Huh? Are they all real?...

Ansa wasn't stupid; she immediately understood the key point:

"Are you saying that Emperor Lloyd defeated Emperor Doyle? And then he not only replaced Emperor Doyle, but even used Emperor Doyle as fuel to burn to this day?"

"Yes, Ansha."

"But why didn't he just kill the remaining seven and then take them back to Leuman?"

"Alternative option".

"what?"

"This reason not only explains why he impersonated Emperor Doyle, but also why he hasn't taken action for twenty years."

Moen said:

"He wants to become a god, he really wants to become a god. After all, he has already reached Sequence One, and the position of the chief god is vacant. There is no reason not to continue moving forward, right?"

"But how can we ensure safety? The answer is to add more insurance!"

"As the one who defeated Emperor Doyle, he could certainly take his spoils back directly, but that would mean he would lose an insurance policy."

"That is Emperor Doyle's legacy—Baratheon!"

Once you have the answer, you can try to work backwards from everything that came before.

It might be wrong, but as long as you choose the most reasonable one, it's probably the truth!

"If he becomes Emperor Doyle, then he will have a backup plan called the Leuman Empire."

Moen then slowly continued:

"And with you, he was also after insurance!"

"Because he was not sure if the word game would succeed. If it failed, not only would his thousand-year wait be in vain, but he himself might also die as a result."

"At the same time, he must have suspected that I was alive."

He must have seen what I was doing investigating the Crown Restaurant.

Although he didn't realize the problem at the time, he probably wouldn't have thought that way.

This guy might have been outsmarting thin air for the past twenty years.

Because he probably felt that his death was a way to deal with him.

Otherwise, why should I die?

Even after her death, a first-order empress happened to appear?

"I understand, teacher, he's afraid you'll deal with him. But why is he making a move now?"

The preceding statements were arguably the most likely conjecture Moen had made, but here, Moen can say with certainty:

“Iron Fist Haro, since he is Emperor Lloydman and so many things have happened before, if he finds Haro, he will know a lot of things.”

"In addition, he has already found that woman as an ally."

"For him, now is the best time."

"And I'm sure that the North has already begun to secretly unite with Harlow's help."

“They may have even restored him to the status of emperor.”

These are all Moen's inferences; Moen has not provided any evidence other than language.

However, after hearing this, the Queen felt that this must be the truth.

Anyway, if it were her, she would have done the same thing.

"Ansha, is your destined death still with you?"

The queen trembled slightly upon hearing the word.

That dagger was truly her nightmare.

"Yes, teacher?"

Seeing Ansa's hesitation, Moen smiled sheepishly:

"Don't worry, I have no reason to hurt myself. I'm going to turn things around with this."

"You intend to kill him with your destined death? Then leave it to me."

“That’s what I think, but now is not the time to challenge him with a destined death. I’m going to escape by a destined death.”

They heard that the teacher needed to escape from this dangerous place.

Ansa immediately took out the Death by Fate.

Ansa hid the dagger in the armrest of the throne.

This is a nightmare, but also a teacher's love.

Ansa cannot destroy or discard it, nor can she confront it.

So Ansa hid it in this place.

Looking at the predetermined death that Ansa handed him.

Moen said quietly:

"This dagger was once used to kill a god. Many people think it's a legend, but it's actually true."

"Then, the god-slayer left three drops of divine blood on it."

"One drop has already been used up over a long history, but the remaining two drops are enough."

After slashing his palm with the dagger, Moen smeared the hilt of the dagger with his own blood.

Once the hilt was coated, Moen recited the ancient incantation onto the dagger:

"The blood of any king will end with the sword!"

A drop of golden blood slowly flowed down the blade of the dagger, eventually covering the entire blade.

Make a long, sweeping stroke forward.

Freedom has emerged.

“I’m his insurance policy just in case, he’ll definitely let me go. However, I don’t like to owe favors to the enemy.”

"So, let's go, Ansa."

As Moen spoke, he was about to cross the Gate of Freedom, beyond which lay the outskirts of the Baratheon capital.

This is a door opened by the blood of God combined with destined death, and even the Ideal State cannot stop it.

But Ansa stayed where she was:

"Teacher, I want to stay."

"Ansa?"

Moen was a little surprised.

Ansa looked at Moen and said:

"Teacher, you're planning to fight back, right? Then staying is the best option for me."

"Ansha, this is too dangerous!"

“You said that killing and replacing are two different things, and I still have this capital city, so I have the confidence to hold on.”

"And you also said there's one last drop of divine blood, right?"

Moen understood what Ansa meant.

If I disappear, it's unlikely the other party will abandon their current favorable situation out of suspicion. But if Ansa disappears, the other party's actions will become unpredictable.

Moreover, if Ansa is kept alive, she, possessing the destiny of death and divine blood, will become a hidden dagger.

It can become a sharp blade that pierces the heart at any time.

But that's too dangerous!

Ansa lifted Moen's hand and then carefully licked it with the tip of her tongue.

It was very itchy, but the wound healed almost instantly.

After seeing the teacher's hand restored to its original state.

Ansa looked at Moen and said:

"Teacher, I can't always stand behind you; I hope I can stand beside you."

"Besides, this is just a small adventure!"

Ansa lifted up the hand that held Moen's doomed death.

After a brief silence, Moen said:

"Ansha, something's wrong! We have to escape!"

"Teacher, I've said it before, what I want is to stand by your side, and I won't take any risks."

The matter was already decided, so Moen would not hesitate.

Moreover, this wasn't a matter of life and death.

After entrusting his destined death to Ansa, Moen crossed the Gate of Freedom.

The moment the door disappeared.

The emperor's expression turned slightly serious, but relaxed after a moment.

Anyway, I'm going to let him go.

The Southern Territory and Trajan are the last resort.

However, it seems that even Trajan couldn't take a Sequence 1 from the Republic.

-

When the news reached the Southern Territory, the entire region was in an uproar.

They were equally enraged.

The Grand Duke is dead, he died for this country!

How could they possibly make such baseless accusations!

In Qazadoom, the vassals of the South were almost at each other's throats over this.

Aier was also a little at a loss.

And at the city gate of Qazadoom.

Because it is a sensitive period.

Therefore, the one directly guarding this place is the demigod Hadley.

Hadley was also feeling quite upset today.

He was worried about the future of the southern border and how his master's bloodline should be preserved.

Just then, ripples appeared on the Mirror Lake in front of Hadley, and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of irises blew in from the mountainside.

This brought Hadley, who was feeling troubled, a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility.

He couldn't help but stand up and walk to the lakeside avenue.

After taking a deep breath, Hadley and the knights of the South saw a man walking alone across the lakeside avenue in the wind.

The figure appeared quite frail at first glance, but the closer they got, the more they sensed that something had changed.

This unconsciously drew everyone's attention to that person.

When he walked up to Hadley.

The wind had just stopped.

He just smiled and said:

"Long time no see, Hadley."

But this person also said something that made Hadley's mouth drop open.

Excitement, disbelief, surprise—countless emotions filled his heart.