Huh? Are they all real?.

But the appearance of this thing surprised the Great Emperor slightly:

"Didn't you turn it into a magic potion?"

"Your Majesty, this is the sealing artifact you requested. A brand new sealing artifact formed from a newly fallen path."

"He doesn't have a name yet, but his number is 1-666."

A level-one sealed artifact? Or a completely new method?

The new divine path has fallen?!

Why is there absolutely no movement?

The nobles were astonished, many of whom already knew that a new divine path would fall, as the news had spread far and wide.

That's all people know.

More specifically, it is said that even the gods and kings are unable to grasp the situation, as if someone is hiding all of this.

But now, they have actually witnessed a new type of sealed artifact, and it's a level one sealed artifact right from the start.

But soon, the crowd's expressions turned strange.

Even a level-one sealed artifact is simply not capable of turning the tide in the current situation.

“Your Highness, that’s not what I want. I want the potion, the missing Sequence One potion!”

Once that's completed, he'll have one last chance.

As for this sealed artifact, it was indeed something he demanded from Aurora, but that was in the past, because this item could allow Trajan to become a Sequence Two of the Path of Glory—the Shepherd of Light.

Trajan was then able to ascend as the new angel of glory, becoming the cornerstone of his actual godhood.

But in the current situation, this thing is useless.

What he wanted was the Sequence One property that Emperor Doyle had torn out.

Even if he were crazy, he wouldn't be crazy enough to use such an outrageous foundation to ascend to godhood.

In response, Adela said in a strange tone:

"Don't you know that Trajan knew about this beforehand and dared to ambush me?"

"What did you say? Prince Adela? When did this happen?"

"It was just recently, otherwise why would I have only arrived now?"

The emperor's body swayed.

He stumbled backward several steps as the world spun around him.

Trajan blocked the last path.

"That's impossible! I had absolutely no idea!"

Only then did a nobleman whisper:

"Your Majesty, we received the news beforehand."

Before he could finish speaking, the nobleman exploded into a bloody mist.

"Then why don't I know!"

You all know this, but I don't?

Then if you don't die, who will?

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, the nobles knelt in terror, while the pure white knights lifted their cloaks to shield the prince from the filth.

"Speak up, speak up!"

This is clearly not a recent event, so why does everyone else know about it except him?

Because no noble dared to speak, the emperor's increasingly frenzied rage only fueled further discontent.

Nobles were constantly being blown into a bloody mist.

Seeing this horrific scene, one of the nobles finally shouted:

"It was Cabinet Minister and Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives, Minister Koster, who intercepted the message because he said he wanted to report to you personally."

"Where is he?!"

"He ran away, he ran to Grasse."

what? !

The emperor clutched his heart in anguish.

Another group of disguised imperialists?!

That damned Trajan, how many people did he hide around me?!

I clearly had such a huge advantage; I clearly could have turned the tide even if I only had one card left.

Why did you lose so quickly?

However, the Emperor immediately turned his gaze to Prince Adela:

"How could he possibly dare to attack a prince? What gives him the right to offend an entire dynasty? It's you!"

As the emperor slowly rose, staring at him, the pure white knights around Adela immediately drew their swords and stood in his place.

Prince Adela simply looked at him quietly and said:

"That's certainly true, and why wouldn't he dare? If I come, he'll lose. On the contrary, if he takes a gamble, he might be able to turn the tide."

"After all, Queen Ansa is still alive, isn't she? You're qualified to become a god, and so is she, right?"

“If everything goes smoothly, my mother won’t really go against a new king over something like this.”

This answer makes sense, but the Emperor knows that the truth is absolutely not like that.

But so what? Not everyone can think that a prince is just like Moen.

So, in the very end, the emperor slowly lowered his hand, then shook his head with a wry smile and a self-deprecating tone, saying:

"That's it."

Looking at Emperor Lloydman, who was slumped to the ground in a dejected state.

Some nobles had already carefully climbed out of the audience hall.

