Chapter 195 The princess’ flower of corruption is about to bloom!
Outside the city of Abrana, the 300,000 troops sent by the parliament have surrounded the capital of Sussetani.

Whether by land or water, Abrana was now an isolated city. Without outside help, no matter how hard the city held out, it would eventually be conquered.

In the palace, His Majesty the King was awakened by a nightmare. He suddenly sat up from the bed, only to feel cold sweat all over his body. He subconsciously looked out the window.

It was still dark at this time, and only a faint glow could be seen on the distant eastern horizon.

The king went to bed very late last night and felt very tired, but he was no longer sleepy and prepared to get up by holding onto the bed.

The palace maids discovered that His Majesty the King had gotten up, and several maids hurried over to help His Majesty change his clothes.

There was a look of panic in the eyes of the maids. They never expected that His Majesty the King would get up so early today.

According to past custom, if they had problems at work, being beaten or scolded was the lightest punishment, especially since the king had a bad temper and would get angry easily.

The maids served the king with trepidation.

Although something went wrong in their work today, His Majesty the King had no intention of blaming them at this time.

Listening to the bad news from the front for a long time has numbed His Majesty the King's mind.

Some people will go crazy and rage in extreme despair, while others will simply give up.

His Majesty the King is right in between these two situations. He wants to do something crazy, but he is more confused than before.

The palace was very quiet. In recent months, it had lost its former bustle.

Even the temper-prone Princess Theresa and the second prince who often punished his servants became quiet during this period of time. The entire palace was filled with a tense and desperate atmosphere.

His Majesty the King walked to his study tiredly. After having breakfast, he drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself and waited quietly for today's meeting.

At exactly seven o'clock in the morning, a number of people came into the king's study in the palace one after another. These people were all ministers of Susaytani.

But it seems that there is one less person coming today than yesterday.

His Majesty the King looked carefully and found that his newly appointed Minister of Finance was missing.

"Maren ran away too?"

His Majesty the King asked calmly.

Prime Minister Viscount Palin glanced at the King, then lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, Maren... I don't know how he surrendered to the rebels with his immediate family members."

Ever since the Campbell family joined the parliamentary faction and the Archdukes of Frederick and Ferdinand were destroyed, Susaitani's last solid barrier fell apart and the army collapsed completely.

At this time, there were less than 10 troops in the city of Abrana, including the king's most trusted imperial guards.

The people of the besieged city of Abrana are already in a panic. The main task of these troops in the city is to suppress the internal situation to prevent anyone from destroying the magical protective devices in the city or causing unrest.

Abrana is the last trump card for His Majesty the King. He needs to use this city and his throne to exchange for a good ending.

Therefore, he attached great importance to Abrana's stability.

The city has sufficient food reserves, and the imperial guards are carefully selected troops, so their loyalty can be maintained for the time being.

But if the siege continues, His Majesty the King is well aware that the entire city will inevitably fall into chaos.

"The Duke of Lautrec's fleet was destroyed?"

Although this news was received yesterday, His Majesty the King still couldn't believe it.

That was the Southern Fleet of the Narbo Empire. How could it be wiped out like this?

If the Hudson family really had such maritime strength, Susaitani would have directly attacked the territory of the Narbo Empire in the past, instead of focusing on defense.

Prime Minister Palin lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "The intelligence is correct, Your Majesty, the Duke of Toulouse-Lautrec's fleet was indeed annihilated.

It is said that Deya Cavendish used some magic that people had never seen before to summon a legion of dragons.

Under the power of the dragon army, not only was the fleet of Duke Lautrec annihilated, but the entire dukedom was also completely destroyed, and even the duke himself was killed in the battle. "

At this time, Prime Minister Palin was also in a state of distress.

He is a spy from England!
Today, England is ruled by Deya, the Son of God, and Deya's Cavendish family is the main force of the Sussettani parliamentary faction.

It can be said that this is no longer a civil war in Susaitani, but a war between two countries, and the result of the war is that England is about to win.

As a spy sent by England to Susetani, and as he had caused countless sabotages within Susetani, he should be a great contributor to England.

If Susetani is destroyed, he will be awarded the title of archbishop directly!

But the actual result is that Prime Minister Palin is now quite panicked.

As a spy who had risen to the position of Prime Minister, his identity was top secret. In the past, only the Patriarch of England knew his identity, and he had a single line of communication.

