My queen is rebelling!

In the study, Queen Effie held a report from the Extraordinary Arena, her gaze lingering on a few lines: “...Defeated the Lich, devils, and orc legions on the ravaged land, establishing glorious Effie amidst blood and fire...”

Standing beside her, Prime Minister sighed: “Well said indeed, and such outstanding talent. I wonder whose child this is; I truly wish to meet them.”

Queen Effie was slightly surprised, somewhat taken aback by her father's high praise.

Her father's judgment was always extremely discerning; it was rare for him to be so laudatory of a young person.

After reading the report, she murmured to herself: “Able to contend with seven opponents of the same rank at Tier 1, winning with such ease, and unwilling to show their true face… could they not be one of Effie's own?”

The Prime Minister said: “I heard that they will continue to challenge tomorrow, and have signed up for ten matches in one go. I don’t know if it's genuine confidence or just showing off.”

“Does Father want to go and see?”

The Prime Minister replied: “It's not necessary. Send someone.”

The Queen nodded slightly: “That's what I was thinking as well.”

A knock came from outside the door: “Your Highness, Prime Minister, His Majesty and Prince Haug are about to enter the palace.”

The Prime Minister asked in surprise: “How did His Majesty get mixed up with Haug? When did their relationship become so good?”

The Queen replied calmly: “His Majesty is undergoing his Extraordinary initiation with Uncle.”

The Prime Minister's lips twitched slightly: “Did he succeed? Is he a 【Holy Knight】?”

“Probably, otherwise he wouldn’t suddenly come to the palace.”

The Prime Minister inconspicuously curled his lip: “Doesn’t he dislike cultivation? It's a pity that even if he succeeds, he'll only be Tier 1. At this age… it's too late. I remember you were almost Tier 5 when you were sixteen.”

The Queen said calmly: “Isn't your esteemed ‘Lord of Shadows’ also Tier 1?”

The Prime Minister chuckled: “If he had half the strength of the ‘Lord of Shadows,’ I would return the government to him now, and go home to wait for grandchildren!”

— This world is, after all, a world of the extraordinary. Fists are more important than anything. The higher a monarch's talent and the stronger their strength, the more confidence they can give to the people and nobles, and the more cohesive the country will be.

The Queen's lips twitched slightly: “Then you should continue being your Prime Minister!”

The Prime Minister clearly began to seize the opportunity: “I'm saying, my dear daughter, you're almost at the Legendary Tier. Even if he's been giving you the cold shoulder, can't you take the initiative? Our Angrian family is still counting on you to carry on the family line!”

The Queen's face was like ice: “You don't mind that he's only six years old at this point?”

“Mentally six years old doesn't mean his body is six years old. I don't care; I want to hold a grandchild within two or three years…”

“Father!”

“Alright, alright, I won't push you. You handle it yourself.”

Soon, Cohen and Prince Haug arrived at the study.

The Prime Minister bowed slightly in greeting.

The Queen sensed the aura on Cohen's body and asked: “Your Majesty is already Tier 1?”

Cohen nodded: “Yes, Sister. But Uncle said my aura isn't very stable yet, so I might have to stay with him for a few days to stabilize my realm.”

Cohen blinked, feeling that his always cold and beautiful Queen Sister's face had slightly flushed.

Was he seeing things?

Little did he know that a few minutes ago, a shameless old man was discussing the topic of grandchildren with his good sister.

At this moment, the Queen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed upon seeing Cohen.

Cohen didn't think much about it. He came to the palace this time specifically to tell his Queen Sister.

He had many things to do in the next few days and might not be able to appear in the palace.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, he wanted to give a heads-up in advance.

The Queen nodded slightly, saw Prince Haug, and suddenly had an idea. She handed the report on the table over and said: “If Uncle is free tomorrow, could you go to the Extraordinary Arena?”

Haug was stunned, took the report, and looked at it: “Does Your Majesty mean you want me to observe this ‘Lord of Shadows’ up close?”

“Yes, after thinking it over, I think Uncle is the most suitable person to go. If we can recruit them into the royal family, I hope Uncle will be the one to step forward.”

The Queen's words made Cohen's mouth taste complicated.

If Uncle stepped forward, the recruited force would naturally be a direct line of His Majesty the King.

