Huh? Are they all real?.

It's a success. A huge change should be happening in the southern border soon.

My promotion can begin now!

Heavy breathing and the rapid scratching of a quill pen on paper almost filled the jester's room.

To plunge Baratheon into a major war, the South alone is not enough.

He knew this well and had prepared for this day for almost half his life.

He's about to hang up!

See, Baratheon.

Feel it, Baratheon.

You will soon learn what a prophet truly is!

Chapter 55 Teacher, I miss you so much!

For most people, tonight is just another quiet night.

But for others, it was a sleepless night.

The jester is scheming for his own promotion, and he wants to plunge the entire empire into flames!

Hadley was also constantly contacting his colleagues in the South; he had to get the princess of the South back to her homeland!

Moen, on the other hand, was calculating the timing and his next plan. He needed to minimize the ripples caused by this incident!

And deep within the Baratheon Palace.

The royal knights guarded the emperor's safety day and night.

But in the audience hall, which should have been empty, the Queen listened quietly to the reports from the secret agents below.

"Your Majesty, although the northern kingdoms have not yet mobilized their troops, according to our intelligence, they are indeed actively preparing for war. This is a list of supplies we intercepted, which can serve as evidence!"

"Your Majesty, the Lu family, the Ying family, and the other two families are all secretly receiving envoys from the northern kingdoms."

"Your Majesty, we still haven't found out the exact identity of that demigod prophet from the Lion Family, but we are certain that you are not mistaken, he is the mastermind behind this series of events. The old lion is really getting old, he was actually fooled by a prophet!"

Many people have not noticed a problem.

That was in Surras; the Queen arrived far too quickly!

She was so fast that even if Moen hadn't banished the Demon Lord first, she would have arrived before the Demon Lord actually attacked Sulas.

If Moen hadn't been Constantine, the demon hunter saint who specialized in fighting the Abyss, he probably would have run straight into the Queen.

Although the appearance of the saints caused unexpected ripples, the final outcome did not exceed the Queen's expectations.

The Lu family, one of the only two families among the six that had recovered to some extent, was deliberately eliminated by the Shi family for political reasons, who were willing to shirk their responsibilities.

The remaining Lion family members also became the target of public criticism.

The other five families preferred to secretly meet with the envoys from the north rather than discuss matters with the Lion family, which was also one of the Seven Dukes.

In Moen's final lesson, the princess, who had lost everything, truly became a worthy queen.

The spies' reports contained nothing that exceeded the Queen's estimates.

As long as things develop as they are now.

Then she will completely and legally reclaim the land and power of the Sixth Prince.

The ambitions of the northern kingdoms will be extinguished by her. Furthermore, she should be able to demand huge reparations and even the cession of land.

This would be a remarkable achievement worthy of being recorded in history for any monarch.

But for the Queen at that moment, it seemed meaningless.

She felt no joy in this as an emperor.

She took action simply because she wanted to protect the only gift her teacher had left her—this country.

She was originally a princess with nothing; it was her teacher who paved the way for her with his life to achieve everything.

For all of this, the princess, who had nothing, lost the only treasure she had ever possessed.

Therefore, she didn't even know why she was living.

She still strives to protect and manage this country.

In the very end, she still asked one question:

"Has anything changed with Lieutenant General Nelson and the Vice Speaker? For example, have any unfamiliar people seen them?"

The spies looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison:

"Your Majesty, it's the same as before, nothing."

"Then let's go down."

The spies took their leave in unison.

The Queen remained where she was.

A moment later, another spy quietly entered and knelt in the hall.

Were they lying?

"No, Your Majesty."

Princess, remember this well: never trust anyone again.

"Why don't you leave?"

"Your Majesty, news has arrived from the southern border."

The moment she heard the word "Southern Territory," the Queen stood up.

With an eagerness and anticipation she herself was unaware of, she asked:

"What is it?"

"The spies in the south said they can only report to you personally, and that this is a matter of utmost importance concerning the very foundation of the country!"

"Let him up here!"

