The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

"The Duke of Wellington entrusted me to help him find the descendants of King Tara, but there has been no news for many years. Moreover, my intelligence network in Victoria has never been very complete, so I wanted to come to you to inquire."

Clovisia gave a mysterious smile.

"Oh, why did you come to me with this question? I thought you had already asked that little girl, Kester."

“The Duke of Caesar only controls the western part of Victoria, but you control the heart of the entire Victoria—when I ask someone, I like to get to the bottom of things.”

Qiao Yelan smiled and complimented him.

"Of course, I know where King Gael's descendants are, and it is I who have provided them with protection. In return, the adult descendants of King Gael must come to Londinium every now and then to ensure that they have no intention of defecting."

The unicorn uttered words that would terrify any Tara.

"So how do I get this intelligence?"

"We'll talk about that later—what I want to know is, did you intend to sell this information to the Duke of Wellington?"

"Of course not. It's always better to keep this kind of card in your own hands. The Duke of Wellington has been waiting for many years, so it won't hurt to let him wait a few more years—after I've arranged Tara's fate."

Clovisia picked up her teacup, concealing her expression.

And so it was. When Qiao Yelan so confidently and so easily decided the fate of a nation, she looked at that gentle, smiling face and couldn't control her expression or her heartbeat.

She remembered the first time she met Qiao Yelan.

When a pure unicorn encounters an evil spirit of the complete opposite, one of them will always be corrupted by the other.

When Qiao Yelan gently held her hand, guiding her through every thread of fate, allowing her to experience the most wonderful drama in the world, Clovisia succumbed to it all without resistance.

Unicorns are drawn to purity—and pure evil spirits are, of course, also pure.

“If that’s the case, then I suggest you wait a bit longer—the couple seems to want a new child, and with their eldest daughter, there will be two newborn Taradrac.”

Clovisia chuckled and put down her teacup.

"You've always liked having a backup plan, haven't you?"

"As always, only you understand my thoughts."

Qiao Yelan picked up the teapot and poured fresh black tea into their teacups.

"How about leaving this to me? When their second child grows up, I'll eliminate the couple and then have you appear as the savior to raise and educate those two children, what do you say?"

“That wouldn’t be good. We are ultimately partners walking side by side, so the risk of exposure is never zero—besides, I don’t want to get your hands dirty.”

The man gently rejected Clovisia's suggestion.

This troublemaker is someone Babel can't handle, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much time communicating with her—so he can't let Clovisia's behavior become a destabilizing factor in his plans, because he can't control it.

"Then what should we do? They don't want to get involved in political struggles at all right now, otherwise they wouldn't be so obedient and have been reporting to me on time for hundreds of years."

The woman was somewhat confused.

“They will help us with that—we just need to get the information to the Duke of Wellington.”

Wellington?

"An old man watching his life slowly come to an end, a marshal commanding Victoria's most formidable army, decides to dedicate all his achievements to his country in exchange for independence, only to find that the leader of the Tara people is unwilling to take the position, unwilling to lead their people to freedom—"

"What would he say? Would he tell himself, and his men, that his life, his ideals, and everything he fought for were just a joke—let's all disperse."

Qiao Yelan's tone remained unchanged: kind, gentle, and relaxed with a touch of humor.

"The ones who will kill that unambitious couple are not you or me, but the people of Tara who have placed their hopes on them."

A beautiful spark ignited in Clovisia's eyes once again.

She knew it, she knew it!

Even with Victoria's vast territory and large population, and even though she had spared no effort in gathering talented writers to compose opera after opera for her—

But it still couldn't compare to the few words Qiao Yelan casually uttered.

The oppressed people yearned for independence, and the degraded warriors longed for glory. To endure those dark and hopeless times, they worshipped their king as a god, firmly believing that one day, their king would lead them to a bright future.

But what if their king has no desire to become their god, no desire to lead them out of oppression and toward freedom?

How will the people view this? What will the soldiers do?

