The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1076 Ch.1075 Storm
When a rat infestation breaks out, the most secure place is the royal palace.

As the pale flames exploded, a woman in a black dress strolled in, and Victoria finally let out a long sigh of relief, her breath heavy with sugar.

She closed the crumpled storybook in her hand and placed it on the blanket beside her legs. Without her having to say anything, the maids quickly made a chair for Enid Judit and set out the tea set.

"I just read a story."

The young queen was clearly trying to use another topic to cover up her nervousness and embarrassment.

"Oh?"

"A bloated and boring love story. Honestly, do all writers these days have this problem? When the plot reaches a crucial point, she becomes like a nagging shrew, displaying her conversational skills, causing the captivating story to keep rewinding and advancing, rewinding and advancing..."

Enid sat down in a chair and stopped the maid from putting anything other than black tea into her teacup.

"What's so moving?" she asked casually, picking up the tea tray.

"Flame, or rather, fire."

The Queen gently pinched the three delicate little white diamonds three times with silver tongs, which were specially used to hold sugar cubes, and placed them into her teacup.

God knows what she drank.

"...I was just looking forward to seeing how the protagonist would react to the fire, but this incredibly stupid writer keeps switching between writing about his friend, his friend's friend, the arsonist, their relationships, and the people who died in the fire—"

As Victoria spoke, she seemed genuinely angry: "More than ten pages have passed, Enid, and the fire is back to where it started... They're using this method to cheat people out of their living expenses! By God's grace! Are we selling our paper too cheaply?"

Enid chuckled, "It's nothing, Your Majesty."

She told her the increasingly plump Queen that, good or bad reputation, they were simply trying to attract some kindred spirits and followers.

"Then--"

"Then?"

"Then find a wealthy widow to support you."

The maids standing on either side suppressed their laughter and glanced silently at the woman on the carved palace chair.

This woman…

That's really bold of them.

"...That's one way. I see they have nowhere to spend their money." Perhaps some people don't know that this king, though helplessly confined to a woman's body, is nonetheless a man at heart.

She is a leading advocate for women to return to the home and prevent them from causing trouble in factories—it's just that recently, due to the close ties with the Grey Party, she has to slightly conceal some of her 'consistent' ideas to avoid alienating her supporters…

Ultimately, she believed that the Secret Service's approach was correct.

If the original Victoria were still alive…

What would this country look like?

Enid fell into deep thought.

In Victoria's view, the 'opening remarks' were over.

She gestured with her eyes for the maids to leave the room, leaving only herself and Enid.

"I thought you would cry and hug my leg."

Without her maid, Enid would no longer be 'respectable'—something that probably no one who has spent a long time with a certain gentleman can maintain.

“I have many ritual practitioners around me, Enid. Even without you…”

Victoria wanted to argue, but when she thought about what would happen to her without Enid, she couldn't bring herself to say anything more—the rat infestation in the palace wasn't a problem, of course, this only proved that the cultists manipulating the ritual didn't really consider her their target.

"It is time to initiate the Magna Carta."

Enid, holding her teacup, said something indifferent.

Victoria was both shocked and furious: "Absolutely not! It's what I use to—"

"Something to save your life?" Enid looked at her, as if she could see her now as a child, back to the awkward face of their first meeting. "Believe me, Your Majesty. If there really is an Eighth Ring who wants your life..."

she says.

"I'm afraid you're about to let him succeed."

The judge's meaning was simple: with the current guards in the palace, she was simply no match for an attack from someone who was nearly immortal.

For example, the sacred flame of the eighth ring. "You've gone further than anyone else when it comes to 'spending a lot of money to collect garbage.' Victoria, I'll say it again: it's time to launch the Magna Carta."

That was a strange object.

A wondrous artifact that can only be activated by people of certain bloodlines.

Although the Queen is not a queen, she still meets the conditions to activate it—this is a bit of a mouthful, please forgive me, after all, who else can you think of besides gods when it comes to predicting the future and speaking inhuman language?
"You only have one chance, Enid. Are you crazy? It must be used where it matters most!"

Some powerful, one-time-use abilities should never be used.

deterrence.

Victoria wasn't that stupid, so Enid—

Ah.

"Tell me about it."

Realizing what was happening, the queen immediately relaxed her facial muscles, leaning back limply on the cushion, and sized up the languid woman reclining on the armrest.

"What do you want now?"

If she were to invoke the Magna Carta, the crisis could be resolved before sunset; otherwise, she would have to rely on the power of the Empire.

Political parties, the city government, courtiers, various religious sects…

Including the courtroom.

This also includes her eight-ringed holy flame.

"again?"

Enid chuckled: "How should I know—"

The violent tremor shattered the last few words the woman spoke. It coalesced into an invisible blade of light that spread in all directions, coldly plundering every inch of the city—even as an eighth-ring member, Enid showed a rare look of astonishment.

Exaggerated astonishment.

next second.

Familiar or unfamiliar figures flashed in like lightning. Fully armed, they rushed into the heavily fortified and thoroughly inspected security room, instantly surrounding the nation's most powerful person—even though an octagonist was sitting inside.

"Loyal people are liked everywhere."

Enid commented with a smile, glancing sideways at the sudden gust of wind outside the window.

really…

"Protect me! Enid! You can't leave!"

Enid didn't think so.

She shook her head, slowly put down her teacup, and made a move to rise: "This isn't the effect of a simple eight-ringed ring, Your Majesty. Corruption, mutation, distributing control to individuals by influencing the rat swarm—this method is ultimately opportunistic..."

But what's happening outside the window is different.

"That's not something a simple eight-ring can do—"

The hurricane caused no casualties.

Even if it's just to roll up a crumpled, empty milk carton.

It stands out starkly in the eyes of all those on London's high ring road, a warning to these ordinary people who yearn for greatness but will never reach it in their lifetime—

They were about to witness history firsthand.

“You can’t leave!! Enid Jutia!! I order you to stay in the palace!! You must, you absolutely must—” Victoria thought she was trying to maintain her composure, but in reality, it had long since vanished—her fear was obvious to everyone.

Just an ordinary person...

Enid raised an eyebrow: "But I am the presiding judge, Your Majesty. I must gather my men and maintain order—isn't this the time when the swords of the benefactor need us?"

Victoria stared at her.

“I have something to discuss with you, Judge Judith… Now,” the Queen gritted her teeth, “right here…”

(End of this chapter)