The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 130 Ch.129 It will take a long time

"I think what Roland said makes sense, Victoria."

"You really should eat less sweets."

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

Victoria's tone was a little stiff, but her smile was still appropriate and natural: "Your lover is really 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 am absolutely sure of this."

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

"You are now at the eighth ring. You should know that the higher you go, the more dangerous it is. You should not want the Tribunal to be destroyed in your hands."

"Now?" Enid said indifferently, "I don't care about the Tribunal that much now."

"What about Roland Collins?" Victoria said with a hint of meaning. "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? What about your men?"

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

Enid remained unmoved.

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

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

"I'm not kidding you, Enid."

The judge stared back, his brown eyes sparkling. "I won't die, Victoria. When 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 more important things at that time?"

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

"You should ask it whether the country is heading towards a more glorious future under my leadership. What have you done? That is a prophecy. You actually used the only chance of this life on your 'non-existent' fantasy?"

Enid ignored her.

After Victoria finished speaking, she inhaled gently and exhaled suddenly, rubbing her forehead again and again under Lavia Heidi's concerned eyes.

The fire warmed the silence between the two people.

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

In fact, she needed Enid Jutia more than the Inquisition.

Among the ritualists of the Inquisition, only Enid Jutia is important.

It was also because of her that the Inquisition was able to barely maintain its "existence".

"I won't talk about the pagans, Enid. You've got yourself into trouble with the Church alone. You can help me, and I can help you."

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

This finally made Victoria smile: "As long as you come to a few banquets with me - I will do some preparations and find a way to find Paul Heffer's 'that secret'. This is a long battle..."

Enid said nothing, swirling her knife in the strawberry jam.

half an hour.

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

Victoria nodded and admitted frankly:
"Of course. The high chair, headed by Charles Croy and Paul Heffer, has been colluding with members of Congress to oppose my policies. Not only that, I have been assassinated three times so far. Enid, who do you think did it? This is a dirty and shameless method, and it does not follow the rules at all-"

Enid shrugged. "It wasn't me."

Victoria: …

The woman fiddling with the jam chuckled. “If it were me, you’d be dead, Victoria.”

"That's because I have many supporters in the army, the Truth Council, the Blue Blood Nobles, and even the pagans. I have paid a lot to get to where I am today. I can't rely on my luck next time..." Victoria said sincerely, "Help me, Enid. Help me."

"What can I get?"

"Perhaps, a title?"

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

"what would you like?"

"I've almost got what I wanted." Enid lifted her scattered hair. The elegant and graceful woman moved her eyes and set her gaze on the attendant next to Victoria.

Lavia Heidi lowered her head quickly.

"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: "The next time I find out, you will lose your beloved attendant. You... probably don't want to find the head of the person you love on the bed, and see the rest of her in the bathroom."

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

Enid didn't answer, but threw her knife on the table and stood up.

"The invitation to the banquet has been sent to the Court of Inquisition."

She turned around, took a step into the sudden glow, and disappeared.

The restaurant was extremely quiet except for someone's increasingly heavy breathing. Then, there was the dull sound of a cup hitting the wooden table.

thump.

"She always talks to me like that."

"She had no respect for me at all."

The queen maintained her elegant sitting posture, but huge waves were rising in her eyes as blue as the ocean.

She spoke to the empty and expensive carpet, as if speaking to the thousands of subjects crawling at her feet: "…Royal power is divine power, royal power is political power, royal power is power."

"I should be sitting in the only chair in the Parliament of Truth."

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

Lavia Heidi kept her mouth shut and didn't dare to answer.

Every good politician has extremely high emotional control, and the young Queen is learning, and learning very quickly.

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

It was like a beam of blazing fire thrown into a calm lake; after the smoke cleared, there were no traces of ripples left.

"Do as she says."

Victoria groaned.

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

"Ok?"

"In the future, we really can't interfere with Roland Collins's fate."

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

Lavia Heidi glanced at a certain position: "Your Majesty, we have been weaving the fate of Roland Collins, Cherry Chloe and the footman Pink Brown. Just in case, we avoided Mince Chloe."

"Roland Collins..."

The attendant said:
"His destiny was originally in Iris's hands...originally."

"But 'it' is getting blurry, she said."

Vague?

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

The aide explained: "High-level ritualists on certain paths can be immune to the manipulation of fate and prophecy, and can even completely erase their existence from the memories of others-"

"Obviously, Roland Collins hasn't got that ability, has he?" Victoria interjected softly, "And Enid doesn't seem to know about it either..."

Lavia Headey nodded.

"Someone helped him, but it wasn't Enid Jutia. Or, he got a strange object related to fate, but no one found it."

Victoria paused for a moment: "…keep paying attention to Roland Collins."

"Yes."

Someone helped him, or a rare item.

or…

His existence itself is special.

——But Lavia Heidi knew that the last speculation was almost equivalent to "fantasy".

Because that's impossible.

She had never heard of an apprentice or a link who could hide the thread of his own destiny.

Just like no matter how smart and precocious a baby is, it is impossible for him to lift a carriage.

This is not a question on the same level.

"Heidi."

The voice interrupted the attendant's thoughts.

"His Majesty?"

Victoria glanced over to where someone had been sitting before.

"Go and see if our chief judge and her lover are of the same character."

Lavia Hattie, with a stern face, came to the seat where Enid had sat before.

Then, there was a long silence.

The young queen finally lost her composure and said with a dark face:
"I knew it...what did she write?"

The attendant looked at the knife marks on the wooden table, and then looked at his monarch who was so helpless that he laughed.

“…she wrote: I think you should take this advice.”

Victoria's headache started again.

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

(End of this chapter)