The spies were somewhat surprised, as this was the first time they had ever seen such excitement.

The new spy strode into the audience hall.

If Hadley were there, he would have recognized this as one of the ten trusted men he had brought with him.

"What's wrong? Is he back?!"

It must be reported to me personally, and it concerns the very foundation of this country.

What could this be?

This must be the return of the master of the Southern Territory!

It must be the teacher, it must be the teacher!

No one but him deserves these descriptions.

The Empress lost her composure and wisdom when it came to matters concerning her teacher.

The spy didn't quite understand why the Queen was so agitated, but he told her the truth:

"I apologize, Your Majesty, I have only just found the opportunity to slip away and report."

“Your Majesty, Potter Harry, after this Yellowheaded Eagle of the Imperial Household was transferred to the South, was accused by Golden Eagle Boris, who went with him, of knowing Lord Westeros.”

"Golden Eagle Boris also claims that he has a letter in the handwriting of Lord Westeros, but I have no evidence of either this or Lord Westeros's return, as the South knows nothing about it either."

"However, one thing is certain. Following the guidance of this Potter Harry, the demigod Hadley of the South found the bloodline of Lord Westeros in the capital!"

"It's a girl. Her name is Lovers Kent. She was born in the second year of the Queen's calendar, the year after Suras was returned to you."

"These are her imprinted runes, Your Majesty!"

But before he could even pull out the rune, the spy heard the Queen's fury:

"impossible!"

The spy hurriedly knelt down and said:

"Your Majesty, I did indeed see it with my own eyes. That girl passed the Soul Balance test. And twice!"

"Then this is the scales, a common item of Lord Westeros that has always been kept in the hands of the demigod Hadley, so I could only bring one of them."

Tell me everything you know!

The moment the Queen uttered those words, the scales flew into her hand.

The Queen's anger was not because her teacher had a daughter.

Instead, she was furious that the spy had said her teacher had a daughter!

That's impossible, because she had absolutely no idea.

Moreover, the teacher said that on that terrible night, the teacher told him personally that he had never lied to him even once!

So it's impossible; she couldn't be the teacher's daughter.

But what exactly happened?!

The scales remained exactly as they were during the test.

The Queen could even see Hadley and his companions' astonishment upon discovering this scene, followed by moments of ecstasy and piety.

But this is impossible!

My teacher has never lied to me before!

The Duke advised the Queen to stop trusting anyone. But the Princess remained steadfast in her faith in her teacher.

The spies below continued their story.

Although the Empress listened to everything, her eyes remained fixed on the scales.

Finally, the Queen extended her finger toward the single, long-dried drop of blood on the scales.

As the Queen's fingers drew closer, the dried blood became moist again.

After touching her finger, the Queen put it into her lips without hesitation.

A moment later, the Queen's lips curled up slightly.

It's impossible, as expected!

The teacher definitely didn't lie to her!

But why is the Libra of the Soul like this?

Finally, the Queen asked the secret agent:

"You said that the mysterious person Potter Harry mentioned told him to protect this girl named Loves Kent?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Please make a divine judgment as soon as possible, otherwise a great disaster will truly occur in the Southern Territory!"

But the Queen did not answer him; instead, she asked him something else:

"Did that golden eagle named Boris really say that the yellow-headed hawk named Potter Harry has the Grand Duke of Westeros's handwriting on it?"

"Yes, but we have no evidence. Perhaps, perhaps this is just a scheme by that prophet?"

At this point, the spy said with almost certainty:

"Your Majesty, this must be a terrible scheme by that Lion Family prophet! He knows what the emergence of the Southern Heir means for the Empire!"

The reasonable speculation successfully made the Empress's heart tremble.

"Go down, I have my own judgment."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the huge audience hall was completely empty...

The Empress muttered to herself, as if trying to convince herself:

"The teacher said he couldn't bear to let me face everything alone in the future, so his final death must have been a lie to me, it must have been! It must have been!"

"Absolutely not, absolutely not some damned prophet's foolish scheme!"