Chapter 230: No One Can Refuse Me

They went around that tree, and after a short while, arrived at the center of the anomaly.

It was a huge deep pit.

"To get closer, it's best to summon a guardian spirit," the Wizard reminded.

Azier summoned a silver wolf spirit, while the boy behind him summoned a silver‑white snow leopard.

The pit was nearly a hundred meters wide, bottomless, and its walls were covered with the same "death Curse" seen on the trees before; even the air exhaled a terrifying decay energy, which is why the Wizard had them summon guardian spirits.

The guardian spirit's silver radiance shielded them from the corrosive decay forces, allowing them to approach the pit's vicinity.

Here, the emanating power of the death Curse had become unbearable; even with the guardian spirit's protection, they quickly felt an uncontainable weakness.

"Your Majesty, cough… we must leave this place…" Azier said.

But the boy ignored him; his eyes suddenly turned silver‑white, as if piercing the real world and seeing hidden past and future.

"I see… darkness," the boy said, "lightning, disease, storms and death…"

"Black wings, a head bearing two horns, a body clad in scale armor; Aliekexie calls him Horn God…"

"Crows, thousands upon thousands of crows…"

"Terrible Magic Power… even the ancestral giant spirit cannot withstand it…"

"Black hair… black eyes… I saw his face…"

Suddenly the boy let out a scream and snapped out of his trance.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?!" Azier exclaimed, forgetting even to conceal the other's identity, "Are you injured? Great Salman often says you cannot commune frequently; it drains your life…"

"I saw it," the boy said, "I saw his face."

"What? Is it terrifying?"

"No," the boy shook his head, "it's beautiful."

"…"

"I also picked up a bit of his thoughts…" the boy seemed somewhat confused, "Azier, what is an antenna? And what happened in Muggle Society?"

……

Beside the train, another Wizard said, "Azier Salman, we have checked; this is the Muggle President's train, and our two Wizards, Weitali·Piregude and Ninieer·Bielinski, were assigned to protect him. But they have both disappeared now."

"Weitali…" Azier frowned; he was a fellow trainee from the ancestral tomb studies, exceptionally talented.

It turned out he was on this train.

"How is the Muggle President?"

"He's fine; some MuggleSoldier on the train died, others were injured, and they are now unconscious, seemingly cursed by someone."

"This cannot be a random incident," Azier said, "There must be a conspiracy. Did those Muggles see anything?"

"We interrogated several of them; most were mentally confused, some said countless crows were attacking them, others said Werewolves were assaulting them," the Wizard said, "There are many traces of battle around the train; what they said is probably true, but their memories seem erased, their words were fragmented."

"What about the Muggle President, was he interrogated?"

"He…" the Wizard was at a loss, "He seems to know nothing, but he says he experienced a divine revelation. He saw God."

……

"They went inside."

Outside BuliangsiKe, dozens of kilometers away, Werewolf mercenary Ladwan watched Qiaobagefu's presidential train enter the city, then withdrew his gaze.

"All clear here."

After speaking, he looked at Murphy, asking in doubt, "What do you plan to do about QinYeli? Let him go? How can we guarantee he'll obey us?"

"The incident is too big; the Su Kingdom's Ministry of Magic can't miss it. The train is too badly damaged to repair, and the dead soldiers can't be revived; the site must stay as is. Su Kingdom Wizards will definitely investigate the train; if we use a double or any other method, they'll likely discover it, and then we'll be exposed," Murphy said.

"As for making him obey… he's an Eastern Orthodox believer. Though he was not devout before, now he's a fanatic."

"He will think he received a divine revelation, that maintaining Su Kingdom's unity is a sacred mission given by God."

"He will use any means to achieve that goal."

"Of course, he will continue to receive God's guidance, leading him to fulfill his mission."

Ladwan guessed at Murphy's tactics, but that raised another doubt, "Then why didn't we do this to him and Qiaobagefu from the start?"