"No, you are not our king! You are just a hypocritical shell, a body hollowed out by the Victoria Red Dragon and Sargon Aslan—you dead soul! How dare you call yourself king! How dare you defile this bloodline!"

The unicorn softly sang poetic lines.

The people who gathered because of the king will eventually kill their king in order to remain together.

This bright red blood should certainly not have appeared on my sword.

Because that would greatly diminish the tension of the drama.

Will Wellington kill the couple?

"Yes, and he will do it before the other Tara people realize what the couple is like—because he dares not gamble that the Tara people will remain so steadfastly united around King Gael after they have seen what he looks like now."

"That's his army, his factories, his people—he can't destroy his own Great Wall!"

Qiao Yelan's final assessment.

"That's such a pity."

The unicorn said somewhat disappointedly, after all, Wellington's assassination meant that the climax of the drama would be greatly diminished.

Is this all I'm supposed to see?

"Of course not—you can record this scene with concrete evidence, and then, at some point, play this videotape filled with despair throughout Tara."

The man chuckled and delivered a new high point to the unicorn.

"Imagine this: to conceal the corrupt and decadent 'god,' the wise leader of the people personally killed him, covering up the truth so that the people could continue to follow him—but when the wise leader finally led the people to the end of their dreams, they discovered the videotape of the wise leader killing the 'god' years ago..."

"So, what will people who have never witnessed the corruption and depravity of 'God' think? And what will they do?"

Clovisia gently covered her mouth, feeling that her thoughts and ears were firmly under Qiao Yelan's control.

The death of the king was indeed a brilliant drama, but she had already seen one before—Aslan, also a king who died abandoned by his people.

Therefore, Qiao Yelan cleverly changed the protagonist for her. The king's death may be insignificant, but when the moment comes, this truth will inevitably destroy everyone who has ever covered it up.

—The Duke of Wellington is the true protagonist of this drama.

Born of a different race, harboring deep-seated beliefs, yet forced to rely on a country that oppresses its own people.

Despite his numerous battles and glorious achievements, he never forgot his love for his homeland.

With a large army at his disposal, he could finally establish his own independent regime and realize his long-held ambitions.

In any play or novel, he would be the absolute protagonist; the favor bestowed upon him by fate is undeniable.

until--

Qiao Yelan has placed Wellington's fate before her own.

He merely extended his finger and fiddled with a few threads, and our protagonist was firmly bound within the spider web, heading towards his doom along what he thought was the only path to escape alive.

"What a perfect drama... I can't wait to see it."

The woman muttered to herself.

"That will take some time, whether it's until King Gale's second child grows up or Wellington makes the painful decision."

Qiao Yelan's voice startled Clovisia from her reverie.

"Yes, it's really terrible—even though immortals suffer from the passage of time, I look forward to it."

The unicorn stood up, walked up to Qiao Yelan, and cupped his face in its hands.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for helping me find meaning in life and for giving me one dramatic scene after another, so that I will never feel any fear of time again."

She removed Qiao Yelan's respirator, gently kissed his lips, and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

I knew it.

At this moment, Qiao Yelan had already focused her attention on her past outbursts.

How many landmines have you planted for me, you bastard?

You don't even know how many people you've flirted with, do you?

He was completely unaware that he was actually introducing himself.

Because Clovisia has already taken it a step further.

Wait, why is she sticking out her tongue?

Hey, hey, where are you putting your hands? Don't press down on me, I'm in a wheelchair!

The wheelchair—the wheelchair has slid away!

The two of them collapsed onto the thick cashmere carpet with a thud.

But Clovisia didn't care about that. Her breathing became rapid, and her watery eyes could see nothing but Qiao Yelan.

Yes, our dear Dr. Joe has considered all the possible tactics the other side might use and has taken countless precautions—

Unfortunately, Clovisia was not like the Duke of Kester, who was powerless and needed external help to suppress Qiao Yelan.

She can do this with both hands.

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