Prosperity is as you wish, empress, stop dreaming of me

Time in the Chamber of Secrets stood still at this moment. Even the sound of breathing quietly disappeared.

The wind whistling outside the palace did not affect the place in any way, and the nightingale stood in front of the Empress, the copper mirror behind her side, and the overhead light reflected an incredulous face.

She didn’t speak.

The half-kneeling nightingale seemed to be able to feel the magic emanating from the empress on her head, and the nightingale was very stressed, as if an invisible hand was ravaging her heart.

The nightingale believes that he is healthy and should have no problem hearing.

But at this moment, she wished she was deaf.

The amount of information in just one sentence almost burst her brain, making her thinking stagnate.

The nightingale barely calmed himself down, puzzlement, apprehension, and trepidation lingered in his heart, and some trembling voices sounded in this space.

“Your Honor… You’re kidding, right?

“You can fix it, it’s because your subordinates are incompetent that you need to do it yourself…”

the more Nightingale spoke, the more flustered he became.

The Great Empress did not respond to her questions.

Or rather, it wasn’t a problem in the first place.

She would ask these words, but it was more like a joke.

For a while, the nightingale was weak.

The powerful body that could easily carry the magic chariot softened and collapsed to the ground.

The cold temperature of the ground took away her heat, and the heat of her brain made her stunned and stared at the empty ground.

She still can’t forget that day.

The nightingale got a newspaper, a brand new and first hot newspaper, and when she touched it with her fingers, the ink she had sprinkled with magic did not seem to have dried up.

There was a little cold text, but she felt a scalding temperature that she had never felt before.

She can still recall that on the most striking column, every word on it –

Empress Via’s unprecedented wisdom, summing up life experience, through the actual study of ordinary people, invented the steam engine, greatly improved the efficiency of farming and knitting, so that everyone in the inhabitants of Iberia could eat fresh wheat and rice.

Great decrees will be desperate to squeeze every drop of our blood into the demonic limit, and everyone will be happier.

Let us praise the great Witch Queen, Your Honor Queen, who is holy, honorable and glorious, you are a messenger sent by the gods, a beautiful goddess of heaven, whose honorable name spreads across the continent, and whose god of light is jealous of your abilities and slanders your origin, but we still believe that your glory will banish the darkness for us.

The newspaper printed 100,000 copies.

In less than half a day, it was sold out in Iberia.

She took dozens of copies alone.

When every witch reads this report, there is a heartfelt sense of pride, they know that their past experience can never defeat them.

Because there are people above them.

An unprecedented being with both strength and wisdom.

Her omnipotence gave confidence to an entire kingdom.

It stems from confidence in one’s own country and the expectation of future life.

In this continent where theocracy is supreme, a hole has been torn, and the empress has replaced the God of Light and has become a faith.

Everyone thinks so, because the omnipotent empress must be another messenger sent down by the gods.

The God of Light favors only noble knights, devout believers and pure nuns.

The knights guarded the glory of the nobility and were proud of it.

The witches lost their freedom and became prisoners of the church, left to their slaughter.

And from the belief in the empress, they have the courage to fight against the God of Light.

The witches look difficult to get along with, feel proud of anyone, and ordinary people fear their power.

But they still won’t aim any blade at their compatriots, the compatriots of the Witch Empire, and everyone in the Witch Empire, including ordinary people, is their compatriot.

Via walked slowly to the nightingale’s side.

In his hand a small part of the steam engine.

The nightingale’s lost face was full of complexity.

She has always been calm and plain, it is difficult to stop her thoughts, and she almost let the magic leak out.

The nightingale looked back and forth hundreds of times, and she could recite the above praise for the empress.

The Empress is the inventor of the steam engine, isn’t it?

But…… The more she thought about it, the more profound the scene of her stealing learning became in her mind.

Kahn taught Alaine seriously, and Alayne’s secretly admiring gaze kept on Kahn’s body.

Arrogant, difficult to get along with, amazingly talented dwarf who sees Kahn as his best friend.

Obviously, at that time, he should have realized that Kahn’s was not ordinary.

Is it the magic of the church that makes me reluctant to think for a few more minutes?

Or is the worship of the empress unwilling to let itself delve into it?

Or maybe the sad pride of the Witch Legion Commander stopped her…

What is this yourself?

He also vainly tried to compete with Kahn.

Kahn, who can give this supreme honor to the empress and bring a home to all witches, has made a contribution far beyond her useless waste.

How pathetic!

Viya returned to her throne, not looking at the gaffe Nightingale, and set her sights on the part in her hand.

She never wanted to keep this matter in her heart.

Viya doesn’t need these useless reputations.

However, the Empress of the Witch needs…

In a trance, she seemed to remember that day.

Kahn, who looked excited, ran over.

He really looked like a child at the time, and even she couldn’t help but be infected.

The sound of joy is still unforgettable.

For the queen’s memory, every detail of Kahn’s body can be easily recalled, every corner of his clothes.

Kahn, who was black and smelled of pungent engine oil, came to her.

His fingers had some wounds, and I don’t know if they were scratched by steel.

Kahn stretched out her hand and carefully held out a small part that was exactly the same size as the one she was now.

He said in expectant words, this is our hope for the future, it is something that the great Empress Viya has researched, and everyone can be fed.

His eyes like little beasts shocked her.

Viya did not respond to his words.

She knows.

I had to accept the gift.

But actually, the Empress is quite unworthy of this gift.

Weiya put down the parts in her hand and got up again.

“The nightingale…” The

wide, silent chamber once again sounded the Empress’s unique voice.

The nightingale’s eyes lost focus, and the moment he heard this voice, he raised his weak body.

“Your Empress is also a despicable person.”

“Your fellow witches, you need a faith, and Kahn helped me perfect this faith.”

“I’m sorry, this machine, I…”

This was the first time the Nightingale had heard the Empress’s apology.

Click, click.

This moment.

It was as if something had shattered in the nightingale’s heart.