"Because… both of them are idiots," Murphy sighed.

The Soul Seed can indeed alter a person's beliefs and thoughts, but it cannot raise one's intelligence or logical ability; it struggles to turn a weak coward into an iron‑fisted overlord, nor can it make a power‑struggling schemer who lacks governance into a mature leader.

Therefore, Murphy considered replacing the person outright.

But at this moment, forced by circumstances, QinYeli could only stay.

Fortunately, he at least understands power struggles; for now, using him as a murderous dagger is still sufficient.

As for later…

Despised by ten thousand, ultimately meeting martyrdom—doesn't that suit the fate of a generation's saint?

He probably feels his wish has been fulfilled.

How benevolent indeed.

However, with such a massive accident on the presidential train, any sane Su Kingdom Wizard would surely deduce the incident targeted the President.

The Soul Seed is indeed covert, but there's no guarantee Su Kingdom Wizards lack some obscure method to detect it; even if they can't, their response is hard to predict.

I only hope most Su Kingdom Wizards are like Aliekexie, indifferent to Muggle Society's fate.

Nevertheless, changes in Muggle Society will likely attract Su Kingdom Wizards' attention, making it hard to remain unnoticed as planned.

In this Su Kingdom wizarding world, I'll inevitably have to deal with them in the future.

Sigh, why does everyone keep popping up to hinder me whenever I try to act?

……

"Azier, what do you think?" the boy asked the young Salman beside him as they stepped out of the Muggle President's tent.

"He seems to have been subjected to a Falling Head Curse or some controlling Curse…"

"This is also my thought," the youth said, "but I haven't found any trace of Magic. Have you discovered anything?"

Azur shook his head, "No. But if the one who released this Curse on the Muggle President can kill Great Salman, then perhaps no one in Alkayam City would notice any trace."

"So, it was done by foreigners."

The youth pondered, lifted his fair face toward the clouds on the horizon, and suddenly said, "Erase the Muggles' memories, treat what happened here as a simple accident. Also, do not tell Yifan or the Muggle President about it."

Azur looked at him with puzzlement, "Your Majesty, that guy who killed Great Salman may be preparing to do something terrible to Muggle Society. Are you going to cover for him?"

The youth gave no answer, but suddenly asked, "Azur, who do you think would win, me or Yifan?"

"What… you…"

"Don't act as if this is the first time you've heard this topic," the youth said bluntly, "Yifan is my uncle; when I was still young he governed for me and did quite well, and I am grateful for his contributions. But I am already fifteen, I have the right to reclaim my rightful place."

"Of‑course, of‑course."

"But I won't win," the youth said, "even if Great Salman hadn't died and supported me, it would be the same. Yifan is very clever and knows how to win people's hearts; in ten years the great nobles of Alkayam have almost all become entangled with his interests. They will not stand on my side."

"So, you want to use external forces," Azur understood, "but that's too dangerous; you have already seen the opponent's power, so evil…"

"But it's strong, isn't it?"

Azur was momentarily speechless.

To turn this forest into this state… even Great Salman might not be able to; to call the opponent a true demon, he would even believe it.

"But it's still too risky. I know you want to get rid of Duke Yifan, but this is someone who can brazenly kill Great Salman and curse the Muggle President. He acts without any scruples, and cooperating with such a person is no different from putting yourself on the dining table… Are you willing to risk Alkayam being seized?"

"Even if he tries to seize Alkayam, so what? He is a man."

The young emperor spoke, dispelling the illusion; a cascade of silver hair fell down, and he— or rather, she— became much softer in appearance, changing from peerless handsomeness to a stunningly beautiful woman.

"And I am a woman. A very beautiful woman."

The Magic Empress of the holy city Alkayam declared in an absolute self‑channel, "No one can refuse me."

"You don't want to see the Russians, okay. White‑haired Empress, shall we?"

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(End of chapter)