The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

"Dio, I heard your editorial work has yielded results?"

Roger's eyes lit up instantly!

He took out a thick stack of manuscript paper and respectfully handed it over: "Your Majesty, I have presided over the editorial work on the Manyu City Incident, up to your great victory over the Wabrugga Kingdom!"

"Hmph, let me take a look!"

The Eternal Night Empress took it and opened it.

The historians present were so nervous that they forgot to breathe.

Achievements?

Lord Brando really dares to say that; we have written down everything that Your Majesty has done in detail.

I'm afraid those words, 'achievements,' need several layers of quotation marks, right?

The greater your expectations of Her Majesty, the more miserable your ending will be!

Unlike his subordinates' nervousness and worry, Roger was more joyful than respectful on the surface.

[She's getting anxious! Her teleportation used to have no energy overflow, but now it's so loud; she's probably heard something from the curator.]

[Looks like this wave is steady; I'm going to break free from this office! Thanks to Manyu City! Thanks to the Wabrugga Kingdom!]

The Eternal Night Empress was too lazy to listen to Roger's inner thoughts; her attention was entirely on the draft of Volume 10 of "The History of the Green Vine Empire" before her.

The more she read, the uglier her face became.

Her breathing became more and more rapid.

Those bloody nights that she had almost forgotten were evoked by lines of gorgeous, fluent, and well-organized text.

Her fourth brother, who taught her how to use a bow and arrow, the brother who personally guided her to shoot her first bunny, who kidnapped her to use her in a political marriage to please the Crown Prince of the Wabrugga Kingdom…

The empire was precarious, her parents' bones were not yet cold, the uncle's manor's banquet was still extravagant, the dancers were so beautiful, discussing the spices and tea that had spread in from the East with the staff…

The sallow-faced and emaciated refugees looked at her, begging the little princess, once known for her benevolence, to grant them even a little bit of food to get through this long summer…

The civilians of the Wabrugga Kingdom, before their deaths, had the same desire to live as the people of the Empire…

Scenes from the past, with countless civil and military officials trying to cover up the Empress's blemishes, were now dug out and narrated in a fair and ruthless tone!

She suddenly raised her head and glared at Roger!

You don't understand; you don't understand what I've been through; you don't know that I had no choice!

Those ignorant people won't understand, and the enemies will use these things to attack me. I've done so much for the Empire, but I still have to bear the infamy…

Bang!

Bang!!

Bang!!!

A terrifying magical storm filled the entire room, then exploded, affecting a vast area.

A third of the Grand Library collapsed!

Countless people were blown away, facing an apocalyptic scene in confusion.

Then, they saw the Eternal Night Empress floating in mid-air, her long golden hair flying without wind, and complex three-dimensional magic patterns appearing on her snow-white skin.

The rank above Legendary, the Eternal Night Empress, with full combat power!

She looked down at Roger like a god:

"Dio Brando, how dare you write like this? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Roger was only injured by the aftermath of her aura, with blood already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

But he just wiped it away lightly, raised his head slightly, met the Empress's deep eyes, which were swept by a violent tsunami, and said calmly:

"Your Majesty dares not kill me, cannot kill me; you will only dismiss me for my lack of ability."

He looked disheveled, like a firefly that could be extinguished by an angry storm at any time compared to the bright moon-like Empress.

But he naturally revealed a confidence that no one understood.

The Empress's reaction, the current situation, was all as expected.

Chapter 19: Who is the Greatest Empress?

A cloud of mist enveloped the collapsed area of the Grand Library.

The core area of the thick fog, that is, the former office of the historical recorder, did not allow any sound or light to penetrate.

Those melon-eating masses who curiously looked in the direction of the source of the magic storm, wanting to know what friction had occurred between the Eternal Night Empress and the new historical recorder, Dio, suddenly felt a sharp pain in their eyes.

Their eyes were red and swollen, and hot tears were streaming down their faces, as if they had been sprayed with chili water.

Magicians also mastered the means of healing.

But the Eternal Night Empress's methods were even better, using a continuous effect to suppress their spells to the lowest level; the tears just couldn't stop.

Curator Rodney was not spared either, crying and regretting:

"Curiosity killed the cat; knowing that the Empress didn't want people to see, I just couldn't help it…"

Naturally, the more things are hidden, the more everyone can't help but be curious…

That historical recorder obviously wrote something to make Her Majesty so angry.

So, what exactly did he write?

I really want to know!

Damn it!

I probably won't have a chance to see it in the future!

