She Chooses To Destroy the World

The king seemed to be in a very good mood, and he didn't mind answering Alice's questions at all. He stretched his finger to the person sitting behind:

"This woman, Lilière Flamel, she is from the Flamel family and my court mage."

Alice was dumbfounded, feeling that every word that His Majesty said was difficult to understand:

"The court...Mage?"

"You should understand what the palace mage does? Although everyone now believes in the **** of light, out of respect for the **** of light, they usually try to avoid mentioning the **** of night. But there are always places in this world that the sun can't shine. At this time, people who believe in the gods of the night can come in handy. In short, although everyone is usually unwilling to have too much contact with wizards, every decent lord must have an exclusive wizard next to it, otherwise it will appear too No face. Just like your lord Duchess Felix has Mrs. Meredith next to me, there is Lilière by my side. Mrs. Meredith is a famous mage, but not the best, by the king. The mage must be the best, so it must be from the Flamel family. I wrote them a letter and they sent Lilielle to me."

His Majesty the King made a gesture to Lilière and told her to come forward. Lilielle walked out of the shadow of the throne and sat on the king's lap without shy.

The king touched her shoulder:

"You can tell this little friend about the Flamel family."

The mysterious female magician opened her mouth, her tone completely without emotion, her voice slightly dumb:

"The Flamel family is the oldest magician family on this continent. It has all the most famous magicians. Legend has it that Flamel’s ancestors made an agreement with the God of Night. Magical blood was applied to Flamel’s hair. From then on, everyone in the Flamel’s family had extraordinary mana and red hair with a special color. All those who worship the **** of night hope to be able to Build a relationship with the Flamel family and enter the Flamel’s mage tower to study. The Flamel mage tower is the temple in the minds of all the wizards."

After she said this, she turned her head so that Alice could see her hair color clearly.

His Majesty the King put his hand on Lilière's neck and picked up her dreadlocks:

"In our place, people with red hair are quite rare, but Flammel's red hair has a very special color, which is not the same as ordinary red hair."

As His Majesty said, the red color of Alice's hair is not the same as the red hair that can be seen occasionally, but it is no different from the female mage named Lilier in front of her.

Alice, who had never known her own life before, felt her teeth trembling at this time. Is her father really a magician? And also from the most famous family? If this is the case, why did her mother never mention him, and refused to go to his family for help even before she died?

Such a complicated issue cannot be easily concluded in a moment. Alice can only focus on the problem in front of you:

"His Majesty is saying that I actually came from the Flamel family?"

"I didn't say that." His Majesty laughed. "I just said that your hair is the same color as theirs. It's very special. It gave me an interesting idea."

He said this, then turned his head to the Duchess:

"Sylvie, can you lend me your knight for a use?"

The Duchess is a bit wary:

"It depends on what you plan to do with my knight."

"Look at what you said, it seems that I will make people do strange things. I just want her to go to the east, to the Framel Tower, where the followers of the Dark Night God gather, and bring a letter to me. She has such obvious red hair, maybe she will have the opportunity to meet the archmage."

"I don't see why this is necessary." The Duchess' attitude was a little cold, "Why don't you let your own people go?"

"What else can you do, Sylvie, you really like to ask knowingly. If I really dare to send my people to the Mage Tower, before my people leave the capital, my dear uncle Wang will always be bright and great. The high priest of ”will appear here, chattering to me endlessly, saying that as an example of the light, I shouldn’t have too much contact with those believers in the dark...In short, Wang Shu has been in since he was a teenager. The temple, being a man is really a bit old-fashioned, he can tolerate Lilier by my side is already the limit, if I say, it is better not to provoke him."

The duchess did not speak, and was unconvinced. The king knew that as long as she did not object, she basically agreed to half of it.

"I know, because of your sister's business, you have always been dissatisfied with Rachel. If we can reach an alliance with the wizard this time, the capital can kick Rachel away and never have to rely on it anymore. His mercenary guild. I don't need you to move a finger to do these things, you just have to wait and see Rachel make a fool of yourself."

The duchess was obviously a little moved, but she still behaved rather coldly:

"Let me think about it."

"Please." His Majesty did not want to make himself too anxious. "Anyway, we have the time. Welcome to come and sit with me at any time. Your niece can often come to the court to sit and sit, too. I will remind the queen to pay more attention and pay attention to what kind of young talents there are in the king lately."

At this point in the conversation, it seemed that it was coming to an end. Although the atmosphere in the king's meeting hall was not solemn, it was really not pleasant. At this time, the king's attendants came in and informed His Majesty:

"Your Majesty, the deputy chief priest of the Royal Capital Temple is here."

His Majesty's expression suddenly became very cheerful:

"Ah, Etienne is here! Let him in quickly."

He turned his head and smiled at the Duchess:

"Etienne is the new deputy chief priest of our royal temple, a very likable young man...Have you heard of him?"

The Duchess nodded:

"Last year he seemed to show up at my party, but I remember at that time he seemed to be the deputy chief priest of Podzta."