But His Holiness the Patriarch died in the battle, and now no one in England knows his true identity, so no one can prove that he is England's spy!
His Majesty the King was unaware of the distress in his Prime Minister’s heart. He just said incredulously: “Duke Toulouse-Lautrec was killed and his territory was destroyed. All of this was caused by Deya.

His Majesty the Emperor of Narbo, isn't he planning to send troops to attack the Cavendish family?"

This is a complete slap in the face to the empire. The emperor of the Narpo Empire can't tolerate this, right? If he really tolerated it, where would he put his face?

Prime Minister Palin said distressedly: "Your Majesty, the Narpo Empire is not prepared to hold Deya Cavendish responsible, but believes that all this is related to the evil dragon entrenched in the north of the empire.

The Narpo Empire had no intention of resorting to military action against the Cavendish family, but instead prepared its armaments against the evil dragon. "

When His Majesty the King heard this, he opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

That Deya Cavendish was truly God's favorite, the illegitimate son of the goddess. It seemed that he could always turn danger into safety no matter what happened. His luck was so good that it could be described as against the sky.

Now he was doing something unfavorable to the empire, but nothing happened. There was no other explanation except luck and the favor of God.

As for the death of his eldest daughter, who was married to the Duke of Lautrec, His Majesty the King was not at all sad.

Now that I can’t even live happily, how can I have the time to care about my daughter’s life or death?

Prime Minister Palin said cautiously again: “The Hudson family has declared their allegiance and even sent a fleet down the river to Abrana.

If the rebels attack the city, the Hudson fleet will probably bombard Abrams as well."

Even if it is the capital of Sussetani, no matter how powerful the magic devices here are, facing the siege of 30 coalition forces, fleet artillery, and even tens of thousands of mid- and high-level undead legions, this city cannot hold out for a few days even if it tries its best.

The Prime Minister is telling the King in a tactful way, let's vote, we really can't fight this war!
Surrender? Of course I want to surrender!
His Majesty the King was secretly resentful.

He had made this request, and initially he wanted the Parliamentarians to retain their title of king in exchange for giving away all the royal territories.

Although such a king is like a puppet, he can still continue to live a relatively luxurious life and spend his old age in peace.

However, the parliamentary faction rejected his proposal and insisted on stripping him of his title of king.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling, His Majesty the King put forward a new request. As long as he could save his life and allow him to continue living in the palace, he would not care about the title of king.

However, the parliamentary faction still chose to reject this condition.

In this situation, how could His Majesty the King tolerate it? He had already seen that the other party really wanted to kill him and would not even give him a chance to act.

It can be said that the king has no choice now.

At this moment, the voice of the king's butler came from outside the study: "Your Majesty, there is a reply from those rebels."

At the King's signal, the loyal Captain of the Guards walked out of the study and took a letter from the butler.

After handing the letter to the king, many ministers present looked at His Majesty the King nervously.

The king quickly read the letter. When he saw the eager looks on his ministers' faces, he felt even more bitter.

He said calmly: "Those nobles agreed to my conditions. I can choose to be sent to the guillotine by them, but I must save the lives of my family.

In two days, Deya Cavendish will come to the palace in person to accept my surrender. At that time, I will shut down Abrana's magical protection device and let the nobles' army occupy this place."

His Majesty the King was also well aware that his request to meet with Deya in private would most likely be rejected by the other party.

Anyone can sense that there is something fishy going on here.

So His Majesty the King added some conditions, that is, he surrendered himself and no longer chose to confront the parliamentary faction, and handed over Abram completely.

Under such conditions, the necromancer agreed to meet with him in private.

The ministers in the study were delighted, but they did not dare to show it in front of His Majesty the King.

Instead, the ministers all had sad faces, as if they were sad for the King who sacrificed himself for peace.

The king just watched these people's performance coldly, and one hand subconsciously grasped a scroll under the desk.

That was not his hope of a comeback, but it was his last choice to vent his anger and die together with the other party.

After His Majesty the King sent everyone else away, the Captain of the Royal Guards was the only one left in the study.

His Majesty the King suddenly said, "Can I trust you?"

The commander of the Royal Guards looked at the King deeply and said, "You can always trust me, Your Majesty."

The king nodded gently: "I trust you. Of all people, I only trust you, so I will give you a task in the end."

"You say!"

"When the rebellious troops enter the city, you will find out for me where the Cavendish and Campbell families are and tell me their locations."

Using the scroll given to him by the Church of All Living Things, he could instantly become a nine-ring master.

But His Majesty the King knew that there was only one minute, and all he could do was to complete his revenge as much as possible within this minute!

