The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 210 Ch.209 The Duke
“…You should be clear about one thing, Your Majesty.”

The man in the scarlet suit was as straight and hard as a sword.

His voice was loud and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

The flames forced back the maid who tried to serve him, and exploded in the warm reception room with smoke like a bullet.

"Who we choose to accept and who we exclude means we are also choosing the direction of history. You should use the power in your hands carefully, just like before every war - I think this will be much easier for you than starting a war."

The woman in the high-backed golden chair said nothing.

"…conservative is only relatively radical, Your Majesty. We are not in conflict with 'progress'. As a veteran who has participated in too many wars, a citizen of a country, a father, a general - and, your Prime Minister."

He has high brow bones and his facial features are as sharp as a knife, just like his personality.

"I have to expect more from you."

“We can make progress, but it’s not the progress that those people talk about.”

Wellesley touched his chest and bowed, then stood like a nail in front of Victoria, waiting for the Queen's reply.

He was a tough general, but he never forced the Queen to accept his views and proposals - but this time was different. Wellesley believed that if this continued, the country would fall into chaos.

Perhaps he was entangled by his own stubborn thoughts that were like iron chains, and could not keep up with the pace of the times.

But everything happened too fast.

They should at least stop and think carefully about what this country really needs.

"I'll think about it, Wellesley."

Victoria took a sip of the black tea, put two pieces of white sugar in it, and stirred it with a silver spoon.

"But you should really listen to the Gray Party's proposal. I think it's time for us to have some freedom and release some rights..."

Wellesley frowned.

"I am not blind or deaf, Your Majesty. I have studied every word they said in the meeting dozens of times like a military map—"

At this point, the general seemed to realize that his tone was too harsh, so after relaxing for a moment, he lowered his usual high-pitched voice into a low one.

"I know very well that factional struggles will greatly harm national interests. I have participated in countless wars, even the most famous one - I have stepped on mountains of corpses and understand the consequences of struggles very well. But I still want to make suggestions, and I still hope you can listen to me."

"I hope that under your leadership, a strong and balanced government will be born, rather than a country that puts all the weights on one side of the scale - I hate gamblers, and monarchs should never be gamblers."

Victoria put down her teacup.

The Duke of Wellington in front of her was a stubborn and strong warrior, a general, and her prime minister.

He spoke for the secret party, but did not completely agree with them.

He is optimistic about the future envisioned by the Gray Party, but he thinks they are too radical.

As a soldier loyal to his country, his uncanny talent allows him to guess what is on the 'other side of the mountain'.

But obviously, he lacked sufficient imagination and execution in politics, and even lost the decisive and tough characteristics of a soldier.

His ideas were contrary to Victoria's.

"Reform is necessary, Wellesley. It is necessary and imperative. It is my choice, and it is the choice pushed by the times. A smart fish will not choose to wag its tail against the current."

Wellesley knew there was no way to convince the young lady.

He shook his head and bowed for a long time.

After standing up, he still stood straight.

"I don't agree, but I can't change your mind, Your Majesty. When the day of reform comes, I will resign from this job."

"Wellesley."

"Your Majesty." The man with frosted eyes relaxed his face and smiled: "Maybe you are right, maybe. But I will never admit it." Victoria also stood up and knelt.

"You are a qualified soldier."

"It's a pity that he is not a qualified prime minister." Wellesley smiled: "I spoke for the secret party, but was rejected by many of them - maybe you should try someone like Charles Croy..."

This made Victoria sick.

She fanned her hands in an unseemly manner, as if even the name carried a foul stench.

"Don't mention him, Wellesley, you know."

"You should have maintained the style of a monarch, a lady, and a wife." He sighed and turned to look at Lavia Heidi standing beside him. "Some people should stay away from your life, at least they won't be smeared with filth on their skirts at some point..."

Lavia Headey scowled.

However, this subtle move instantly angered this battle-hardened general.

He backed away slowly and turned toward Lavia Headey.

"What do you dislike about what I said?"

"Lavia Headey?"

"Put yourself in your proper place, you vile, shameless, lying monster. I see you want to drag our monarch into the abyss of no salvation."

He glared at the maid and took a step forward.

In an instant, the gushing power tore the amber carpet under his feet, seeping downwards and causing the stone surface to crack!

His long hair and the golden tassels on his shoulders were blown up by an invisible force, and a huge "field" instantly enveloped Lavia Heidi!
The maid was pinned to the ground by this huge force and could not move.

This is a power far beyond her own number of rings, and it is a crushing blow from a fellow ritualist.

"Men should go to the battlefield, and women should stay at home - you filthy bitch actually disobeyed the teachings of the Father of All Things and committed a blasphemous act! Now, you dare to disrespect me!"

"You are not a loyal servant! Instead, you covet what you should not covet——"

Victoria tapped the tabletop.

thump.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the thunder ceased.

The air swept across Wellesley's trouser legs.

He looked at the queen who looked surprised and said helplessly: "Since the benefactor has said so, we should live according to His teachings..."

That was all he could say.

Although crimes between women are not as serious as crimes between men.

He thought that if this happened to his son or daughter, he would not have to send them to the court of justice. He would whip them until they bled and repented in tears - or hang them up and let them think carefully about the teachings of their benefactor.

But this is the Queen.

"Please forgive my disrespect." He bowed and took a half step back to apologize.

"You are my prime minister, why do you have to apologize for such a thing?" Victoria didn't seem to care about the other party's insults to Lavia Headey. She walked up to the man with her skirt lifted and said sincerely: "...You can stand by my side several times, which means everything."

Wellesley knew what the young monarch expected.

He had already made a promise.

"Although I have different political views from you, I will always be your strongest shield."

The Queen smiled and said, "I look forward to it, Your Excellency the Duke."

(End of this chapter)