Huh? Are they all real?.

Indeed, she does resemble the current empress quite a bit.

But this seems quite normal, as Princess Vivian was the fourth monarch of Baratheon, and Queen Ansa was a direct descendant of Queen Vivian.

“He committed suicide, Vivi, no, Ansa.”

For the first time, the Empress showed surprise.

Emperor Doyle said sincerely:

"He was well aware of his defeat, but he was unwilling to accept it. After all, his advantage was indeed very, very large, yet he lost in such a bizarre way."

"He didn't even have a proper fight with Trajan."

The entire army sent out to block the enemy's advance defected, and even the most trusted Grand Duke of the Lion family discovered the trick and betrayed him.

Even so, his advantage is still enormous.

He also has the Lewman Empire, Iron Fist Haro, and the level zero sealed artifact he gave to the other party.

Even if none of these are useful, it doesn't matter, as long as Prince Adela gives him the missing extraordinary qualities.

He can turn everything around.

However, the result was that Harlow escaped, the Leuman Empire disintegrated, and Prince Adela was ambushed.

And so, despite his overwhelming advantage, he lost cleanly and without any controversy.

He was very unwilling to accept this outcome, but he didn't know what a good solution he could find.

"At this point, his best option would have been to run away with a 0-11 record and wait for a chance to make a comeback."

"He could even cause a ruckus in the capital before he left, thanks to his 0-11 record and his status."

“But he did none of that. He chose to come to me. He understands me. He knows everything about me.”

"So he chose to sacrifice himself and then gave me the key to godhood."

Emperor Doyle raised the 0-11 ideal state.

"He wanted a prisoner who had been imprisoned and tortured for a thousand years to take over his long-cherished wish. Trajan was only known as the emperor, but he did not actually make such a claim. So this is the pillar of Baratheon once again defending this great country."

"Then I am still the master of this country, I have uniqueness, and I 'killed' him."

"Everything is ready."

At this point, the emperor looked at the empress with affection.

"I was tempted, really, but thankfully, it didn't last long."

“I feel ashamed and proud of it.”

"How could I kill my own offspring for the sake of so-called eternal power? Especially one who looks so much like her?"

"Child, do you see clearly now? I haven't completed my extraordinary abilities, so even if I kill you, it won't make a difference. Besides, no one knows if word games will even work."

The Emperor told her everything he knew, but Ansa remained standing there.

This greatly disappointed the old man.

Because this girl looks so much like his daughter.

She is his direct descendant, and she is so much like his Vivian.

Emperor Doyle truly loved her from the bottom of his heart.

“My child, I know that for an emperor, it is a necessary quality and character trait to always be suspicious of everyone, and that is good. But we are human too!”

"Don't kill your heart for power. You are so young. You should experience this wonderful world."

"So, here, take this."

To Ansha's astonishment, the Emperor handed her the golden chain.

Looking at the ideal world that flew into his hands.

The Emperor lovingly opened his arms to Ansa once more and said:

"Let me hold you, child."

Chapter 149 This is the final lesson

The Empress looked incredulously at the ideal state in her hands and the old man with eyes full of love.

“My children and even my grandchildren are gone, but I am so lucky to have you, Ansa, my child whom I am so proud of.”

Emperor Doyle was lonely, and so was Ansa.

Emperor Doyle's children all disappeared into the annals of history, while Ansa lost all of her already few relatives as Baratheon gradually weakened and people deliberately pushed things along.

They were, in a sense, the last two members of House Baratheon.

Ansa lowered her head slightly.

And slowly took steps toward Emperor Doyle.

This was the first time the poor old man had shown a genuine smile.

“I’m really afraid that my only child will choose to kill me.”

“But Ansa, you must believe me, I am not afraid of death, I am willing to give everything for my only child.”

"This is the responsibility of an elder."

The old man chuckled as he walked toward his child, expressing his worries.

He walked very slowly and steadily, just like an old man with faltering steps.

"The reason I'm afraid is simply because I want you to still be able to feel the true beauty of this world—emotion."

As Ansa drew ever closer, Emperor Doyle said with immense relief:

"Fortunately, neither of us needs to bear the blood of our kin. This was originally a curse of royalty, but fortunately, we both escaped this ridiculous curse."