The situation is very clear.

The action is gone.

With the first there will be the second.

Gradually, only Prince Adela and Emperor Lloydman remained in the audience hall.

After a while, Prince Adela bowed slightly and left.

“On behalf of my mother, I declare that our cooperation has come to an end, Your Majesty.”

The emperor did not respond; he simply slumped to the ground in despair.

Prince Adela shook his head more and more.

Trajan, that fellow, never took himself seriously as a prince from the very beginning.

Clearly, even when the situation was completely unclear at the beginning, that guy viewed himself as a prince who only had the glory of his parents, as a king.

He was certain he would not lose, and knew clearly that he would be the ruler in the new dynasty.

The mother did indeed choose the wrong ally from the beginning, but fortunately the father made the right choice.

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The nobles scrambled out of the audience hall as if fleeing and hurriedly ran towards the palace gates.

Once they left the palace, they went straight back to the newspaper printing plant where they had just left.

Looking at the noble gentlemen who had almost returned.

The printing factory managers greeted them with a strange and obsequious air:

"My lord, what brings you all back?"

In the past, these noble lords would visit this place, which they considered lowly, at most once a year.

Now they come every day, and today they came in the morning and then came again in the afternoon.

The nobleman, thoroughly annoyed, pushed aside the person in charge and instead summoned all the newspaper's chief editors to the room.

To the editors' bewilderment, the nobleman simply produced a brand-new newspaper and said:

"Think of a good title for me. It should perfectly praise the great achievements of Emperor Trajan, while also subtly suggesting that we were forced to bow down to the false emperor."

Now is the time to quickly produce something to prove our loyalty.

Where did the iris flag go?!

That was a treasure made with cloud silk ordered at a high price from the Pure White Dynasty.

I had clearly prepared this twenty years ago. Could it be that it was too long ago and some damned spendthrift son of my family secretly sold it off?

Thinking of this, every nobleman's lips twitched.

This statement startled all the writers.

No, wasn't he a despicable and shameless thief who stole the country just the day before yesterday?

Although they had a vague feeling that something was wrong from yesterday's headline, this reversal was just too damn fast.

"What are you standing there for? Think about it, write it down!"

Seeing that they didn't react at all, the nobleman started yelling as if he were afraid of breaking a table.

The harsher their insults were a few days ago, the more they regret it now.

Who knew that the dead emperor would be so easily defeated!

After finishing here, they still need to go back and find out whether the iris flag they prepared back then has disappeared or been secretly sold by their spendthrift son.

Amid the roars of the nobles.

The writers immediately got to work without delay.

At the same time, they were constantly thinking quietly about how to put pen to paper.

Seeing this, the nobles breathed a slight sigh of relief and wiped away their cold sweat.

That fraudulent emperor has really caused a lot of harm.

Not only do we need to quickly distance ourselves from this situation, but we also need to find a scapegoat to pin the blame on him; otherwise, none of us will escape unscathed.

So who should it be?

The nobles slowly began to ponder the path to redemption.

Meanwhile, the writers were sweating profusely.

They began to whisper among themselves about a crucial issue.

The noise grew louder and louder, to the point that even the nobles couldn't remain silent and began to curse:

"I told you to get to work, not to make a scene. Tell me, what's wrong?"

The writers then lowered their heads and asked:

"Exactly, you said it was Trajan the Great, but should we really call him the Great?"

The nobleman jumped up and down upon hearing this:

"If you don't shout that, are you going to insult the emperor? You want to die, but I want to live!"

The writers hurriedly waved their hands and said:

"No, no, no, that's not what we were talking about. It's just that we've heard some rumors that Tula is about to become a god?"

"Then there were also rumors that Lord Trajan was not going to become a god, but to become a new king."

"But the most troublesome thing is that there are also rumors that Lord Trajan will neither become a god nor a king; he will only truly possess this country."

"So in this situation, how should we address him?"

The Great Emperor cannot be called a God-King, and vice versa.