I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"what?"

Tiberius' smile froze instantly, and a bad premonition surged into his heart like a tide:

"What happened?"

"Our movement... has been hampered."

The Chaos Cult members' faces were gloomy, their eyes filled with frustration and anger:

“There are bad people among the crowd!”

"According to the plan, we have dispatched a large number of members to various areas of Splenda, preparing to attack civilians and create large-scale panic."

"However, the imperial authorities seemed to have anticipated our plan and deployed professionals among the masses to conduct sting operations."

"Not only did we fail to achieve the expected results, but we also lost a lot of manpower."

The box instantly fell into deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

They were celebrating their victory just now and had never expected to hear such news.

"What did you say?"

Tiberius stood up suddenly, and the wine glass slipped from his hand and fell on the carpet with a dull sound. The dark red wine seeped into the texture of the fabric like blood.

"A sting operation? Professionals?"

His face turned livid, and his eyes burned with anger.

"Are you just making up an excuse to put me off?"

"Most of the sheriffs in charge of Splenda's internal affairs are ordinary people. Where do all these 'professionals' come from?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

Faced with Tiberius' questioning, the fallen man's expression became even uglier.

He took a deep breath and spoke the truth in a voice that suppressed his anger:

"Sir, the matter is more serious than you think."

"Of course there aren't that many professionals in the departments under the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."

"Because those conducting sting operations on the streets of Splenda are all elite soldiers from the 1st Guards Infantry Division."

Tiberius: ???

Upon hearing this news, Tiberius burst out laughing.

He pointed at the Fallen, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice filled with sarcasm:

"Do you even know what you're talking about?"

"The Guards Corps is the most elite force in the Empire. Even the Minister of War can only mobilize these troops with the explicit authorization of the Emperor!"

"Now tell me, why did the First Guards Division not only quietly enter Splenda but also conduct some kind of sting operation on the streets?"

"This is a huge joke!"

Tiberius's jeers were echoed by others in the box.

Indeed, what the other party said just now sounded too bizarre.

To ease the atmosphere, Tiberius forced a smile and turned to look at a supporter in the box who worked at the Ministry of Defense.

"Raymond, you also think this joke is ridiculous, right?"

The nobleman named Raymond is a mid-level official in the Ministry of Defense, usually responsible for some clerical work.

When he heard Tiberius' question, he should have agreed immediately, but at this moment he seemed hesitant and evasive.

"this......"

Raymond's voice was a little weak, and he didn't dare to look Tiberius in the eye:

"Your Highness, Lucius did come to the Ministry of Defense yesterday and spoke with the Minister of War for a while."

"As for what they discussed specifically, given my level, I don't know..."

Upon hearing this, Tiberius' smile froze on his face.

"what?"

His voice suddenly rose and became very sharp:

"Lucius went to the Ministry of Defense yesterday?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Raymond nodded cautiously.

"You idiot!"

Tiberius was furious and cursed at Raymond:

"Such an important matter, why didn't you report it to me immediately?"

Raymond was so frightened that he trembled all over and explained quickly:

"Your Highness, please calm down. I thought it was just an ordinary visit, but I didn't expect..."

"What didn't you expect?"

Tiberius sneered through his teeth, his voice hoarse and distorted with anger:

"Didn't you expect him to ask the Minister of War to cooperate with him in mobilizing the Guards?"

At this point, even Tiberius could connect the two events: Lucius's visit to the Ministry of Defense and the entry of the First Guards Division into the city.

The information quickly combined in his mind, eventually forming a conclusion that was hard for him to accept—

Emperor Coccus gave Lucius the command of the Guards!

At this moment, Tiberius felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of steel needles.

"impossible......"

Tiberius muttered to himself, as if he had lost his soul:

"This is impossible......"

The command of the Guards Corps!

If I dare to ask my father for this, I will probably get a slap in the face on the spot.

But what about Lucius?

He was just a sixteen-year-old kid and Plotina's fiancé. How could he gain such great trust from his father?

He is obviously the prince, and he is obviously the legitimate heir to the empire!

Is this fair?

Is this reasonable?

...By the way, Plotina!

Tiberius thought of his equally outstanding sister.

Could it be, could it be...that the person my father really likes is Plotina?

Tiberius was completely devastated.

Anger, jealousy, despair, hatred...

All kinds of negative emotions flooded into my heart like a tide.

Why? Why? Why?

Father, why do you do this to me?

Why are you so biased!?

Tiberius' veins bulged, his hands clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripped through his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

The resentment and dissatisfaction accumulated over the years all burst out at this moment, turning into overwhelming hatred.

The other people in the box looked at each other and held their breath at the same time.

They had never seen the prince lose his composure like this.

His hair was now hanging messily in front of his forehead, and his blue eyes were bloodshot, like a beast that was cornered.

More importantly, they also began to realize the seriousness of the matter.

The 1st Guards Division entered Splenda, which meant that other troops had to take over its defense.

But Raymond, as an official of the Ministry of Defense, knew nothing about this. What does this show?

This shows that these transfers were handled personally by the Minister of War, completely bypassing normal military administrative procedures.

In other words...War Minister Georgy has made his choice.

This realization filled everyone with deep fear.

If even the Minister of War has chosen to support Lucius, or the Third Princess, then...

For a moment, the atmosphere in the box became extremely depressing.

Some people began to glance furtively at the door, as if considering whether to find an excuse to leave.

Some people lowered their heads, trying to reduce their presence, for fear of being noticed by Tiberius.

Although Tiberius was immersed in anger and despair, he was keenly aware of the emotional changes of those around him.

He slowly raised his head and scanned everyone present with extremely dangerous eyes.

"what happened?"

His voice was low and cold:

"Do you think there's no hope for me?"

"Are you planning to betray me?"

"No, no, Your Highness."

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads in denial, but their voices clearly lacked the firmness they had just had.

"We always support you!"

"You are the future emperor we all deserve!"

......

These words sound so false and pale.

Tiberius sneered.

Yes, these guys were just a mob that gathered around him just for the sake of profit, there was no loyalty to speak of at all.

They are like a group of wild dogs. When there is meat, they can share it happily, but once there is no food, they will immediately bite each other.

In this case...

The corners of Tiberius' mouth slowly rose, outlining a chilling arc.

"Since you have chosen to cooperate with me, you must cooperate to the end."

His voice contained suffocating madness and coldness:

"In order to prevent anyone from defecting at the last minute, I believe it's necessary to make our alliance... even more unbreakable."

As he spoke, the shadow behind Tiberius began to change strangely.

The darkness that should have been still began to wriggle like a living thing, gradually condensing into a vague and distorted outline.

As the outline became clearer and clearer, a hideous and terrifying figure slowly crawled out from the depths of the shadows.

It was a terrifying existence with an amorphous shape. Its body was like flowing black liquid, constantly changing shape.

Sometimes it looks like a giant spider, sometimes like some kind of reptile, and sometimes it takes on a human form.

The eleventh-order supreme celestial demon—the Changeling.

In other words, deceiving and fearing the monster.