"Escaped the original malice."

Royal family members, regardless of location, almost all grow up amidst intrigue and bloodshed.

They even often have to bear the blood of their own kin.

Some say it's a curse, a primal malice, while others say it's just human folly.

Clearly, the latter is correct; originally, one would not curse one's own child.

However, people must declare that the former is the truth.

The empress, who was already standing under the city gate, raised her head for the first time.

Looking at the old man slowly approaching, the Queen said in a slightly trembling voice:

“I lost my father before I was born, and my mother a few months after I was born. My only uncle also left when I was five years old.”

“From then on, the only person I could trust was my teacher, the Duke of Trajan Westeros.”

The old man stopped, and said with a look of deep emotion:

"He truly deserves the title of pillar of society. My child, you have a wonderful teacher. This is a source of pride for you and for this country, and it is also the greatest fortune of my life."

"Because he took on the responsibility that should have been mine."

The Queen lowered her head again.

"Yes, he is my best teacher."

"Then when the teacher told me that I had a relative, I was really happy, but then the teacher told me that you would be an enemy, a terrible enemy who wanted to kill me."

Fortunately, shortly after that, the teacher told me that it wasn't you.

"Although at the beginning, I kept telling the teacher that I didn't care about these things because people who don't love others don't deserve to be loved."

"But that was just so I wouldn't want my teacher to worry about me. Actually, I really wish that wasn't true."

"I have been alone throughout my childhood and my life. When I was a child, I would make a wish to the Great Primordial on every birthday and even every night, hoping that I could find a real family member."

With each word she spoke, the Queen's feet became wetter, and tears, like raindrops, continued to fall.

Finding a true relative again has always been the Queen's dream.

But it never happened. The teacher was very good, and she relied on her teacher immensely.

But ultimately, the teacher and she had no blood relation.

And that's not what she wanted.

Through her tear-filled eyes, the Empress looked up at Emperor Doyle and said:

"Will you not disappoint my prayers?"

Emperor Doyle, standing firmly in place, said earnestly:

“I will treat you the same way I treated Vivian, Ansa.”

“I have held all my children in my arms, but since them I have never held any of my offspring in my arms.”

"So come here! Let me give you a good hug, let this poor old man feel what family is one more time!"

In the loving promises of Emperor Doyle.

The empress stepped out of the palace gates and into the ideal world.

Emperor Doyle walked briskly toward the Empress with a smile in his eyes.

Finally, they met just a few meters away from the city gate.

Emperor Doyle excitedly opened his arms.

The empress then threw herself into his arms.

And then, his destined death was plunged into his heart!

Looking at his destined death in his chest, the poor old man looked at Ansa in bewilderment.

"why?"

The queen uttered these words with a trembling voice.

"sorry"

Emperor Doyle smiled with relief, then raised his hand to wipe away the Queen's tears.

"Ansha, don't cry, and don't tell anyone about this."

The Queen trembled even more violently:

"why?"

"It is what elders should do to give everything for their offspring. Didn't I say that, my little princess?"

"I'm asking you why you continued to lie to me!!!"

With tears streaming down her face, the empress roared out those words.

The crimson light of destined death began to rapidly disintegrate the Emperor's body.

Looking at the empress like this.

The emperor's expression of relief slowly turned into confusion, followed by a curious smile:

"How did you find out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's face contorted in shock. It wasn't Doyle Baratheon; it was Lloyd I.

Faced with the power of his predetermined death, Lord Lloyd I's body immediately collapsed and scattered on the ground during crystallization.

Holding the death warrant, the empress threw away the golden chains in her hand, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she glared at the corpse carried by the five dukes and roared:

"You clearly said you wouldn't let me down, you wouldn't disappoint my prayers, you wouldn't let me down!"

"You are my last remaining family member, why did you do this? I was waiting for you to tell me everything until just now, why did you do this?"

The five dukes silently set the emperor down.

Just as Doyle became Lloyd I, Lloyd I also became Doyle.

Then the five dukes turned into 0-11, while the one the empress threw away dissolved into light.

The perfectly intact Emperor Doyle stared in astonishment at the scattered crystals on the ground.