Huh? Are they all real?...

The Empress had no intention of using force against the vassals of her teacher.

So after a moment of silence, she said:

"I want to take her away."

"That's impossible! Your Highness must return to the Southern Territory; that is the land that truly belongs to her!"

"Why do you think she's your master's daughter?"

"This is something we've verified repeatedly!"

The empress had intended to suggest testing the bloodline, but this idea ultimately remained unspoken.

Instead, he asked:

"Did you find that person?"

Hadley knew who the Queen was talking about; she was referring to the person who told Potter to take good care of El.

"No, Your Majesty. This is your capital city, don't you have any leads either?"

"If I had it, I wouldn't be asking you."

"Since you are already so clear about this, then we hope that you will cooperate with us on this matter."

"Also, Your Highness, we must bring him back to the Southern Territory, and then we will declare independence. I know this will be a huge blow to the Empire. But you also know that once Your Highness appears, all of this will be unavoidable."

Hadley suddenly realized why the Grand Duke had never told them this.

Because when an heir emerges in Westeros and the Grand Duke is not alive, the country for which the Grand Duke has devoted his life is destined to fall into great turmoil.

The old nobility could not tolerate the existence of an heir in Westeros; it was an extension of their fear of the Grand Duke.

The Southern Territory could not possibly abandon the bloodline of their master, for that was their last spiritual support.

This point is irreconcilable.

So the Grand Duke made his own choice: he hid the child.

My master, why do you have to sacrifice so much for Baratheon?

After a moment of silence, Hadley, having thought of this, continued:

"However, I can promise that we will not become enemies of the Empire. But considering the feelings of the vast majority of our people, we will not offer any assistance to the Empire."

At this point, Hadley carefully observed and pondered the Queen's thoughts.

After seeing that she still didn't react, Hadley finally said after much thought:

“My lord has carried you on this road for so long; please proceed alone from here on out. Moreover, the Southern Territory cannot be without a master.”

This time, the Queen's expression finally showed a slight wavering.

"Let me see her, just me alone, that's all."

Hadley hesitated for a long time before finally stepping aside to clear the stairwell that he had been blocking.

"Your Majesty, please remember, as long as Your Highness cannot return to the Southern Territory, my companions will come!"

"I know."

After watching the Queen go upstairs, the Southern Knight beside Hadley said with some concern:

"My lord, isn't this inappropriate?"

The Queen's only chance to annihilate everything is now!

As long as His Highness is under control, even if the Southern Army besieges the city, they will be helpless.

Hadley shook his head and said:

“I don’t believe her, I believe my master.”

Chapter 57 The Empress's Growth

The empress on the third floor was the one who pushed open the door when she heard the girl inside say:

"I really can't be the daughter of the Grand Duke of Westeros! You must believe me!"

"Even if it's been verified, then there must be something wrong with that thing!"

As they talked, Ayl realized that the person who came was not Hadley, nor anyone else she had seen before, but a stunning beauty whose mere presence overshadowed all the women she had ever seen.

For the first time, Air discovered that she, as a woman, could also lose miserably.

Thankfully, Moen is with the Human Union, so he won't have to see these ridiculously beautiful women here.

Otherwise, he would definitely be bewitched by these women!

An indescribable sense of peace welled up in Aier's heart.

At the same time, she also tentatively asked:

"May I ask who is calling?"

The Queen did not answer Aier; she simply gazed intently at him.

There are no issues with the soul, so he cannot be a blasphemer.

Determining whether someone is a scoundrel has become an almost subconscious behavior for every high-ranking individual in recent years.

He certainly doesn't look like a teacher at all.

With that drop of her blood, does that mean she really has absolutely no connection with the teacher?

Thinking of this, the Empress almost knelt down again, clutching her chest.

As mentioned earlier, what is more terrifying than despair is seeing hope and then losing it.

But there was something else that sustained the Queen: her inspiration!

Her inspiration reminded her that there must be some connection between the girl and her teacher.

The closer one gets to the girl, the stronger this feeling becomes.

But what connection could there be?

She had read Loves Kent's detailed biography several times on the way to the Queen.

The Queen could find no possible connection between her and the Grand Duke of Westeros.

Furthermore, given the Queen's powerful secret service, they were able to narrow down the possible locations of the girl's biological father.

However, due to the relatively long distance, there is no definite information available at present.

The Queen was conflicted about this; she feared knowing the answer while simultaneously yearning for it.