In the center of the thick fog.

The historical advisors had already passed out; the Eternal Night Empress took a deep breath and looked mockingly at Roger:

"Tell me, why don't I dare to kill you? And can't kill you?"

She thought Roger was going to show off his past achievements, reveal that he was Angelina's younger brother, or expose that there was a hidden organization behind him…

But the Empress had already decided that no matter who was behind Roger, she would kill this mixed-up kid who wrote history to vent her anger!

But Roger's answer was not any of the Eternal Night Empress's expectations.

He responded calmly with a bit of a smile:

"I am nobody; I am just an ordinary citizen, a commoner that Your Majesty bought with a thousand gold. Your Majesty used me to set a precedent for commoners to become officials, and if you kill me in ten days, what will those commoners who were so grateful and hopeful of Your Majesty think? Wouldn't they think that Your Majesty is afraid of the noble lords of the Congress?"

"I... fear... no... one!"

The Eternal Night Empress hated Roger's calmness at this moment.

She only felt that this logically clear statement was even more hateful than his previous disrespect towards her.

Her starry eyes burned with anger, and a terrifying magic energy shone on her hands, which could turn into a humanoid turret in the next second, blasting Roger into scum.

But in the end, she didn't cast a single spell; instead, her anger gradually subsided.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing me."

Roger took a small half-step forward when he saw her expression.

A move to checkmate.

Plus adding fuel to the fire.

The Empress was afraid after all.

She was afraid of the mouths of the people, afraid that her hard work would be ruined, afraid of betraying the trust of her followers…

The Eternal Night Empress had the final say in the Empire and could forcibly promote anything.

But the matter of allowing commoners to become officials touched the interests of the nobles, and she encountered a lot of opposition.

The councilors who were loyal to her were arguing fiercely with those traditional nobles, and it seemed that they had achieved important results.

At this time, if she personally killed the commoner she had appointed…

Then all the efforts she had made before to "recruit talents regardless of origin" and to create a new era for the Empire would become castles in the air.

The common people would only distance themselves further from her.

Are you kidding us, Your Majesty?

So this Dio Brando really can't be killed.

Not only can't he be killed, but she also has to protect him so that he won't be killed by others.

So as not to give people the false impression that the traditional nobles are powerful and the Empress is also unable to protect her own people.

Otherwise, who else would dare to serve in the court?

This was the first time since Empress Eternal Night ascended the throne that she wanted to kill someone but couldn't.

The Eternal Night Empress stared at Roger, every word squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying the biting ice wind of the Northern Territory:

"Dio Brando, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you; I am proud of Your Majesty's achievements."

"Then you wrote down my negative history and smeared my image?"

"I didn't deliberately smear it; I just…"

Roger stood up straight and said proudly, "I love Your Majesty, but I love the truth even more!"

"You... you actually…"

The Eternal Night Empress looked at the historical recorder standing proudly in front of her with clear eyes and suddenly felt confused.

This time, he was unprecedentedly sincere.

What he said was what he thought.

He really cared about those truths, even at the risk of his life, to make them public?

Isn't this the lazy, insincere kid she knew?

How could he be so rigid after changing his identity, as if he had some of the demeanor of a famous minister?

Knowing that it is impossible to do, but still doing it, and doing and saying everything according to one's wishes.

The Empress seemed to see a flash of heroism in Roger!

Shocking beyond belief!

She suddenly stopped being angry.

She was even a little gratified.

Although this kind of person is not suitable to be her historical recorder, he may be entrusted with greater responsibility!

The Eternal Night Empress decided to suspend Roger from serving as a historical recorder and re-employ him after thinking of a suitable job for him.

Just at this moment, that familiar inner voice appeared in the Eternal Night Empress's heart again:

[I was scared to death; I thought Blood Mom was going to lose control of her emotions and really slaughter me; finally, my skills were superior, and I fooled her!]

[Spreading the truth is important, but saying goodbye to this boring historical recorder position and unlocking my new lying-flat posture is more important!]

[It's really hilarious; Blood Mom actually cares so much about a history book, so much about her reputation; this is a bit... naively cute!]

The Eternal Night Empress's just calmed down mood suddenly became turbulent again.

Cute?

She had been given countless negative evaluations such as brutal, bloodthirsty, evil, depraved, crazy, and promiscuous.

But this was the first time someone had said she was cute.

These two words were very effective!

Instantly making the Empress's emotion disappear.

This mixed-up kid actually dares to say that I'm cute?

She couldn't help but sneer: