Huh? Are they all real?...

Although it was a dream, no one has ever said that dreams can't become reality!

Just wait, I, Potter Harry, will make all of this happen!

Potter Harry set off with great pride and high spirits.

As Mr. Potter walked, he came across a huge, withered tree in the courtyard.

He clearly remembered that the tree was alive in his dream.

"Excuse me, why did that tree die?"

“That’s the Royal Maple Tree, planted by Emperor Baratheon Doyle himself. So even though it died hundreds of years ago, it has been carefully preserved to this day.”

Is that so?

It seems reasonable, yet it also seems very wrong.

For example, how do you know there's a tree here even though you've never been to the palace before?

Although the tree in the dream was alive, in reality it was withered and dead.

But the further he went, the less doubts Porter had.

Because many things are different from his dream.

I guess it's because I've seen pictures of the palace before or something, plus recent events, that I dreamed of something that was neither here nor there.

When Mr. Potter returned to the entrance of the audience hall.

Mr. Potter also took a careful look at the details around him; they were indeed different, yet similar.

That makes sense; that's what dreams are like!

After nodding, Potter stepped inside as the door opened.

Unlike in the dream, this time the door behind me did not close immediately after I entered.

Instead, it was simply left open.

The setting sun, along with the uniquely shaped openwork layers on both sides, slowly shines into them at an angle.

Although the scene before me was one of sunset, it lacked the unsettling oppressive feeling I had in my dream. Instead, it possessed a wonderful beauty that defied description.

The afterglow filtering through the perforated layer resembled cut golden silk, gently scattering across the ground, creating a dreamlike atmosphere; or perhaps it was the unintentional brushstrokes left by a mysterious painter, outlining a captivating painting.

This kind of beauty is not a deliberately embellished splendor, but rather originates from the simplicity and purity of nature and the interplay of light and shadow.

And it complements the Queen at the end of the hall perfectly.

It was as if the majesty and feminine grace emanating from the empress resonated with and complemented the beautiful light bestowed by nature, together creating a magnificent scene that was breathtaking and unforgettable.

And somehow, even though the Empress and the person she had decided to serve were mortal enemies.

But when Mr. Potter looked at the Queen at the end, he always thought of Archduke Trajan.

Poor Mr. Potter is having a hard time understanding the current situation.

"Potter Harry".

Mr. Potter knelt down on one knee, puzzled.

The Queen's voice rang out, and then delivered a devastating blow to Mr. Potter:

"You've met my teacher and served him, haven't you?"

Um??????

How can it be so different from what I dreamed about?!

And what did the teacher mean by that?!

Mr. Potter looked up in disbelief.

"What...what did you say?!"

"I said you've met my teacher, the Duke Trajan of Westeros, and gained his trust to serve him, haven't you?"

"what?!"

The sheer astonishment and disbelief made Mr. Potter instinctively stand up.

However, upon noticing the change in perspective, he quickly knelt down again.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, this is truly astonishing."

The Empress did not seem to care about these things.

She pressed on again:

"You've met my teacher, haven't you?"

When the Queen asked again, Mr. Potter remembered the Grand Duke's last instructions.

You can just tell the truth; there's no need to hide anything.

So, in fact, there was never any such thing as an enemy or not from the very beginning?

Mr. Potter finally understood why people like to say that dreams and reality are opposites.

This is indeed a completely contradictory situation.

But then, what does my dream even mean?

Am I just entertaining myself?

Mr. Potter slumped down in dejection.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

What did he say to you?

This time, Potter didn't mention that he had been the Queen's hunter for several years or her lord for several years.

He honestly and directly told the Queen everything.

-

Meanwhile, in a secluded little room in the capital of Baratheon.

The last six of the original Seven Masters were quietly discussing what they had seen earlier.

"This is too strange. These words don't sound like something a nobody would say."

"Yes, at the time I even thought that one of us had gone up there in disguise."

Mr. Potter's smooth and effortless counterattack truly amazed those old nobles.

