The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 125 Ch.124 Monarch
“Not surprising.”

"I thought she treated him differently, ever since she brought him back from Forkshire."

"Generally speaking, the sons of cultists are also subject to the test of burning at the stake."

Several gas lamps in the shape of chandeliers were hung through the wall and overhead, illuminating this large but increasingly dark room.

A crisp blue tablecloth was spread across the teak tabletop.

Teapots, porcelain cups, milk jugs, sugar cube trays, and spoons and milk ladles used to serve them - after being measured by servants with a ruler, they stood on the cloth at a certain agreed-upon scale, neither too far nor too close.

There was a carpet as soft as pastry under her feet. The woman on the high-back chair was wearing a soft and comfortable strawberry skirt and a gold and red cloak. She was quietly looking at the person kneeling in front of her.

The house is about 2,000 square feet.

Apart from a full-length jewel-encrusted mirror, a fireplace, a chair and a long table, the room was almost bare.

People seem particularly small.

"You are absolutely right, Your Majesty."

The woman on one knee had a featureless face.

"Cherry Chloe...Yes, I once warned that foolish woman as a servant, but she did not listen to my advice."

"Roland Collins, this beauty who pleases people is really disappointing. For so long, nothing has been done. I almost have to take the second step myself--"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Step forward, Heidi."

said the young Queen.

Lavia Heidi was stunned for a moment, until she felt the gaze on her becoming hotter and hotter.

She bent her waist, slowly stood up and took a few steps forward.

Then, he knelt on one knee again.

A pair of jeweled hands suddenly grasped her chin.

The skin and flesh are cold.

"Look at me, Heidi."

After getting permission, Lavia Heidi slowly raised her head.

The graceful woman in front of me is already the queen.

A man's wife.

Not a girl, but a woman.

She still carried the same faint fragrance that she had when she first met her, but her affectionate eyes, plump, rosy face and moist lips reminded her all the time that her soul and body were nourished by love.

This ripe fruit grew on the steepest cliff, and Lavia Heidi would never be able to pick it in her lifetime.

"His Majesty…"

"Call my name."

"Victoria—"

"Call my name."

“…Lina.”

Lavia Heidi smelled her faint fragrance again, and when she pinched herself with her palms, her skin seemed to become an independent entity. She couldn't control the thoughts in her brain, those evil obstacles that were causing trouble.

She didn't understand why she was like this, but it was like this.

"My Lina."

Lavia Heidi called out in a trembling voice.

Then, the hand changed from pinching to stroking, and the hard ring and palm flesh slid across her face.

The woman on the seat was very satisfied.

"If the price is unfamiliarity, Heidi, I will transfer you back to my side."

"…No. I can help you."

Lavia Heidi said firmly: "The same is true for the "Queen's Blade". It won't be long before those nobles and crazy people will no longer be able to stop you, my master."

“You can bring me light…”

“It will also bring a brilliant future to this country.”

Victoria gazed at the woman kneeling in front of her with satisfaction, watching her put her face in her palms and gently rub it, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. "People who love me will always help me, Heidi. Like you, and like Francis."

Hearing this name, Lavia Heidi's eyes instantly turned cold.

She leaned back slightly to avoid the hand.

"…I will continue to help you until you no longer need me, Your Majesty."

The change in address made the woman in the seat a little disappointed. She sighed and said, "Okay, tell me about the results of the investigation into Roland Collins - is he related to the ritualist who killed Minth Chloe?"

Roland Collins is only one part of this plan.

According to Victoria's original plan, Lavia Heidi and her organization would need at least half a year to pull the Inquisition, the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, and the Blue-Blooded Nobles into the same web.

Obviously plans cannot keep up with changes.

This dishonorable assassination ended everything.

"Roland Collins."

"Born in Fulk County, mother unknown."

"My father, Tallis Collins, my butler, Seth Will, and a group of servants are all followers of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood. Before Enid Jutia passed by, Tallis Collins was performing a sacrificial ceremony - the sacrifice was his own daughter, Nina Collins."

"In the same month, a letter was sent to recall Roland Collins to assist in completing the ceremony."

"After Enid Jutia's arrival, Roland Collins was rescued and taken to London."

"Currently, Roland Collins is living with his uncle, Pushou Collins."

"371 Fleet Street, East Side. Pushou Collins's Drug Store."

"According to the investigation, the apprentice Roland Collins seems to be preparing to embark on a non-Crown God path. There is no news that he has become a formal ritualist."

"Possessing the rare item: Spider Kiss, from the fourth-ring ritualist Fernandez de Winson."

"Rare item: the secret meeting candle, from the fourth-ring ritualist Fernandez de Winson."

"Teammate: Shandel Kratov, captain is Fernandez de Vinson."

Lavia Headey's voice echoed in the huge room.

Including strange objects, rituals, life stories, and interpersonal relationships.

Among them were names such as Randolph, Beatrice, and Cherry.

"Falk County Workhouse..." Victoria groaned for a moment, "Most of those who can survive the workhouse are smart children. Smart children should know how to weigh the pros and cons... Don't you agree, Heidi?"

Lavia Heidi's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "If you want me to believe that he or he instructed a friend to kill Mince Chloe in order to avenge Cherry Chloe - you might as well let me believe that the blind can regain their sight."

Victoria supported her chin, feeling somewhat helpless about someone's prejudice: "You may have a little misunderstanding about him, Heidi."

"Cherry Chloe was his good friend, Your Majesty." Lavia Heidi sneered: "I put the poison in front of him, and he did take it - then, what did he do?"

"Nothing at all."

"It's as if nothing happened, and you're using that pretty face to seduce other ladies again - not now, but I guess, soon, Your Majesty."

"In my opinion, doubting him is equivalent to forcibly improving the moral character of a shameless person."

"He doesn't give a shit about Cherry-Chloe."

"He can't be related to the murderer."

The Queen was silent.

There was no need for her to argue with her men about the character of a strange man.

"Then, Heidi, tell me where the murderer is."

Lavia Heidi was stunned and quickly lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. We haven't found any information about the murderer yet..."

"We have to thank the murderer," the woman on the seat smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Maybe it's someone from the Mithril Church, as you judged before... Who cares? It's a good job, Heidi."

"There's no need to let you go any deeper, but we've gained so much."

Victoria stared at Lavia Heidi eagerly, with a smile as bright as the midday sun on her face.

However, the half-kneeling woman knew that the person she was looking at was not herself.

But the future in your heart.

"Charles, Charles Chloe..."

The Queen murmured.

(End of this chapter)