The commander of the Royal Guards looked at the king deeply and lowered his head: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

In the dungeon of the palace, Sally curled up in a corner of the dungeon.

It was pitch dark here, with no sunlight to be seen every day. Even because of the king's anger, she didn't even have a chance to get some light in the air.

In such a deep and dark dungeon, it is easy to have a mental breakdown.

But after being imprisoned here for several months, Sally's spirit remained strong. This was the firm will she had gained from fighting against the unknown god in her more than 20 years of life.

Even the gods could not defeat her, let alone this mere darkness and loneliness.

Even though she was all alone in this dungeon, even though the food she was given every day was like pig food, she could only barely survive on that food.

But Sally still didn't give up, she was still waiting for hope.

Even in this desperate dungeon, fighting against God became the only thing Celeste had to do.

It was also during these few months that her spirit was honed again. Even the will of the gods became weak in front of her. This made Sally feel that she could control the power that belonged to God!
Suddenly, there was a noise in the dark dungeon.

A candlelight lit up in the dark dungeon. Sally, who was sitting in the corner of the cell, squinted her eyes subconsciously when she saw the sudden light.

Outside the cell, walking in was Amy, the maid who betrayed Celeste.

"your Highness."

When Amy saw Sally, she didn't dare to look at her and her eyes were evasive.

Seeing this, Sally, who was imprisoned in the cell, smiled and said, "Amy, I don't blame you."

"When you betrayed me at first, I hated you, but I learned from other people that you had your reasons."

"You have an elderly and seriously ill mother at home, and you have younger brothers and sisters. In order to treat your mother and to provide your younger brothers and sisters with enough food, you need a large sum of money."

"You were transferred from Teresa to me, and your income has been greatly reduced. You can no longer support the family. I know you had no choice but to betray me for the king's reward.

So, I don’t blame you, and you shouldn’t feel guilty.”

Celeste's words of comfort and reassurance made Amy a little emotionally broken.

Amy burst into tears and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Princess, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that you have become like this.

I, I will take you to escape now. Abramana is in chaos now. The nobles' army has surrounded the city. People say that Abramana is finished and the king is also finished.

I will take you away now, and they will definitely not find you."

Celeste shook her head. "If you run away with me, the angry King will kill your family. You came here, does the King want to see me?"

As the battle with the unknown god lasted longer and longer, Sally was always able to learn some knowledge that belonged only to God from the will of that god.

Sally could not fully understand this knowledge, but under the influence of this knowledge, she became more mature and could see the essence of things at a glance.

So the moment she saw Amy, Sally knew the purpose of her visit.

"Yes, His Majesty the King asked me to take you to see him."

"Then what are you waiting for? Take me to see the king."

Celeste said as she struggled to get up.

Seeing this, Amy quickly said, "Your Highness, this is your prosthesis."

Seeing the prosthetic limb, Sally's eyes lit up. She gently stroked the surface of the prosthetic limb with her hand and whispered softly, "Lord Deya."

Sally put on her prosthetic limbs and, under Amy's guidance, went to the bathing area first to wash off the dirt and smell on her body that she had picked up in the dungeon.

Then she put on the finest silk woven trousers and clothes, and after some tidying up, she followed Amy to the king's lounge.

His Majesty the King seemed to have seen through everything at this time. He was enjoying the afternoon tea in front of him and didn't even look at the war reports. His expression was so calm that it was terrifying.

He suddenly felt that life was pretty good now. The palace was no longer as chaotic as it had been in the past. Whether it was the queen, his second son, or Theresa, they had all calmed down and no longer bothered him.

The death of Duke Frederick left the Queen and her children without a backer. They were no longer as arrogant as before, and His Majesty the King no longer had to worry about them.

Only when he was near death did he realize that all the things he had pursued in the past seemed so ridiculous.

Celeste walked into the house, and the King looked up at her and said, "You are here, Celeste."

Sally said nothing. She had no feelings for her father.

His Majesty the King did not take it seriously and said, "Tomorrow, you will be free."

Celeste raised her head and looked at the king in confusion, not knowing why he said that.

The king explained to her: "I have decided to surrender, and Dea Cavendish has agreed to my surrender in exchange for the chance for your brother and sister to survive.

Celeste, I know I'm a bad father, but I hope you don't hate me.

I think you should be able to understand that the curse you have carried since birth makes people afraid to touch you, and I can only treat you this way."

His Majesty the King said pleadingly, with a hint of sadness and pleading in his eyes.