Whether it was divine favor or not, at this moment, the Queen received a prayer from a secret agent.

They found the girl's exact biological father, even though he had already died. Through his relatives, they were able to prove that the girl was indeed a member of that family!

In that instant, the Queen's fear vanished completely!

Because through these clues, she became certain of one thing:

The girl may be a pawn in a plan, but she definitely has a connection with the teacher!

If this were entirely a conspiracy by the prophet, he wouldn't have left such a glaring flaw as bloodline verification. Nor would he have allowed the girl's relatives, who could directly prove her identity, to be found!

According to the information the Queen possessed, there was an ancient clock in the prophet's room.

Given his status as a prophet and the scale of his scheme, that thing must be one of the miracles of the prophetic path—the Clock of Fate.

According to the records, even the Lord of Prophecy at Sequence Zero cannot precisely fool fate; they can only obtain a desired result, and how that result is fooled by fate remains to be seen.

That's something they can't control either.

Therefore, he must have completed this plan with the help of that clock of destiny.

He fooled the fate of the Southern Territory and the Empire, and he fooled the fate of this girl!

Their aim was to achieve the Southern Territory's independence, plunging the Empire into immense turmoil and paving the way for their advancement.

But precisely because of this, it proves that the girl really has a relationship with the teacher.

Because if that's the case, the person Potter Harry met was most likely her teacher, rather than some kind of trick.

How could a mere sequence three possibly accomplish such a foolish act that even sequence zero cannot accurately control?

But why does she have a relationship with the teacher?

She was just an ordinary girl.

Although he is still a low-sequence superhuman, that's nothing.

In silent contemplation, the Empress recalled a piece of intelligence from the documents.

The girl's doctor had diagnosed that if she didn't stop working at such a high intensity, she could die suddenly!

Based on her sequence and the potion's digestion, she should have advanced to the extraordinary realm shortly after that diagnosis.

He pushed himself to the point of potentially dying rather than engage in illegal work, but after being diagnosed with a critical illness, he suddenly wanted to become a superhuman and refused to report to the Overwatch Council after succeeding.

Is she a scourge of corpses?

Supported by a vast intelligence network, the Empress reacted instantly to the key point.

But there was nothing wrong with her soul.

After a brief moment of thought, the Queen nimbly removed her elven cloak, stretched comfortably, and then smiled gently at Er:

"Looks like you've run into big trouble, but luckily you've met me, my friend!" (People's Federation slogan)

Although it was immediately hidden, the Queen did catch the surprise in Aier's eyes.

Even if someone is a superhuman, they are still just a slightly special commoner. How could a commoner know the language of a stranger?

The Empress's lips curled up slightly. That's right, she is a blasphemer!

But why would a teacher care so much about a scoundrel, and why would the scoundrel's soul react in this way?

The Queen recalled a rumor about why the Corpse Worshippers had appeared.

A rumor that must be utter nonsense:

There was a Most High One who wanted to find someone in a foreign land, which He believed was the resting place where people's souls went after a proper death.

"What did you say? Is that a foreign language?"

Aier really hoped that this was a fellow time traveler, so that she would have some initial support.

But she also kept in mind her friend's teachings—those people from other worlds are not fools; they may have already learned the common language of the Human Union, and may even know more about the Human Union than we do.

If someone simply strikes up a conversation with you in a common language, don't be foolish enough to reply directly!

A good response, but it's not very useful.

The answer was already clear when the Queen confirmed Aier's slight surprise.

The laziness he had just displayed vanished instantly, leaving only the dignity and pride befitting a monarch.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Ansa Baratheon, the Queen of this country."

"Stranger, answer me, what do you think I should do with the scourge who has usurped the body of the princess?"

Elmeran's pupils dilated instantly.

How could this happen?!

In that instant, I really wanted to be able to go back to see Moen's El alive, and I immediately took the best approach that all time travelers agreed was the best way to deal with this situation—beg for mercy!

"Your Majesty, please understand! I have truly denied my identity all along! I never intended to profit from this identity. Please, spare me, at least spare my soul!"

Looking at the pleading Er, the Empress's lips curled up slightly.

Excellent, the initiative is now completely in my hands.

Even though Moen had already run far away, a chill ran down his spine.

Aier's soul is well hidden.

The Queen wouldn't discover the problem. Nor could she do anything to her 'daughter' in front of Hadley and the others.

There shouldn't be any oversights, so why do I have this feeling?