If I'm talking about a powerful backer, His Majesty is my backer. If I'm talking about allies, I can only be His Majesty's subjects.

This statement was stunning at first hearing, and even more unbelievable after everything was over.

They couldn't believe that such a lowly soldier could say such a thing; even the six of them were amazed by his skill.

Even without taking a different position, they couldn't help but wonder if they had gone too far in framing loyal and virtuous people.

Watching the six of them discussing this matter.

The Emperor finally spoke:

"Alright, my old friends, the facts are now clear. Our old friend, poor Contath, was not killed by Trajan."

"As you know, he was just a pawn. Putting aside the inherent pressure of that situation, the constant mental spurs we put on him were something no normal person could withstand."

“He will only tell the truth unless he was not only unafraid of death, but also believed that he could withstand anything.”

"But is that even possible? A coward who only managed to get by by climbing the ranks?"

Upon hearing the Emperor's words, a duke couldn't help but say:

"However, Your Majesty, his words certainly don't sound like something a lowly soldier would say."

"It is precisely because it is not something a lowly soldier would say that it increases its credibility, because this is the most credible thing he would say in that situation, given his understanding."

This explanation was met with nods of approval from the other five dukes.

But the Grand Duke, who had spoken first, still said with concern:

"Your Majesty, is it really not possible to take his soul directly? Or even something less powerful like mental manipulation? You are the Radiant Angel representing the rule, you..."

“My dear old friend, I am the Glory Angel of Sequence One, and so is that little girl, and she is about to meet this pawn.”

"Based on this, any unnecessary things will make her realize something is wrong in advance."

This left the first Duke of the Lion Family speechless.

Finally, he could only lower his head and say:

"But I really think there are too many problems."

"There aren't many problems, my old friend. You're overthinking it. We just need to get the answer by looking at the essence of things."

The Emperor walked to his side, put his arm around his shoulder, and said:

"For example, even under such circumstances, he insisted that he was a subject of the Queen, which is enough to prove that everything we found was wrong and all the problems we encountered were arranged by the Queen."

"But Your Majesty, Constance is dead. Doesn't that mean the Empress already knows?"

The Emperor simply smiled and said:

"Impossible, my friend. She couldn't possibly know. If she did know, given our control over the capital, why didn't any of us notice anything amiss?"

“I really like one of His Majesty the Lionheart’s words: ‘How can I allow others to sleep soundly on my bed?’”

"Do you think young Ansha would be able to sit still if she found out under these circumstances?"

The Grand Duke gave up and said:

"I just can't sit still."

"That's right, she doesn't know, we need to stay calm."

"But if it wasn't her, then how did Constance die?"

In response, the Emperor released his arm from the man's shoulder and turned to look into the distance, saying:

“I think our allies might have more to say.”

-

In Qazadoom in the South, Prince Adela finally received a response from his mother.

Seemingly to be considerate of her son's feelings, his mother did not issue a divine decree but instead gave him a letter instead.

The letter contained a simple yet contradictory message.

"Kill Constellation Westeros immediately before anything happens in the South. Then continue cooperating with the Emperor."

Prince Adela frowned deeply upon seeing the letter.

He could not understand his mother's will.

Upon seeing the first sentence, he thought he had finally convinced his mother for the first time.

But why continue to cooperate with the Emperor after killing Constance?

Wait, no, I didn't tell my mother that Constance was also in the Southern Territory!

The young prince finally realized a crucial issue.

That is, Constus Westeros only found out that the other party had also come after he arrived in the South.

He sent his letter to his mother on his way to the Southern Border.

So someone else told your mother about this?

who is it? !

Subconsciously, Prince Adela began to doubt the eight pure white knights he had brought with him.

Prince Adela had no doubt that the eight pure white knights would defend his safety with their lives and even their souls.

Prince Adela had no doubt about their loyalty to their mother.

But then I thought about it again and felt that something wasn't quite right.

My own mother didn't need to do that.

And this is tantamount to telling herself that she did it.