Huh? Are they all real?.

Huh? Are they all real?

Author: Wanli Wanxue

Summary:

Summary:

Production team: Look, this is the Eternal Chosen One, you want to defile her heart and destroy her faith! Isn't it easy?

Moon: Wow, what a free game! Watch me do it!

Ending: The evil old god has died, but the new goddess has lost her king.

Production team: .....You may have misunderstood what I meant. I meant to kill her. Kill her by stabbing her heart with a knife! Got it? OK, let's move on to the next one. This is a noble princess who will soon become the sole ruler of this country. Your goal is to kill her and overthrow this crumbling empire! Simple, right?

Moen: I'm going to kill her with a knife, right? Don't worry, I'll kill her with a knife!

Ending: The empire was revived and the queen closed her heart.

.....

After repeating the cycle several times.

Production team: ??? I mean attack! Kill! Kill them and trample on everything they have! It's not the kind of attack where you help them get to the top and then kill them!

Production team: Forget it, just wait and see, you will regret it!

Moon: Hahahaha, just wait and see, are you going to sue me for playing the game the way I want?

Production team: Haha, they are real.

Moen: Huh?!

Chapter 1 This is the final lesson, Your Majesty

The former prosperity of the capital city is gone. People huddle in their homes, trembling as they pray to the gods and kings they know, amidst the shouts and roars of battle.

I pray that I will survive this turmoil.

The firelight outside had completely replaced the moonlight.

Only the massive and complex buildings lining both sides of the street can tell a little about the past glory of this magnificent capital.

The residents trembled in fear at home, and the soldiers were in much the same boat; the intensity and scale of the war far exceeded their expectations.

The war was triggered by the royalists, who were unwilling to die in silence, launching a desperate battle.

The royalists are convinced that their only chance to turn the tide is to kill the opposing party leader—the Duke of the Southern Border!

Meanwhile, the Southern Nobles also planned to support the Duke's ascension to the throne and completely eradicate these clueless remnants of the old era.

At the beginning of the war, neither the royalists nor the ducalists expected the other side's resistance to be so fierce.

The capital was already riddled with holes as soon as the war began.

Looking at the palace that had been attacked for so long without success, and the blood and corpses that were almost everywhere around him.

The Southern Nobles were all frowning as they searched for a figure who should have appeared long ago.

"Where is the Grand Duke?"

"Where is the Grand Duke?"

"Has the Duke of Westeros not arrived yet?"

Without the Grand Duke as the supreme authority, there are many things they cannot do.

Moreover, the main force and high-level superhumans directly under the Grand Duke are not even in the capital!

The Grand Duke has recalled all his troops to the southern border and frontier.

The imperial palace thus remained unconquered for a long time.

Those guys really picked a good time!

Similarly, they couldn't quite understand why, even after they had fought their way to the palace, there was still no news of the Empress.

The Empress and the Duke of the Southern Border are the core of the two factions.

At this moment, they gathered together in a way that surprised everyone.

In a secluded manor.

The young queen removed the elven robes she used to conceal her presence, revealing a slightly immature yet still strikingly beautiful figure. After letting out a long breath, she could barely contain her excitement as she spoke to the duke before her:

"Teacher, I have launched the great war as you requested, and just as you said, all the rebels have jumped out, intending to support you to ascend the throne!"

After speaking, the young empress glanced somewhat timidly at the blazing firelight:

"But teacher, do you really have a way to handle this properly?"

The Duke bowed slightly and said:

"Your Majesty, as I have said, everything is entrusted to me. I am the sole heir of House Westeros, and therefore I will always remember the creed of House Westeros!"

Both the Queen and the Duke uttered the ancient Westeros proverb at the same time:

"Westero will always be Baratheon's sword and shield!"

This is what the Duke said to the Queen during his first audience with her.

At that time, however, the Queen did not trust the Duke.

The Queen patted her chest in relief and said:

"That's good. This situation is really too big. Although I have always trusted you, I'm really afraid that something unexpected might happen, and all your efforts over the years could be in vain."

The young queen was not worried about her country falling, nor about her situation becoming extremely dangerous, nor about whether she would lose her head. Her only worry was that her teacher's years of hard work would be completely wasted.

The Duke knelt on one knee before the Queen and took out a black dagger from his bosom.

The darkness on this dagger is terrifyingly deep.

The Empress was slightly startled by even a mere glance at her.

"teacher?"

