Huh? Are they all real?...

After a moment of silence, Claude spoke:

“My lord will forgive my foolishness, which is why we have always followed him. But, Master.”

“But what? Lord Claude? I am Trajan’s daughter, the mistress of the South. If my father can do it, why can’t I?”

What troubled Ayl the most tonight was the statement that she was Trajan's daughter.

It wasn't a big deal at first, but ever since she realized she had already kicked herself out of the game...

She was very averse to the possibility that she and Moen were family.

She was already standing at the finish line, but the problem is that she didn't run to the finish line; she was already standing next to it from the very beginning.

What others see as their starting point is what she sees as her final destination.

"Please make room for Lord Claude and pour him a glass of hot wine."

After turning back to the crowd and saying these words, El bowed slightly to Prince Adela again and said:

"And please forgive my humble servant's slight rudeness, Prince Adela."

Adela naturally smiled and said:

"On the contrary, madam, I am honored to witness such a scene."

In that instant, the banquet returned to its previous lively atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Constance, standing by the gate, watched Claude being led away by his companions with amusement and fell into deep thought.

For the Southern Territory, what just happened was merely a frustrating yet amusing little episode.

But for the two of them, it was clear that the South was no longer the South of Westeros.

The southern region belonged to Trajan and his daughter.

Upon realizing this, Constance unexpectedly laughed.

There will be another chapter in a moment

Chapter 129 Come forth, Trajan!

After the banquet ended.

However, Aier could not yet go back to rest properly with a heavy burden.

Because she also needed to handle the accumulated official duties of the day.

Thinking of the piles of official documents that had filled the table during the day, Aier couldn't help but think:

'Did Moen really handle all those things on his own back then? How did he do it?'

Arriving at the study, Er asked the clerks and nobles beside him:

"There shouldn't be too many official documents to process today, right?"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, today's numbers are about 10% or 20% higher than before."

Upon hearing this despairing answer, Aier walked into the study, her heart filled with despair.

Seeing how diligently Aire was handling official documents, the nobles and clerks at the door all sighed in admiration:

"At the banquet just now, I even felt that the old master had returned."

"Really? I've only heard that, but does His Excellency the Duke really resemble the old Duke?"

"It's more than just a resemblance; the Duke just now was exactly like the old master. Both were so noble and great that they left no room for doubt."

"They have that kind of charm that makes you know you have to follow them forever just by looking at them!"

At this point, the nobleman looked towards the study again and said:

"However, this is the only difference between us and our old master."

The clerks all nodded.

"Yes, the Duke always delegates official business to others."

"That's a good thing."

"Good thing!"

The clerks and nobles alike expressed their strong agreement.

The Duke's unwavering trust in his subordinates was indeed incredibly inspiring, but from the perspective of his retainers, it was best for the lord to keep all the important matters firmly in his own hands.

-

In the study, just as Aier was about to tackle today's official documents, she noticed a subtle change in the entire room.

For example, the desk that was once pure black now reveals a few subtle dark blue lines under the light, as if hiding an unknown story.

And the originally sky-blue curtains now seem to have a few faint purple threads interwoven in them, adding a touch of mystery to the entire space.

After touching her intact bracelet, Aier instinctively put her hand under the desk.

She wanted to summon her vassals.

However, this was before she could summon her vassals.

An old man appeared opposite her:

"Child, don't worry, why would anyone want to harm their own offspring?"

Seeing the old man suddenly appear, Aier, who had placed his hand on his bracelet, raised an eyebrow and said:

"Isn't it a bit suspicious that someone who came uninvited would say such things?"

The old man initially just smiled indifferently, but as he smiled, he became astonished.

Because he realized that the other person didn't seem to recognize him at all, rather than saying it on purpose.

He glanced incredulously at the portrait hanging next to the study.

He and Trajan were both hanging up there!

After a moment of stunned silence, even the first Duke, who founded House Westeros, seemed unsure how to begin and pointed to the side, saying:

"Child, do you want to see if I look a lot like that person on the wall?"

Aire sneered directly:

"Are you suggesting that you, a man in your seventies or eighties, could be my father, Trajan? You..."

As she spoke, Er finally realized what was happening and looked at the wall next to her with a guilty conscience.

Noticing her shifting gaze, the old duke finally smiled and said:

"Now you know, child."

"You, no, could you be..."

The old duke nodded kindly and said:

"No doubt, child, I am Constance Westeros, the first head of House Westeros."

“My child, I am so glad to see such an excellent successor as you, and Trajan, who leaves me speechless, after so many years.”

As he said this, the Duke carefully observed the other person's reaction with a smile in his eyes.

This is your only chance.

The awe-inspiring appearance of one's ancestors will definitely bring surprises.

Sure enough, after hearing her ambiguous words, a very interesting look flashed in the girl's eyes.

This discovery prompted the Duke to make an immediate judgment.

“My child, I have come here to tell you something very important, something extremely important.”

"What do you mean?"

Aier straightened up without thinking.

The old duke then spoke earnestly, word by word:

“Something big is about to happen in this country. A terrible ambitious man is lurking within the empire. He will threaten the empire and even the southern border.”

Does he know what happened?

Hope rose in Aier's heart.

The Duke noticed this reaction perfectly.

She must know something.

“I was once one of them, but now, seeing you all, I have finally made up my mind that, as a member of Westeros, I must stand up to protect my bloodline and my children.”

As Aier sat more upright, the old duke, feeling the time was right, spoke to her:

"Tell Trajan that there is an enemy who has been lurking for many years and wants to overthrow everything."

He knew Moen was still alive?!

A hint of surprise flashed in Aier's eyes, which directly told the Duke the answer.

The old duke was also filled with surprise and lingering fear.

They're actually still alive?!

So, were those unusual behaviors his way of making us think he was dead?

The old duke, having thought of this, immediately said:

“Child, I must go. Their eyes are always on me. I can’t say too much, nor can I leave for too long.”

"But please make sure you tell your father what I said. And whatever you do, don't tell anyone, or everything will be over!"

After saying these words, the old duke left without further ado.

Only a bewildered Aire remained standing there.

-

On the streets of Qazadoom late at night, the old duke, who had not yet returned to the capital, was walking slowly.

Trajan was still alive, so his death couldn't have been for some foolish ancient vow.

Is he waiting for us to jump out?

But that's not right. He's already given that Sequence One potion to that little girl Ansa.

So why is he hiding it?

Could it be that the last Sequence One potion is with him?

Still, something's not right. If it's in Trajan's hands, what's the situation with the Great? Didn't he say that the conditions were all met, and all that was needed was to offer the Empress as a sacrifice?

And he clearly didn't know that Tula was alive!

The lack of information allowed the old duke to experience the pain and helplessness that Moen felt in the same situation.

But a moment later, the Duke laughed again.

Regardless, he had made two plans.

Trajan's advantage was that he was a pitiful old man who hid deep in enemy territory, his heart set on his family.

Once Trajan's long-planned counterattack succeeds and he ascends to godhood, there will surely be a place for him before the throne of the new dynasty.

The emperor's advantage lies in the fact that he is a loyal comrade-in-arms who has followed him for thousands of years.

When the Great Emperor sweeps away all and ascends to godhood, he will be one of the angels serving the Great Emperor.

No matter what, I will not lose!

After smiling, the old duke looked around and said:

"Tula, is that right? Come out, I know you're here, child."

This was originally just a precautionary measure by the old duke, since after hearing those words, the girl might have gone to Trajan.

In this way, Trajan could indeed find himself without knowing it.

What caught the elderly person off guard was...

After he said those words.