The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 130 Ch.129 It will be a long time

"I think Roland is right, Victoria."

"You should really stop eating sweets."

Enid pursed her thin lips into a thin line, and her whole face was tense - please believe in the ability of a battle-hardened presiding judge to hold back laughter.

Victoria's voice was a little stiff, but her smile was still decent and natural: "Your lover is so interesting, Enid."

"Ah, yes, I think he's quite interesting too."

Enid shook the tablecloth, folded it carefully, and put it away.

Victoria:…

"He will become more and more interesting in the future, Victoria. I absolutely believe in this."

"I think we'd better talk about business." The young queen smiled even brighter, but she obviously didn't want to talk about this anymore: "I hope the Inquisition will come to my side."

"You are now in the eighth ring. You should know very well that the higher you go, the more dangerous it is - you probably don't want the Tribunal to be destroyed in your hands."

"Now?" Enid looked indifferent: "I don't care about the Tribunal that much now."

"What about Roland Collins?" There was something in Victoria's words: "You want to abandon your lover? You know, he has been marked by you now - when you die, how will he be treated by your enemies? Those of your men Woolen cloth?"

"Stand with me. I'll help you, and I'll help Roland Collins—and I'll make him my second-in-command, okay?"

Enid was still in a state of indifference.

"I'm not going to die, Victoria."

The words Roland left and Enid's 'disrespect' gradually exhausted the patience of this supreme lady - given her situation and age, she didn't have much patience to begin with.

"I'm not kidding you, Enid."

The presiding judge stared back, his brown eyes sparkling: "I won't die, Victoria. Wait until I find-"

"That's your fantasy." Victoria was slightly angry: "He doesn't exist at all. You wasted an opportunity. Why didn't you ask about more important things at that time?"

Enid held her chin and glanced at her: "Brother is the most important thing."

"You should ask it, is the country moving towards a more glorious future under my leadership - what have you done? That is a prophecy. You actually used the only opportunity in this life for your 'non-existent' Just imagine?"

Enid ignored her.

After Victoria finished speaking, she inhaled gently, then exhaled it suddenly, and rubbed her forehead in the eyes of Lavia Heidi with concern.

The fire burned the silence between the two people.

"...Okay, Enid. I believe you will not die, and I also believe you have a...brother. But I need you and the Inquisition." The Queen compromised: "You also want to see this country better, not Worse, isn't it?"

In fact, she didn't need the Inquisition so much as she needed Enid Judea.

Among the ritualists of the Inquisition, only Enid Judith was important.

It was also her that the Inquisition barely maintained its 'existence'.

"I won't mention the pagans, Enid. You're already in trouble with the Church alone. You can help me, and I can help you."

Enid raised her eyes: "What do you plan to ask the Inquisition to do?"

These words finally brought a smile to Victoria's eyes: "As long as you and I attend a few banquets - I will make some preparations and find a way to find Paul Heffer's 'secret'. This is a long battle. …”

Enid said nothing, spinning the knife in the strawberry jam.

A long while.

"It seems that you are not only targeting Charles Croy, but also the ritualists around him."

Victoria nodded and admitted frankly:

"Of course. The high bench, headed by Charles Croy and Paul Heffer, has been colluding with members of Congress to oppose my decree. Not only that - I have been assassinated three times so far. Enid, who do you think did it? What’s this dirty and shameless method that doesn’t follow the rules at all?”

Enid shrugged, "It wasn't me anyway."

Victoria:…

The woman playing with the jam chuckled: "If it were me, you would be dead, Victoria."

"That's because I'm in the military and have many supporters in the Parliament of Truth and the blue-blood nobles, including pagans - I've paid a lot to be where I am today. I can't hope for luck next time..." Victoria Sincerely: "Help me, Enid. Help me."

"What can I get?"

"Perhaps, a title?"

Enid shook her head and refused: "Just spend money, I'm not short of money."

"what would you like?"

"I'm almost done, I got what I wanted." Enid lifted up her loose hair. The elegant and graceful woman moved her gaze and focused on the attendant next to Victoria.

Lavia Heidi quickly lowered her head.

"Just one request. It's simple, Victoria."

"Don't let your men manipulate Roland's fate again." Enid narrowed her eyes and used a warning tone: "Next time you are discovered by me, you will lose your beloved servant. You...should not want to Find the head of the one you love on the bed and the rest of her in the bathroom."

Victoria crossed her hands, her eyes unflinching: "Are you threatening me? Enid? The monarch of a country?"

Enid didn't answer. She threw the knife on the table and stood up.

"Invitations to the banquet are sent to the Inquisition."

She turned around, stepped into the sudden light, and disappeared.

Except for the sound of someone's gradually heavier breathing, the restaurant was extremely quiet.

Then, there was the muffled sound of the cup hitting the wooden table.

Boom.

"She always talks to me like that."

"She has no respect for me."

The queen maintained her elegant sitting posture, but her eyes as blue as the ocean set off huge waves.

She spoke to the empty and expensive carpet, as if to the thousands of subjects lying at her feet: "...Kingdom is divine authority, royalty is political power, and royalty is power."

"I should sit in the only chair in the Parliament of Truth."

"I should be a theocracy, that's what I should have -"

Lavia Heidi closed her mouth and did not dare to answer.

Every good politician has extremely high emotional control. The young queen is learning it, and she is learning it very quickly.

So, it only took her a minute or two to regain her composure.

It was as if a beam of blazing fire was thrown into the flat lake. After the green smoke passed, there were no ripples left.

"Do as she says."

Victoria said quietly.

Lavia Heidi pursed her lips: "...Your Majesty."

"Um?"

"We really cannot interfere with Roland Collins' fate in the future."

Victoria turned her head: "What did you say?"

Lavia Headey glanced at a certain location: "Your Majesty, we have been weaving the fate of Roland Collins, Cherry Chloe and the valet Pink Brown. Just in case, we avoided Minth Chloe.”

"Roland Collins..."

The attendant said:

"The thread of his fate does indeed lie in Iris's hand...it does."

"But she said 'it' was getting blurry."

Vague?

Victoria didn't quite understand and frowned: "What does that mean?"

The attendant explained: "High-circle ritualists of certain paths can avoid being manipulated in destiny, prophecy, and even be able to completely erase their own existence from the memory of others——"

"Obviously, Roland Collins doesn't have this ability, right?" Victoria interjected softly: "And Enid doesn't seem to know about this either..."

Lavia Heidi nodded.

"Someone helped him, but it wasn't Enid Judea. Or maybe he got a strange object of destiny and no one discovered it."

Victoria pondered for a moment: "...continue to pay attention to Roland Collins."

"yes."

Someone helped him, or a strange object.

or…

His very existence is special.

——But Lavia Heidi knows that this last speculation is almost equivalent to ‘fantasy’.

Because that's impossible.

She had never heard of any apprentice or link being able to hide the thread of their destiny.

Just like how smart and precocious a baby is, it is impossible to lift a carriage.

This is not a problem on the same level.

"Heidi."

The voice interrupted the attendant's thoughts.

"His Majesty?"

Victoria glanced over to where someone had been sitting.

"Go and see if our judge and her little lover are the same person."

With a straight face, Lavia Headey came to where Enid had been sitting.

Then, a long silence fell.

The young queen finally couldn't maintain her manners and said with a dark face:

"I knew...what did she write?"

The attendant looked at the knife marks left on the wooden table, and then at his helpless monarch who was laughing.

"...she wrote: I think you should accept this suggestion."

Victoria started to have another headache.

"Hopefully I won't have to deal with these two lunatics for too long..."