Huh? Are they all real?...

Do you think he is?

"No, the position is too low."

Even the golden eagle that Mr. Potter dreamed of was far too lowly in front of this table.

"Are there any other possibilities?"

The secretary hesitated for a moment before saying:

"In other words, he must have discovered something that made him feel that leaving was more important than his future."

The deputy speaker put down his beloved quill pen and looked seriously at his secretary, saying:

"Moreover, this discovery even made a golden eagle feel that silence was better than speaking."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Give me a report tomorrow.

"I will arrange it as soon as possible, Your Excellency."

The secretary nodded slightly, and at the same time asked:

"So, what about their job transfers?"

The Deputy Speaker set Mr. Porter's file aside and said:

"His transfer application is temporarily rejected, but the promotion of that yellow-headed eagle will proceed as usual and need not be submitted to the cabinet. All his information and resume are with me."

"Then, I'll speak to His Majesty and the Cabinet, but their award ceremonies will all be held in the House of Representatives. I will personally preside over them."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Mr. Potter's long-awaited Queen's Award fell through, as did Boris's desperate desire to be transferred away.

-

The Lionheart family's capital city is a city called Stonehold.

This is also the smallest of the seven ducal capitals.

Because it was truly made from a single giant rock.

Therefore, it appears quite exquisite in size.

However, in contrast, the Lionheart family's capital city is also a well-known fortified city.

Because this stone is incredibly hard, its origin and composition are unknown, and even how the Lion family originally carved this boulder is unknown.

It can be said that Stonehenge has been shrouded in mystery since its inception.

And in the layers of stone chambers at the center of the Great Stone Fortress.

Behind the old lion stood the silent knight who had appeared in Surras that day.

In front of the old lion stood a man dressed as a jester, who was respectfully standing.

"My patience is really running out, my friend."

The man dressed as a jester bowed and smiled:

"Your Excellency Duke, why would you say such a thing?"

"You successfully expanded your influence with my help!"

The old lion laughed in anger upon hearing this:

"I expanded my power? How did I expand my power?"

"It was because of your prophecy that I risked going with that stupid deer! Although I've managed to extricate myself now, the Queen clearly wants to get rid of me!"

"Tell me, what good did my damn prophecy do for me?"

The jester lowered his head and chuckled:

"Your Excellency, please carefully recall the prophecy I gave you!"

The old lion was about to explode in anger, but immediately, he frowned and gave the man, who resembled a jester, a deep look:

"Afterwards, I will become the most powerful of the seven dukes."

"Yes, the great and glorious Lion family is unharmed! But the foolish and greedy Deer family has been quietly put on the emperor's dinner table."

"Your Grace, the Lu family, the only one among the Seven Dukes who could be compared to you, has fallen in silence."

"Aren't you now the most powerful of the seven dukes?"

The old lion's eyes were almost bursting from his glare.

Is the most powerful duke really just that powerful?

Relying on the most powerful one who's left?!

Of the seven dukes, once the bloodline of Westeros dries up, no matter how powerful the South is, it will only crumble under the erosion of time.

This is likely the reason why the Empress has always tacitly allowed the Southern Territory to be semi-independent.

No matter how powerful a nation within a nation is, it is not a threat whatsoever if it is destined to split apart.

Therefore, the Duke of the Southern Territory has long existed in name only!

Of the remaining six, only the Lion and Deer families managed to recover some of their strength after being repeatedly exploited by that dictator.

The remaining four members of the Zhongying family barely managed to catch their breath, while the other three were practically half-dead. They hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath in twenty years.

Now, due to his tacit understanding with the Queen, and in order to protect himself, the old lion voluntarily submitted evidence of the deer family's collusion with cultists, and became the vanguard of the royal family's attack on the deer family.

House Lions are safe, but House Deer are completely destroyed, and House Lions are the vanguard.

The old lion knew that he had already alienated himself from the Seventh Prince and even the entire Baratheon aristocracy.

