Chapter 776: Chapter 25 Royal Family Scandal (4)_2

“You in a suit and sunglasses would probably fit right in, standing next to Situ Yi or that dumbass as the classic evil minion, fiercely battling the protagonist before dying and saying, ‘Actually, I wanted to be a good person.'”

“Wow, that sounds so cool. I might even want to change my image now.” Kerky leaned down teasingly, “So, wear a suit and play the cold-blooded killer next time I lure you to a bar, okay?”

“There’s a certain appeal to that, but unfortunately, I have a thing for gentle ladies with generous curves.”

“Tsk.” Kerky pursed her lips, “Actually, there’s no deep reason for taking this job. I’m just in good terms with Jane and just helping out with a bit of revenge, that’s all.”

Gongsun Ce was taken aback, “What does that dumb woman have to do with it? Isn’t this a Royal Family matter?”

Kerky looked toward Orianna, the female knight, who started speaking awkwardly.

“Actually…”

At the same time, an opulent black and gold carriage stopped at the entrance of the museum. Two white horses with noble stature stood solemnly in front of the carriage, and a driver dressed as an old man alighted from the back, opened the door, and carefully greeted the passenger inside.

“Look, Knight Macrow.” A resigned laugh came from inside the carriage, “Our Mage is still waiting inside, throwing a tantrum.”

Macrow extended his hand forward, “After all these years, Loningleys has never changed, Your Majesty. He has always been this stubborn, eccentric, and very devoted to the Country.”

“He is always our good Mage.”

A right hand clad in a silk glove stretched out, grasping the old commander’s palm. A woman around sixty years old, dressed in a blue and white printed dress with a matching pieced hat, stepped down from the carriage, swinging a beige handbag on her forearm.

She was dressed like an ordinary wealthy lady, but there was no other woman in this kingdom of higher nobility or with more power than her. Her carriage driver was the head of all the knights in the entire Country, her visitor was the wisest Mage in the Country, and her identity was self-evident—Queen of the Morton Kingdom and its dominions and lands, ruler of Albion Island, protector of the faith of the Holy King, Albion Annie Morton.

Apart from the Creator Realm Mages, there were no other people in the museum; the graded Barrier was fully unfolded at this moment, and they stepped into an inner world inaccessible to the visitors. The old commander assisted Her Majesty the Queen into the museum, while animated armors lined up on both sides to welcome her. The Dawn Knight stepped forward, saluted the Queen, and guarded her as she ascended the stairs.

Queen Annie, holding on to the Dawn Knight’s hand, said, “Knight Alandia, I thought you no longer wished to participate in political activities.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Alandia nodded, “I’ve realized that it has no real significance, as the actual administrative power lies in your hands and those of the ministers. The Country needs a bottom-up reform to completely change the rigid administrative system and break down the entrenched classes. However, considering the existence of Shadow Mist City and the responsibilities borne by the Royal Family, such a drastic change would utterly destroy the Country. In the face of incurable issues, political activities are not worth the effort.”

The old commander let out a worried sigh, and Queen Annie patted the knight’s hand, amusedly saying, “Knight Alandia, you really need to learn the art of speaking.”

“Why, Your Majesty?” asked Alandia.

“Do you think these topics are suitable to discuss in front of the Queen?” Queen Annie gently led, “Revolution, drastic reform, ownership of power?”

“Yes, you are the sovereign of the Country.”

Queen Annie said helplessly, “My Dawn Knight… honesty is a precious virtue, but not always required.”

Macrow quickly interjected, “Knight Alandia, promise me, please be as quiet as possible when meeting with Lord Loningleys later, alright?”

Alandia nodded in agreement, saying no more. The three Creator Realm Mages reached the third floor of the museum, and a large hall was cleared out, leaving only one square table for their meeting. Loningleys took the seat on the right; he waited until the three of them were seated and then cut straight to the point, “First item on the agenda, when do you plan to replace the Crown Prince?”

“I don’t understand your hostility toward Charlie, Loningleys.” The Queen sighed, “He is not mature yet, but we can still give him a chance…”

“Put away that damned favoritism of yours! A woman’s compassion is blinding you!” Loningleys growled, “I’d like to ask why you are so favoring of this incompetent?”

“A mother’s love for her child doesn’t need a reason,” the Queen smiled.

Loningleys stood up, angrily saying, “Quit fooling around, you only favor him because he resembles Olerian! But you cannot allow your long-dead husband to impede your current judgments!”

“Loningleys!” Macrow furrowed his brows and gave a warning. Queen Annie let go, signaling her knight to calm down. She folded her hands and spoke with a calmness that was almost detached,

“Perhaps you’ve stated part of the reason. But Loningleys, there are things you don’t understand either. Love often comes without reason. You can clearly see a person’s flaws, predict his future, but you will still hold hopes for him…

Because love is not logical, it’s without reason; it simply burns quietly in your chest, like a warm fire.”

Loningleys sat down, muttering, “I don’t understand, nobody does. Besides you at this table, there are just two old bachelors and a single lady.”

“I should note that I did have a romantic pursuit when I was younger,” Macrow protested, “it just didn’t work out.”