Could it be that he had really misunderstood his Queen Sister before?

Could it be that he wasn't playing the Han Xiandi script, but Liu Bingyi, Emperor Xuan of Han?

Haug glanced imperceptibly at Cohen beside him, who had just told him what happened in the Extraordinary Arena.

The Prince looked at the Queen with a hint of subtle strangeness, thinking, 'Do you know that this "Lord of Shadows" is standing right in front of you pretending to be a child!'

Cohen fell into another silence, and after a long time, he finally replied: “I can't completely trust her at the moment.

Perhaps she is sincere, or perhaps she is a skilled actress who has deceived us all.

Frankly, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I can't take the risk.

Moreover, there are too many eyes and ears in the palace. The more people who know, the greater the risk of exposure. Before I have complete control over Florence, my true situation can only be known by a few people.”

Prince Haug sighed: “At least your mother has always regarded Adelle as a daughter.

The cold war you've had with her, including your current unwillingness to trust her, is it because she took away your mother's love, and you've been acting out of childhood jealousy?”

Cohen stopped, his eyes revealing a complex expression. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: “Perhaps. Since the Queen has said so, then Uncle will go to the arena tomorrow.

But unless it's absolutely necessary, without my signal, don't expose yourself easily.”

…

Early the next morning, the gates of the Extraordinary Arena were crowded with citizens who had come to watch the matches.

Thanks to Raymond's high-profile promotion, almost the entire city of Florence was focused on this "Lord of Shadows" who had won ten consecutive victories and would continue to challenge higher-level opponents.

Cohen changed into a high-collared hunting outfit, and also changed the style and color of his mask, entering the arena inconspicuously.

Otherwise, if he were still dressed as he was yesterday, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter the gate.

After entering, the stands on the upper floors were already crowded with people. His gaze swept casually, and he spotted Nephthys in the crowd.

What caught his attention was that a blond man was standing in front of Nephthys, saying something to her. The two seemed to be arguing fiercely about something.

Cohen could feel the resistance and annoyance in Nephthys's heart.

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly and walked over.

The sound of the two talking came: “...Young Master Bogus, I remind you again that the so-called engagement was never discussed with me. It's just your mother's wishful thinking, and it doesn't count at all.

Don't bother me anymore. Do you have to make things difficult for everyone to stop?”

The young man named Bogus clenched his teeth, seemingly trying to suppress his impending anger: “Then why didn't you mention it before? Why are you suddenly going back on your word now?

Do you think that by climbing the high branches of the ‘Battle Temple,’ you can abandon our DuPont family?”

Nephthys's face darkened, her voice filled with anger: “I have been expressing my attitude to your mother, but your mother is unwilling to see me!

The reason I'm telling you now is because I signed an employment contract with a gentleman, and I don't want these boring things to interfere with that contract!”

Bogus widened his eyes, jealousy burning in his face, and almost roared: “What gentleman? What contract? Nephthys, how dare you sign a contract with another man without my permission!”

Nephthys's face suddenly turned as cold as ice, and she said in a cold voice: “Mr. Bogus DuPont, I solemnly tell you that I have never had any relationship with you, including your DuPont family!

It was Aunt Morton who took care of me since I was a child, not your DuPont family!

Since you don't want to be decent, then I might as well say it openly.

Return Aunt Morton's belongings to me, and I will have nothing to do with your DuPont family!”

Bogus's handsome face was completely distorted. He had long regarded the lovely and beautiful Nephthys as his private property, but now Nephthys's cold and resolute words directly shattered his beautiful dream, causing him to fall into the abyss.

He shouted loudly: “Dream on! If you have the ability, come to our house and take it yourself!”

“You!”

Just as the two were about to come to blows, Cohen's voice rang out from behind them: “Didn't hear you say you were coming today?”

Nephthys heard the voice, turned around, saw the person, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she frowned slightly and said in a low voice: “Sir, did you hear everything just now?”

Cohen replied: “I didn't hear much. You seem to have run into some trouble. Do you need help?”

Nephthys shook her head gently: “This is my private matter. I will handle it.”

Cohen slowly reached out and patted Nephthys's head: “I won't allow my people to be entangled in some boring trouble. If you need help, please be sure to speak up.”