In such a situation, it could take anywhere from a few months to a few years before the Queen targets the Lionhearts from somewhere.

At that time, the Lions will suffer an even worse fate than the Deer.

But what can he do?

He had no choice.

If he doesn't do this, the Lions will be in immediate trouble. Because that damned old elk will surely follow his example!

No matter how big the problems of the future may be, they can never be more urgent than the difficulties at hand.

As a nobleman, the old lion knew all too well the character of his kind.

We were tricked, not by the Queen. Since we've entered the game, we have to learn to take the risks.

The old lion isn't so lacking in spirit.

What he truly couldn't accept was the man dressed as a jester in front of him, and the crucial prophecy he had given him!

If it weren't for that damned prophecy, how could he have ended up like this?!

Seeing that the old lion had grasped the key point, the man dressed as a jester smiled and said:

"Since you've thought it through, I'll take my leave now. I'll stay in the guest room you prepared for me."

"Your Grace, that's really comfortable!"

After saying that, the man turned to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by the Lion Family's knights.

He showed no fear, anger, or surprise; he simply smiled and turned to look at the old lion.

"Does Your Grace have anything else to say?"

The old lion stared into his eyes for a long time before finally laughing:

"No, let our guests leave."

The knights of House Lion reluctantly let go of the man who had harmed their master and family.

On the way back to his room, three indistinct figures emerged from beside the man dressed as a jester.

They sneered at the man:

"Your plan is progressing steadily, and you're one step closer to us. I really look forward to seeing how close you'll ultimately be."

"Very good, very good, that's more like it! That's what we prophets should be doing!"

"As a reward for bringing you one step closer to us, I have something I should have told you a long time ago."

For the first time, the man who had manipulated the Lion Family, the Deer Family, and even the entire empire showed a serious expression.

What do you mean by "should have told me sooner"?!

Seeing his expression, the shadow on the left sneered even more:

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's just that a stone slab I left behind was used up a few days ago. And then a prophecy was made that is somewhat related to me."

The man didn't feel relieved; instead, he felt increasingly uneasy.

He's not the rookie he used to be; he knows all too well what the three shadows beside him represent.

It makes it clearer how troublesome things can be when you get involved with them.

Chapter 32, the Great Prophecy, is coming soon!

"What is it?"

"I remember we clearly agreed to maintain a minimum level of trust and assistance! Why did you hide this from us?"

The man was furious. How many times had they gone back on their word?

The shadow said nonchalantly:

"Aren't I telling you this already?"

The man dressed as a jester quickly took a few deep breaths to suppress his turbulent emotions.

The other two shadows also mocked:

"That won't do! You're not qualified to come near us looking like that!"

“I told you long ago, he’s just a lucky idiot. He’s not qualified to get close to us at all. Everything he’s doing now is just thanks to our pity and luck.”

"Shut up! Tell me what you're trying to say!"

The man roared those words viciously at the three shadows.

But the other person just laughed even louder.

Seeing this, the man immediately took out a bottle of medicine, uncorked it, and said:

"Don't force me to commit suicide! I know that only I can see you! If you don't want to be facing two other people forever, then shut up, or I'll kill myself right now!"

After a moment of silence, the three shadows burst into a huge uproar of laughter:

"Hahahahaha!"

"My God, my God, he really thinks he's a jester!"

"Don't push me? Hahaha! He actually tells us not to push him!"

Seeing their continued laughter, the man, embarrassed and angry, said:

"I was serious!"

But the shadows continued to laugh.

"You, you!"

The man really didn't know what to say.

The other party said:

"Stop with the 'yours' and 'ours,' hurry up and drink it!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, drink it quickly."

"If you had taken the Joker's path, you probably would have become a god by now! Seriously, I've never met anyone more suited to be the Joker than you!"

The man was so angry he was trembling all over.

He has been tormented by these three shadows since birth.