Huh? Are they all real?.

That's not what she wants; she wants a more natural and intimate distance.

Under her watchful gaze, Moen quickly chose to compromise:

"Okay, Ansa."

The title made Ansa squint her eyes slightly, just like a cat that had finally gotten the dried fish it had been longing for.

Meanwhile, in Qazadoom.

While still working late into the night, Air sneezed for no apparent reason.

After glancing at the room strangely, Aier continued to bury himself in the mountain of documents piled up in countless piles.

How exactly did Moen resolve these issues back then?

Ugh, I'm getting more and more annoyed!

Thinking that she had finally grown tired of official documents, Aire angrily started ringing the bell.

Seeing the maid enter, Aier ordered herself a strawberry cream sundae.

After finishing the sundae, Aier finally had the motivation to continue fighting.

'Moun will surely praise me for working so hard, right?'

'You're so reliable, Air! Entrusting the southern border to you was absolutely the right decision!'

Just thinking about it made Air incredibly happy.

Meanwhile, in the capital, Moen, whose hand was still being held by Ansa, asked:

"I have something to ask you, Imperial Capital. Have you noticed anything amiss?"

Queen Ansa looked at Moen with a slightly puzzled expression:

"Teacher, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"I mean, have you noticed any mysterious forces lurking within this capital city?"

"Teacher, there are always various forces lurking in the capital. If you describe it like this, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."

After carefully considering his words, Moen said:

"It's the power of another emperor."

Ansa looked at Moen with increasing curiosity:

"Teacher, I don't quite understand."

“Emperor Doyle, I have conclusive evidence that Emperor Doyle is still alive. And he likely intends to offer you as a sacrifice in order to become a god himself.”

These words made the Queen frown deeply, even though they came from her teacher.

She still found it hard to believe.

"Teacher, are you sure? Or are you really talking about Baratheon Doyle?"

"Yes, it's him, Baratheon Doyle, the founder of this country. As far as I know, he's still alive. The original Seven Lords are still alive too. Ah, now there are only six left."

"Contus Westeros is dead. I sent him away myself."

I just got back and it happened to be there. I don't know whether to call it good or bad luck, Contas's luck.

"Also, they should be cooperating with the Pure White Dynasty."

A golden halo instantly filled the entire courtyard, but from the outside, the manor inside remained pitch black.

This is the power of glory. Upon hearing the name of the Pure White Dynasty, Ansa fell silent.

She was Sequence One, the closest being to God, and she knew very well how terrifying God was.

The more relevant something is, the more likely it is to be noticed because of a character that is only slightly related.

After doing all this, Ansa finally said:

“But teacher, this is still not right. Right now, I am the only one who possesses the Glory Angel of the Empire.”

The Queen was clearly aware of the ritual of becoming a god through the path of glory.

But it was precisely because she knew that she found it strange.

At this stage, she does not believe that the conditions exist for her to become a god through this path.

Moen said:

"I consulted some historical records and found that Emperor Doyle died suddenly, so he did not pass the throne to anyone. Because he was Sequence One, he was theoretically immortal."

"Whether or not the crown prince is appointed depends entirely on his mood."

"The succeeding emperor did not abolish his throne, so in theory, this is your empire and his empire as well."

Ansa immediately realized:

"Teacher, do you think he's trying to play word games, using different emperors of the same empire as fodder for godhood? But who else is there?"

Moen nodded and said:

"This is the most likely possibility I can think of right now, but as you might think, I don't know how to make up for the missing other half."

"Furthermore, Constance told me with absolute certainty that he did not believe Emperor Doyle had any other descendants besides you."

"Full of mysteries, Ansa."

Ansa shook her head in confusion and said:

"That's really strange. Over all these years, no one has ever noticed anything wrong and left a record of it. That means they've put in a tremendous amount of effort."

"But now that things are like this, what exactly does he want to do?"

It feels like Emperor Doyle has finally gone mad.

But he's clearly not crazy, which is strange.

“I don’t know either, Ansa, but I’m sure he’ll make a move soon, so I came back specifically to remind you. At the same time, I also confirmed something else.”