"Yes, it's him." His Majesty nodded. "In the spring of this year, the chief priest of the Royal Capital Temple was changed. The new chief priest wanted to support some of his own people, so he promoted several deputy from the temple outside the city. The chief priest arrives in the royal capital. The deputy chief priest of Etienne was recommended by the chief priest of the Temple of Potzta. He was very young and outstanding. The only drawback was that he had been outside the royal capital for a long time, which seemed a bit...excessive. Cautious. But to the priesthood, this is probably nothing wrong."

The Duchess thought for a moment:

"I still remember the color of his hair... Does he have royal blood?"

His Majesty the King pouted:

"It's just that this is a bit annoying to say. The color of his hair is exactly the same as that of the royal family. This makes some people think that he is the illegitimate son of me or the high priest. I must solemnly declare that it is not true. Etienne The royal lineage of the deputy chief priest comes from Grand Duke Bonetia two hundred years ago, and it has nothing to do with me and the high priest."

When His Majesty the King was talking about this, Etienne, wearing a magnificent drape for the deputy chief priest, walked in from outside. He saw the duchess and his group obviously surprised, but he saluted the king first, and then said:

"I had known that your Majesty had a guest, I should interrupt at another time."

His Majesty shook his head amicably:

"It doesn't matter, I asked them to let you in. Duchess Felix is ​​no outsider."

Etienne turned around, saluted the Duchess Felix, and said:

"His Royal Highness, I have met before, these two are...?"

"This is the niece of the late Duke Felix--" His Majesty the King paused without remembering her name. Miranda quickly stepped forward and curtseyed:

"Miranda."

"--Miss Miranda." His Majesty continued to introduce, "As for this one, but a big celebrity, she is the West Felix collar and is probably the only female knight in the country, Alice Quint."

Although Alice thought about it before coming to the royal capital, she might see Etienne again here. But when she was imagining these things, she didn't expect that the scene of meeting again would be in front of His Majesty the King. She was caught off guard and instinctively made the appearance of the first meeting and saluted Etienne.

Etienne was also obviously surprised, but he was much more calm than Alice, and smiled at this time and said:

"Last year I met Miss Alice once at the party of Her Royal Highness, but she didn't say anything. It's great to know each other this time."

Etienne's behavior is extremely decent, and his attitude is also very suitable for his identity. His Majesty the King is very satisfied. But Alice couldn't help but notice that Etienne was not only similar in appearance to His Majesty the King, but even his voice was somewhat similar to His Majesty the King. If it wasn't for His Majesty the King to specifically mention the source of the royal blood of Lord Etienne, perhaps she would really think that Lord Etienne is the son of His Majesty the King.

At the moment when she was distracted, the duchess exchanged a few words with the king, and then announced goodbye, taking Miss Miranda and Alice out of the king's audience hall.

The Duchess remained silent until they left the palace. It wasn't until they completely left the court and sat in the carriage that the duchess laughed out loud:

"That Etienne is indeed the king's illegitimate child. When I saw him before, I thought he looked alike. I always thought it was just a coincidence... It's so funny."

Alice and Miranda opened their eyes together:

"His Majesty didn't say..."

The duke looked at these two innocent girls with very loving eyes:

"If the royal lineage of the Vice-Priest Etienne really comes from Grand Duke Bonetia, there is no need for His Majesty the King to clarify this matter personally."

"But His Majesty also mentioned the High Priest, why are you so sure?" Miranda asked tentatively.

The duke's eyes became more loving:

"Stupid girl, if the high priest has an illegitimate child, His Majesty the King will not bother to cover up for him, let alone mix himself in. He will only shake the matter out in a more ingenious way so that the high priest can do it. Worry, so as not to trouble him every day."

Miss Miranda, who was not deeply involved in the world, widened her eyes, deeply feeling that the relationship between people in the court was really terrible. But the Duchess’ answer would only deepen Miss Miranda’s questions, so after a while, she started asking questions again:

"Why does Your Majesty the King have an illegitimate child? When I was at home, I heard them say that His Majesty the King loves the Queen very much."

The words of Miss Miranda’s child made the Duchess laugh:

"Of course the king loves the queen. This marriage between them has stabilized the North for nearly two decades. If you change someone to become the queen, you can't achieve such an effect. But the king's love for the queen does not prevent him from loving others... Aristocratic marriage is such a thing, don’t imagine it too beautiful."

The words of the duke made Miranda shrank, who had been asked by her parents to come to the capital to seek marriage partners. But the strong human desire for gossip prevailed, and Miss Miranda mustered up the courage to continue to ask her serious aunt:

"Does Your Majesty the King have many mistresses?"

The Duchess glanced at her, seeming to be weighing whether she had reached the age to discuss this topic, and finally answered her:

"There were probably two or three before and after. The female mage you saw today, Liliel, has been with the king the longest. In terms of age, the deputy chief priest of Etienne may be Liliel. Born."

Alice, who had been pursing her lips all the time, interjected suddenly:

"She is a magician. She should be able to dispense medicine for herself without giving birth to a child."

The duke seemed to think that the topic was a bit too deep, she frowned a little, but still answered:

"Perhaps His Majesty wants a child with red hair and uses that child to draw him closer to the Mage Tower. Unfortunately, Lily Elle was born with a golden hair. There is no way to use it. He can only be an abandoned child and throw it away. The temple fends and perishes."

The duke seemed to no longer want to continue this topic, she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, and made a final conclusion to the young deputy chief priest of the temple:

"poor child."