he was just a prince.

My mother loves and respects me.

In his mother's kingdom, he possessed supreme power second only to his parents.

But all of this is based on the premise that one is the father's child.

The only person who could persuade the mother was the father, but the father would never try to persuade the mother.

That's why the mother loved the father so much. Because the father loved her more than he loved himself.

Adela felt a great sense of helplessness.

What should I do?!

Prince Adela felt confused, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

He simply continued to discuss everything with the first emperor and the others in a proper manner, as always.

Until the end of the banquet.

Prince Adela looked toward the first Grand Duke of Westeros:

"Lord Constance, I will be setting off for the Southern Territory tomorrow, so are you planning to come with me, or..."

The Duke stood up and bowed slightly in apology:

"I thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but we have other matters to attend to here."

They didn't want to tell me more; they just needed me, their ally representing their mother and father, to show up and offer assistance.

They will absolutely betray their mother!

Adela felt extremely wary, but he still wanted to try.

He reluctantly put down his wine glass, then rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile:

"My lords, I sincerely hope to be of assistance. However, I must know at least something, right?"

"Otherwise, even as an ally, I wouldn't know how to make a move."

Qi Gong looked at the First Emperor.

The first emperor smiled helplessly in return:

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please do not doubt our sincerity, but we really cannot say too much."

At this point, the First Emperor stood up seriously and said to Prince Adela:

“We’ve been here all along, preparing for this day. So we know the situation here better than you do.”

“Prince Adela, this country is definitely hiding something that even we haven’t seen clearly.”

"Then, that thing instilled a deep sense of dread in us. So, I can't tell you more before it all begins."

"It's not that we lack sincerity; on the contrary, it's precisely because we value you and your mother so much that we must ensure everything is executed perfectly."

Are they treating me like a child?

That's a really stupid argument.

"So what is that thing you're talking about?"

Both the First Emperor and the Seventh Prince fell silent.

More than twenty years ago, during Trajan's reign, they keenly noticed a detail.

Trajan suddenly and inexplicably began researching the origins of the Crown Restaurant.

Then, just when they thought they were about to have an early confrontation with Trajan, this rising star,...

Trajan, again without any apparent reason, abandoned the investigation.

It just so happens to be on the line where they won't intervene.

It was as if he knew of their existence and knew when to stop.

To this day, they believe that Trajan's actions were telling them one thing:

"I know you're here!"

At first, no one thought of this, but as time went by, and even though Trajan had been dead for many years...

They increasingly felt that this was probably true.

So, did Tula really die?

He single-handedly brought the empire back to life, and he also single-handedly supported the young empress.

Upon arriving here, they all felt no surprise and found it strangely familiar; the emergence of the Leuman Empire was due to them doing something similar.

However, what they couldn't understand was that Trajan was the one who died in the end.

The one who drank the Sequence One potion was the queen, who was supposed to be a sacrifice.

Tula was not killed by the Queen; Tula truly gave his life for her.

For a vase that serves no purpose?

They couldn't understand the meaning behind this, as for Westeros always being Baratheon's sword and shield?

Please, neither the First Emperor nor the First Lord of Westeros believed that statement.

That was simply the result of both sides standing together for their own interests.

It was like that then, and it is like that now.

They can only try to analyze and deduce from the perspectives they can understand.

The result is.

They were waiting for the Queen; Trajan was waiting for them!

So, that guy is still alive?

The conclusion they reached filled them with unprecedented fear.

Trajan reminded them of Leuman I, the young emperor who was chosen as a sacrifice but almost managed to turn the tables and kill them.

To overturn this, they have searched every place they could think of over the years.

They presented every argument they could think of.

However, they became increasingly convinced that Trajan was dead.

Ironically, the more this was the case, the less they believed Trajan was dead.

Because it's so real.

Equally amusing is that, as the Baratheons recently began to stir up trouble, they astutely noticed that Trajan seemed to have returned.

However, they immediately took action because it made them think that Trajan was probably really dead.

It's very contradictory, but they can give a reasonable explanation—if Trajan faked his death, they have no reason not to find evidence, and if Trajan really came back, then why would he be so secretive and roundabout?

Either he can keep hiding it properly, like before, or he can make a triumphant return and take back everything he has accumulated in the past.

The only illogical thing is the roundabout way of covering things up.

There was no way to avoid their gaze, nor was there a way to handle everything properly.

Others may not know, but those who have been observing everything from the shadows know very well that even after twenty years, Trajan is still the uncrowned ruler of this country.

So Trajan probably really did die, for a reason that they still can't understand.

Then those recent strange events must be the Queen's or some other schemer's trickery.

After all, Tula had no reason to hide anything or go through all that trouble.

Surely the world won't end if he doesn't do this?

Even if he were Trajan, this is just too far-fetched.

There will be another chapter in a moment

Chapter 122 will definitely succeed!

"So, we still can't say? My lords?"

Prince Adela's voice rang out again.

The first emperor pondered for a moment, and to be honest, he didn't know what to say.

Afraid of Trajan?

But they themselves believed that Tula was truly dead.

If it wasn't Trajan, then what was it that still makes them feel so uneasy to this day?

They themselves didn't know the answer.

After shaking his head, the First Emperor raised one hand and said:

"By the name of the Great Darkmoon and the Solitary King, we absolutely and sincerely wish to cooperate with you, and we absolutely and sincerely regard you and the two masters behind you as our sincere allies. However, we also have our own concerns and worries."

"Please forgive me, Your Highness Prince Adela!"

Swearing an oath in the name of God and the King is the most reliable oath in the world, because those who break their oath will truly be punished by God.