god of tomorrow

No one spoke.

Ten minutes later, the document was passed around to Bolton, who was in the first position on the right. He opened it with a grumble and quickly began to read it.

"I'm so angry..."

"Huh! Huh? Huh..."

Bolton, his face flushed and neck red, closed the document, respectfully stood up, and placed it back in front of Joe Ridley. No wonder no one said anything; it turned out they were indifferent to his affairs.

I looked around and didn't see any of his relatives, so it's alright. He was just raising his voice a bit.

Nothing's wrong my foot!

Bolton glared at all the insects in the room except for His Majesty the King, "Damn it, you didn't say a word about what happened in hell!"

Each person says one line; they're just playing with idiots here!

"Bolton, what do you think?" Joel Ridley looked at his most trusted general.

"Your Majesty, I am a military general and not good with words."

"Get out and guard the door."

"Yes."

“Don…”

"Your Majesty, I am in charge of the money."

"Get out and guard the door."

"Your Majesty, I am in charge of schools."

"roll."

As it rolled on, a gathering of distinguished guests arrived outside the council chamber.

From Finance Minister Don to Magic Minister Juntu, and then to the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, Bolton, these six powerful figures are all figures whose every move can make the Golden Kingdom tremble.

They stood in a row, heads held high, steadfast in their posts, their eyes fixed intently on the spot, determined not to let even a fly in.

Minister of Health: "..."

Inside the council chamber, only Chief Academician Boyce, the court mage, remained before Joridley.

Everyone else can leave, but Boyce can't, because in addition to being the chief academician, he also has the title of 'chief advisor,' serving as Joledley's external brain and his most trusted confidant.

In terms of magical skill, Boyce may not be stronger than Juntu; in terms of intelligence, Boyce may not be stronger than any of the insects except Bolton. He is the most trusted confidant only because he is Joridley's knight, and he has been by Joridley's side advising him since the latter was a prince.

"Boyce, they're all faking their deaths, what do you think?"

"There is still room for redemption."

Knowing what the king cared about most, Boyce suggested, "Since the Church of Dawn was able to send the message, it means they don't want to escalate the situation. While there's still time, let's quickly cover it up. Say that this operation was a joint effort between the capital and the church to carry out a siege against the evil cultists..."

The encirclement was quite successful, but Rupert was stubborn and resisted despite knowing he was no match for him. In the end, he killed more than thirty noble hostages in a fit of rage.

This explanation preserved the kingdom's reputation and salvaged the already dwindling goodwill of the nobles.

To prevent the news from spreading and rumors from spreading that the Dawn Church is acting recklessly and doing whatever it wants, while the Kingdom of Jinyao doesn't dare to utter a word and the king is a coward.

"But the Church of Dawn wants us to cooperate, not only with Rupert, but also to expose the crimes of the noble children."

“We can negotiate. Based on our previous exchanges, they’re just trying to raise prices.”

"But what if I don't want to protect these nobles?"

"..."

Boyce looked at Joledley with surprise, not understanding why His Majesty the King had surrendered.

The document clearly states that the thirty-odd noblemen were indeed no good and deserved to die, but the key point is not their lives, but how the king and the church will conclude their conflict. This is the signal being sent out: backing down is tantamount to admitting defeat. Other nobles will see this and believe that the Church of Dawn has overwhelmed the Kingdom of Golden Sun, and that His Majesty the King is no longer able to protect the interests of the nobles.

Admittedly, it wasn't well protected before, but the signal was good, and the kingdom and the church got along well; it was all the neighboring country's fault.

"Your Majesty, is the Church of Dawn taking an unusually tough stance this time?"

"When have they ever not been tough..."

Joledley scoffed. Especially after Pope Alron came to power, the Church of Dawn became like a hedgehog, poking wherever it went, and ready to fight at the slightest provocation, showing a strong tendency to re-establish a theocracy.

Is there absolutely no room for maneuver?

"No, and I don't want to have it either."

Joledley scoffed. The church was no good, and the nobles were even worse. He hadn't taken much benefit from them; there was no reason for him to always be at the forefront. This time, he'd let the church and the nobles clash.

The nobles' toothpicks couldn't possibly stir up the church's big pot of water. Without a doubt, in the end, the nobles would only end up getting themselves killed.

That's great! You only realize how good His Majesty the King is after you've been killed!

After pondering for a long time, Boyce couldn't understand why Joledley was being so agreeable today. He wasn't like that before; even if he wanted to shift the blame, he would have done so to the neighboring country instead of swallowing his anger and choosing to suffer in silence.

Could it be... that they've found something to use against them?

“Boys, you’re in charge of dealing with the nobles on the list. Throw them all out. The Kingdom of Golden Sun has no such beasts.”

"Ah, this..."