The Duke looked at the dagger in his hand and said:

"Your Majesty, I have already helped you consolidate the army and eliminate the warlords. After tonight, you only need to follow the steps I instructed beforehand to consolidate military power."

The Empress nodded slightly.

Military power had always been in the Duke's hands, but at this moment, most of the Duke's generals were in the capital.

Once tonight is over, many obstacles will vanish instantly.

Just follow the steps.

"Then, you don't need to worry about the economic issues. I have prepared the corresponding accounts for the major chambers of commerce in the country, the manors in various places, and the important ports, etc. You can receive them according to the accounts after tonight."

"I have taught you everything you need to do after that."

The Queen continued to nod:

"Yes, I've remembered everything you taught me, teacher!"

Looking at the proud queen who was eagerly awaiting his praise, the duke chuckled softly and continued:

"In politics, you have seen clearly tonight who the treacherous ministers are and who the loyal ministers are. As for what to do after tonight, I think I don't need to say anything more."

"Don't worry, teacher. You've taught me for so many years, I know what to do!"

The queen raised her fist, full of confidence.

She wasn't like an empress; she was more like a lively, energetic student who craved her teacher's approval.

"After tonight, the other six dukes of the Seven Realms will have been completely suppressed by me. You only need to show them a little favor, and they will help you to quell the problems of the Seven Realms. But please remember, the other six dukes can be used but not trusted, and they should not be given too much responsibility."

The Empress nodded repeatedly:

"Don't worry, teacher, Baratheon will only trust Westeros!"

The Duke chuckled again at the Queen's remarks.

Amidst the soft laughter, the Queen looked uneasily at the black dagger in the Duke's hand and said:

"Teacher, how exactly do you intend to calm down after everything that happened tonight?"

The Imperial Party and the Public Party have gone to war.

The fierce battle in the capital is just the beginning, not the end, and forces outside the capital are likely getting involved one after another.

The scale of the war will only grow larger and larger. How will the teacher end all of this?

Moreover, the teacher's words made the Queen increasingly uneasy; they sounded less like instructions and more like...

In response to the Queen's questioning gaze, the Duke gently placed the black dagger into her hand.

"It's simple, all I need to do is die!"

"Wasn't this the answer you gave to everyone from the beginning?"

The Empress's hand, which instinctively gripped the dagger, trembled.

The black dagger was about to fall off amidst the violent shaking, but before it did, the Duke pressed down firmly on the Queen's trembling hands with both of his own.

"Teacher, you're not joking, are you? Didn't we agree that that was just a reason for me to start this war?"

The empress looked at her teacher in disbelief.

How could this be?!

That's the one thing we absolutely cannot do!

She would rather abdicate!

No, I'd rather die!

The glory and power from Baratheon, and the country itself, were nothing more than exquisite ornaments to her.

The only person she cared about, and the only person she possessed, was her teacher!

The Duke, still kneeling on the ground, looked at the Queen and said:

"I never said that was all."

Looking at the duke before her, the panic in the queen's eyes slowly turned into determination.

The good student is finally starting to act like an empress!

But before the Queen could speak, the Duke said with amusement:

"Please forgive my impertinence, I just wanted to lighten the mood."

This completely dispelled the resolute look in the Queen's eyes, and the good student instantly reverted to his former self.

"Teacher, you scared me!"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, but Your Majesty, I truly must die! Ah, please rest assured, Your Majesty, I am prepared; this dagger is merely a decoy."

Seeing the Queen's slightly suspicious expression, the Duke pressed his advantage, saying:

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I am not at ease leaving Your Majesty to face all of this alone in the future. I must keep a close eye on Your Majesty!"

These words reassured the Empress somewhat, but she still carefully stroked the dagger in her hand.

She couldn't sense anything different about the dagger. This made her hesitant to completely trust her teacher.

The Duke was well aware of the Queen's concerns, but he simply said:

"Your Majesty can't see the problem? Of course not, otherwise how could you make others believe that I am really dead?"

Having her thoughts exposed, the empress directly voiced her concerns:

"Teacher, are you really not lying to me? This dagger looks like a death sentence to me!"

The Predestined Death, Sealed Artifact 1-001, is said to be the ultimate weapon that slayed a god.

“Your Majesty, the sealed artifact 1-001 was lost in the Spirit Realm long ago. This is just an exquisite fake that I painstakingly crafted.”

Finally, the Duke uttered the final words as the gavel fell:

"Your Majesty, you should remember that I have never lied to you!"

A statement that served as a fact completely put the Queen's mind at ease.