Moen took out the mirror with roses as its main decoration from his backpack.

After blowing a gentle breath, a small section of Shadow City that Moen had walked through appeared on the mirror.

"The Glory Path's Level Zero Sealed Artifact 0-11, The Last Ideal State, is also in his hands. And this is undoubtedly the application of this sealed artifact."

0-11 The Last Republic.

This is the manifestation of the uniqueness of the path to glory.

Looking at the mirror that Moen had taken out, Ansa glanced at it and said with absolute certainty:

"This is what the capital city originally looked like. There is an oil painting in the corridor behind the palace chapel that depicts this scene. It was painted when Emperor Doyle had just ascended the throne."

"So it really is Emperor Doyle. So Ansa, is something on your mind?"

Emperor Doyle and Ansa, this is different from myself and Constance.

Not only was he a player, but the bloodline of Constance had also long since died out. He and the current Trajan were merely strangers sharing the same surname.

But Ansa was undoubtedly a direct descendant of Emperor Doyle.

The bloodline of the Baratheon royal family has never been problematic.

Now, it's as if she's telling Ansa that her ancestors never loved their descendants.

But Ansa looked at Moen strangely and said:

“If he wants to take back his empire, then I should naturally offer it to him with both hands, because it all originated from him.”

“But if he wants to take my life, then I must fight to the end. He has no love for his offspring, so why should I have any reservations?”

Seeing Ansha's reaction, Moen nodded slightly and said:

"I'm relieved to see you think that way. I was really worried that you wouldn't be able to get over this."

Ansa smiled and shook her head, saying:

“Teacher, since he has been alive all this time, it means that he has been watching everything this country has suffered all these years with indifference. He has already told me this through history.”

"He says he doesn't care about this country, nor about us so-called descendants. And it's been over a thousand years, I have no feelings about him at all."

“In the past, I certainly had respect for the founding emperor, but now, I don’t even have that respect anymore.”

"A person who only loves himself has no right to be respected by others."

"Teacher, this is what you taught me!"

Hearing this, Moen looked away guiltily.

Players only ever love themselves.

Even all of the player's actions are in service of their own interests.

But now games are no longer games.

He gradually began to face everything squarely.

After coughing, Moen said:

"It's so good that you think that way. You're right, since he doesn't love you, then you naturally have no reason to love him."

As he spoke, Moen glanced guiltily at the top of his head again, thankfully today wasn't a double-month day.

After coughing again, Moen asked, under Ansa's slightly worried gaze:

"And what about others?"

Ansa laughed again:

"Teacher, this is my country. His era has long since ended."

Moen felt a little embarrassed by what was said. Although it was a guilty attempt to change the subject, the question was indeed quite strange upon closer examination.

How could a long-dead emperor possibly compete for power with the current monarch?

Ansa is not a tyrant.

"In that case, he will have far fewer avenues to launch an attack."

"The southern border is in my hands, and you have successfully taken back the remaining six dukedoms' fiefdoms. In addition, no news has leaked out over the years."

"This means that he probably didn't cultivate any other forces."

Finally, Moen looked at Ansa and said:

"Then there must be only one way for him to succeed, which is to kill you directly with his level zero sealed artifact."

But what Moen didn't expect was this:

"Teacher, that girl, who exactly is the girl you entrusted the Southern Territory to?"

There will be more later, everyone can go to sleep first and watch it in the morning.

Chapter 138 She is my family 3k

Aire?!

Why is Air being mentioned at this time?!

We're discussing your life or death, Ansa.

Why did the topic suddenly shift to Air?

For the first time, Moen understood what it meant to have a woman's heart that is as unfathomable as the sea.

He had always thought he knew the Empress very well.

After all, the Empress was a good student he had personally trained.

"Teacher, who exactly is that girl to you? Also, are you in some other place? What is her to you there?"

"Then, teacher, what are you doing all this time in that foreign land?"

Ansa quickly bombarded her with a series of questions.

This even left Moen somewhat at a loss for words.

Moen felt extremely embarrassed.

“Ansha, stop for a moment. You’re asking too many questions. Take a break.”