Sally felt instinctively that something was wrong. This was not something the king would say at all, and it was inconsistent with the king's character that she knew.

She remained silent, shook her head gently and said, "I don't hate you."

She told the truth.

When she was young and ignorant, Celeste hated her father, her relatives, and her own miserable life.

But as she grew older and put herself in the king's shoes, she felt that there was nothing wrong with the king's attitude towards her.

After all, as His Majesty the King said, facing someone like her who has a terrible curse since birth, no matter who she is, they will probably want to stay away and escape.

Celeste is always so kind. Even if everyone hates her and bullies her, she will still find an explanation for them from their perspective.

Celeste neither hated nor liked her father; she simply treated him as a stranger.

Only when she learned that the king and Deya were in hostility did she develop ill will towards the king.

"You don't hate me? I hope what you say is true."

The king sighed softly: "...Salister, I actually have something to ask of you."

"You said."

"I know you have a good relationship with Deya Cavendish. After I die, I hope you can plead for your brother and sister and let them live. I'm afraid Deya Cavendish will break the agreement."

His Majesty's words were sincere, like a good husband and father who cared deeply for his wife and children.

Sally felt somewhat reluctant.

She had no feelings for her so-called brothers and sisters, especially Teresa, whom she felt disgusted with.

Because that woman, she was once Lord Deya's fiancée. She clearly had happiness that others didn't have, but she did something out of the ordinary and gave up her future.

In Sally's opinion, this was what she deserved.

However, seeing the king's decadent and pleading eyes, her heart softened and she agreed: "Okay, I understand."

"Thank you, I thank you on behalf of your brother and sister, Celeste. I'm a little tired, you go down first, and you don't have to go to the dungeon, go back to your living room."

His Majesty the King waved his hand disinterestedly.

Sally didn't say anything, she just left here in silence.

Maybe the king really realized that he was wrong when facing death?
When Sally left, the King looked at her from behind and his eyes suddenly turned gloomy: "I don't like traitors or trash. Traitors and trash should all die, Sally."

……

"I smell corruption about to bloom."

Outside the city of Abrana, Deya, who was heavily protected by the Undead Legion, heard the words of Patricia who was sitting on his shoulder.

Deya retracted his gaze, sniffed the fragrance of night-blooming vanilla on the doll girl, and asked, "Flower of Corruption, do you mean Sallyst?"

Patricia nodded: "As for the God of Corruption, I have some memories about Him. In my memory, He died together with a powerful dragon.

That girl is the incarnation of the God of Corruption, his resurrected body. They are now fighting for dominance.

The girl wants the power of the gods, and the god of corruption wants her life. This will be a winner-takes-all war between the two."

Deya's mind moved: "Patricia, do you know how to improve Sally's chances of winning?"

The puppet girl smiled and said, "Deya, do you know what humans have that best supports their will?"

Deya asked tentatively, "Love?"

Isn't that what it says in those anime and novels, where they shout about bonds and the one in love suddenly explodes with their little universe.

Patricia couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect you to say this answer, but the general idea is correct. If you want a person to have a strong will, it depends on their emotions.

Human beings will make their wills extremely strong for the sake of family, love, and friendship. Even those who are most afraid of death will not be afraid of the coming of death.

Although it was only an improvement in willpower rather than strength, it had no meaning in the face of an absolute power gap.

But that girl just needs such a strong will. She has very strong feelings for you. You should know this. This is your original purpose, isn't it? "

Deya seemed to be thinking about something, and he asked with a smile, "In other words, I need to give Sally a strong stimulation to make her awaken?
How about I die in front of her? This will surely help her awaken her own power."

Patricia was speechless: "This will indeed wake her up, but she will probably also completely lose her mind."

"It's okay. I can win the resurrection match right now. I'll let Sally regain her sanity in despair for me. When she can defeat herself who has lost her sanity, it means she has won."

Patricia was speechless for a while. She looked at Deya with contempt:

"That's what you planned from the beginning, right? And those two witches, Lamia and Mavis, it's impossible for you not to know their feelings for you, but you just deliberately didn't respond."

Deya shrugged and said, "People are greedy. When you don't have it, you want it. When you get it, you find that this thing is actually shared by everyone, and you will want to monopolize it.

I have no choice but to take this approach of not taking the initiative, not taking responsibility, and not refusing. Only in this way can I take the lead instead of giving it up to others. ”

Patricia laughed.

What you said sounds really nice. Keep going and see what other nonsense you can come up with!

(End of this chapter)