A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 190: The Impending Storm of Bloodshed - II

Within the resplendent royal palace, a congregation of bureaucrats and nobles, absent for a considerable duration, were assembled.

The throne, which had been vacant for some time, its back and armrests ablaze with roaring blood flames, finally welcomed its sovereign.

Ephesande Flamefeast, after a month-long political hiatus, convened a long-awaited court meeting.

This monarch, so parsimonious with her power that she was unwilling to squander it on maintaining her youthful appearance, was striving to drain every iota of ether to combat the chaos eroding her self and soul. From the commencement of the court meeting until now, she had remained silent, expressionless, perched high on her throne, overlooking the nobles and ministers below.

Her countenance, no matter how aged, still exuded an irresistible air of supremacy.

As long as she wore the crown for another day, as long as she could sit on the throne for another day, the entire empire, the entire continent, would have to bow to her.

"During this period..."

The empress's decaying, hoarse voice echoed in the hall. She finally spoke, posing an inexplicably cryptic question, "Has anything interesting happened in the capital?"

The nobles and ministers dared not utter a word, unable to fathom the empress's intentions, they could only maintain their silence.

However, in this increasingly unsettling silence, a crisp, pleasant, elegant, and noble voice shattered the solemnity.

"Mother, I think... the most interesting event, of course, would be the arrival of Lord Ansel."

Suellen, standing at the end of the royal bloodline, bowed slightly to Ephesande, "He will surely make the dull capital interesting in your eyes."

"Hehehe... you're right, little Suellen."

Upon hearing the name "Ansel", a vivid color burst forth in Ephesande's slightly dim eyes. The aged monarch let out a laugh that was clearly joyful, yet somewhat chilling, "Ansel's arrival in the capital is indeed an interesting and delightful event. Speaking of which... he seems to have never come to see me."

Most of the people who had the qualifications and courage to stand here knew very well what the essence of the empire was.

In a sense, it was really just a game of house for the emperor, but the lives and civilization involved, well... it was a bit heavy.

The hall was silent, but everyone felt the temperature rising. The fire that was about to extinguish but could burn everything, and the surging but lacking foundation of the great flame were confronting each other here.

There was no mother and daughter here, no empress and princess, only two "divine species" revered by the world, who were fundamentally different from ordinary people and even extraordinary beings... monsters.

And to prevent monsters from fighting each other...

Of course, it could only be a monster.

Thud, thud, thud.

In the silent hall, the sound of a scepter lightly touching the ground echoed.

Everyone cast their eyes, openly or secretly, on the young man bathed in sunlight. His radiant golden hair shone in the light, highlighting his handsome face, like a divine masterpiece.

...No, he himself was a god who would walk on the earth in the future.

"Um... it seems I've come at a... not so good time?"

Ansel, standing at the entrance of the hall, tilted his head slightly and said in a light tone.

No... no no no! Your timing couldn't be better, Lord Ansel!

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