Boyce looked distressed. “Your Majesty, could you please find someone else? Juntu is quite good; everyone trusts him to get things done. As you know, the list also includes the only son of the court sorcerer Dylan. He had a son late in life and dotes on him. I even attended his son’s coming-of-age ceremony!”

"Don't worry about him. He's too old to retire. This is a good opportunity to make him step down and properly handle the funeral arrangements."

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to do this?"

Boyce thought to himself, "Just as I thought," and hesitated, "What if Dylan decides to take revenge on the Church of Dawn... After all, there are so many nobles, the commotion would be huge."

"Without anyone backing them up, how much trouble can they cause?"

Joledley dismissed it: "From now on, Dylan has nothing to do with the Court of Law. Who he wants to take revenge on is his business."

"Your Majesty, I also have a question."

Boyce chuckled awkwardly: "May I ask, Your Majesty, Rupert's Sunset Town fiefdom was personally arranged by you. Before that, did you know anything about Hell...?"

"Get out here and guard the door!"

"Yes."

Boyce slunk out, realizing that Rupert, Sunset Town, and the Hell Sacrifice were just coincidences, and His Majesty the King had never arranged anything.

It's a pity. If we had known that there were hellish ruins in Sunset Town, we could have sent a shrewd lord there to make some good moves and give the church a hard time.

Unlike now, the Church of Dawn is too powerful. There is not a single capable competitor within its sphere of influence. Looking around with a sword drawn, one feels lost and helpless, and will only be able to clash with the kingdoms within its sphere of influence.

Even if the Church of Dawn is gone, there's still the Church of Twilight. If both are gone, then Eternal Day and Eternal Night will return...

The world has suffered under the Church for far too long; it's unclear when this will end.

After Boyce left, Joledley took out another document and began to read it. Unlike the previous documents produced by the Church of Dawn, this document was more detailed and named two key figures.

Dawn.

Gawain.

"The Church of Dawn is nothing special; they can't even clean up their own mess."

Joledley pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, "The Church of Dawn didn't mention it at all. They're probably protecting these two to win them over... The Church of Dawn also knows about the Child of the Stars?"

His Majesty the King thought of many things, but he didn't consider that there are no secrets in the world. The Dawn Church's grand display this time must have leaked information. With more than thirty nobles tied together, they might actually be able to find out something.

There was no Rupert killing any hostages; it was just two hot-blooded young men fighting from beginning to end.

It doesn't matter if I thought of it. The Son of the Stars versus more than thirty nobles, the outcome is obvious. If some people want revenge, let them die.

Since it's already been cut, there won't be any blood splattering.

……

After the meeting, Joel Ridley went back to his harem to catch up on sleep. Tonight, he had chosen his beloved concubine, Griffith. They were an old married couple, so there were no complicated procedures. He quickly took off his pants and resumed their passionate lovemaking.

What? Your Majesty is also an old married couple?

That's too old; there's no day in the daily routine, and nothing exciting about it.

When His Majesty the King woke up from his nap, he remembered that his trusted ministers were still standing guard outside the council chamber. He sent word that since it was midday and they were all busy with official duties, he would not invite them to stay for lunch.

Get out, all of you! Go back to work!

The powerful figures scattered like birds and beasts. Boyce's post was nearby, right in the royal city, where he summoned Dylan, who had a white beard.

Your son is dead!

Just last night, in Sunset Town, while experiencing local culture, I was captured by Lord Rupert and taken hostage...

???x5

Dylan felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his son was gone after he had just woken up. He cried and begged Boyce to bring him to justice. But what a coincidence! Rupert didn't have the guts. It must have been the Church of Dawn who, in their frenzy of killing, had slaughtered his law-abiding son as well.

You even attended my son's coming-of-age ceremony. You're his uncle, so I can't let him die with regrets!

Boyce said he would do everything possible to let Dylan go home and rest for three to five years, that someone would take over his work, and that he should prepare for his son's funeral properly and not be too sad.

What does this mean? You lost your son and your job?

Before Dylan could ask any questions, Boyce ordered his men to drag him out.

"I want to see His Majesty the King. I have shed blood for the country and risked my life for the royal family. You cannot treat a meritorious person like this!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, Gao Wen returned to the university town in someone else's father-in-law's private car.

The planned two-day trip to Sunset Town ended in one night. Since it was Saturday and there were no classes, I went straight to a love hotel, checked in, and met the Lord of Death.

Today's sacrifice isn't for magic; I just want to inquire about Hell.

While we're at it, let's rub Rupert's Soul Orb and have him translate the Hellish script.

Having an extra skill means having an extra job opportunity; having an extra language means having an extra world to explore, and who knows, it might come in handy in the future.

Gawain decided to study hard so that if Hell ever attacked, he could use his foreign language skills to become an undercover agent, infiltrate the depths of Hell, and possibly become a translator under the succubus queen.

It seems pretty reliable.

"Hey kid, move!"