Chapter 48: Politics and Schemes

Watching the two figures' departing silhouettes, Fulade fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Tell me, why does this involve Sibyl!"

As the words fell, the entire hall's light dimmed instantly, and a gloomy, terrifying aura filled the hall.

At some point, a woman dressed in a black long dress, tall and voluptuous, suddenly appeared inside the Council Hall.

Looking around, it was the Dark Witch Famic.

"Prince, this is not our doing."

Famic slowly lifted her head to look upward, and only after noticing the cold glint in Fulade's gaze had vanished did she cautiously breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Fulade showed little expression, in that very instant Famic clearly felt as if she were wearing no clothes at all.

It was as if she were naked, falling into a frozen wasteland, instantly assaulted by a grim, terrifying cold.

When she finished speaking, that inexplicable chill vanished instantly.

This allowed the sweating Famic to finally let her previously tense heart settle.

"Alright, lift your head. I know you didn't do this; do you know the specifics?"

Famic straightened, looked at Fulade, and nodded:

"Prince, our original plan was to start with Count Ge Lan Se Mu's eldest daughter and son‑in‑law, make them disappear for a few days, thereby causing Count Ge Lan Se Mu to doubt the Holy Court.

When the timing was right, we would deliberately release them, frame the Holy Court, creating a rift between Count Ge Lan Se Mu and the Holy Court; thus, Count Ge Lan Se Mu would inevitably remain silent about our establishment of the Wizard Academy."

"What we didn't anticipate was that before our plan could even begin, this incident occurred."

"So you went with the flow, deliberately blew the matter up, letting the whole city know, making Count Ge Lan Se Mu unable to suppress it, and thus vent his anger on the Holy Court!?"

Before Famic could finish, Fulade, his tone slightly grim, interrupted:

Famic's rosy lips moved a few times, then her eyes flickered, and with a slightly uneasy expression she nodded, "Yes, Prince."

For a moment, the entire Council Hall fell into silence.

After a long while, Fulade spoke, "Enough, this matter is not your fault."

Then Fulade shifted his tone, "What about the escaped priest, Solomon—have you found any trace of him?"

Famic replied immediately, "He's at the Xiudaoyuan on the mountain peak."

"Kexiya Grand Monastery?" Fulade closed his eyes to think for a moment, then shouted, "Dumitelu."

As the words fell, a clang of armor sounded suddenly, and a figure entered from outside the hall, bowed in a knight's salute, and said, "Prince, what are your orders?"

"I recall Priest Solomon has two daughters; go to the Kexiya Monastery and bring them back."

Then turning to Famic, he said, "You know what to do next: restrain him and infiltrate him into the Holy Court."

Watching Famic and the Imperial Guard Captain depart, Dumitelu, who had just been turned into a Blood Race by him, helplessly pinched his brow and sighed.

Third day, Council Hall.

Watching Chief Minister Ge La Mu Se Mu leave in anger, Fulade fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly turning his head to his uncle, the Finance Minister Count Lan De, he said, "Count Lan De, the Wizard Academy can now be set up; place it at the mountain‑top Kexiya Grand Monastery. That location is fine, suitable for the wizards' cultivation."

Count Lan De exclaimed in surprise, "Kexiya Monastery!?" "Don't worry, they'll agree," Fulade replied with an inscrutable smile.

Then turning to the Imperial Guard Captain, he said, "Dumitelu, order a city‑wide hunt for that escaped clergyman. Since Deacon Lucian of St. An Cathedral cannot give us a satisfactory answer, we will handle it ourselves."

"Yes, Prince."

"Viscount John, the duchy's armaments cannot slacken; although the old Sultan has promised not to conscript our children, we cannot keep placing our hope solely on their mercy.

Sooner or later they will return, and I don't want us to lose even the power to say 'no' when that time comes."

Upon hearing this, Viscount John's body trembled, and looking at Fulade, his gaze blazing, he said firmly, "Rest assured, Prince, I will not disappoint you."

Seeing the War Minister Viscount John openly align himself with him, Fulade nodded with satisfaction.

Because, according to Fulade's information, John's first son had been forcibly taken during the omen age last time and died on the battlefield.

If he wishes to avoid a repeat tragedy, Viscount John will inevitably give his full support.

Walking through the vast, maze‑like castle corridor, a figure suddenly appeared beside Fulade.

"That clergyman has been eliminated," Fulade said without turning his head.

"Yes, Prince, he will no longer appear in this world."

"Hmm, as long as we confirm Lucian's escape, Count Ge Lan Se Mu will not become our hindrance."

"After all, Count Ge Lan Se Mu is very capable, his family's power is not weak; eliminating him would be a pity."

Fulade stopped, looked at Famic, and said solemnly,

"Next, continue to deepen their conflict, but keep within limits; I don't want a repeat of the previous incident. Understood?"

Famic's eyes burned with a hint of reverence as she nodded in agreement.

"Prince, Solomon has agreed to become ours, but considering our Blood Race presence inside the Holy Court, it's easy to expose, so we only signed a magical contract to bind him."

"The price is to guarantee his daughter's safety and later transform him into a Blood Race."

Fulade nodded in agreement, "Send his two daughters to the Wizard Academy, you also take a position there, and establish a Wizard Development Promotion Committee; you will serve as chairperson, recruiting all witches."

Upon hearing this, Famic's expression brightened instantly, her gaze toward Fulade's fiery eyes unable to hide any longer.

"What~ you still want to devour me? As long as you can accomplish what I assign, it's not impossible; I'll give you a chance."

Fulaide forcibly lifted Famic's slightly plump jaw and said ambiguously,

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the castle's bedroom, leaving a stunned Famic standing there, her heart pounding.

"Huh~"

"This Famic is becoming more and more outrageous."

Fulade said this, but without any hint of disgust; after all, he is the one gaining the advantage.

Of course, perhaps Famic feels she got a huge bargain, since these Western minds sometimes even Fulade finds hard to fathom.

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