Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

With a sigh, Cheng Cheng knew that now it was even more impossible for him to kill Freya.

Because Freya is not just a program in a game, but a living girl with the joys and sorrows of an ordinary girl, as well as the dreams and love of a girl—and she has already realized that she can make her own choices.

As her lover, he could never impose his own choices on Freya's.

This is "arrogance".

Therefore, all I can do is "respect" and "accompany".

Lovers are like a female band, bound by fate. No matter what Freya faces, I will face it together with her!

"it is good."

Cheng Cheng nodded with difficulty.

Not far away, Vilette hesitated, "Um... young man, if you were a future prince, you could actually come along."

"No need."

Cheng Cheng released Freya's hand, and the next moment, his soul body turned into countless points of light and vanished into thin air.

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Freya's body shuddered violently, then she surfaced like a drowning person, gasping for breath.

Vilette's eyes widened.

He saw the boy's body dissipate like smoke, just like the mysterious witch who had intercepted and killed the Demon of the Gun in the dungeon not long ago, vanishing into thin air.

Even a legend like myself couldn't capture it... How did they manage to do that?

Also, I didn't have time to think about it carefully before, but now that I look at it, Sylvia must have discovered Princess Freya a long time ago.

The two explored the dungeon together, quickly rose to the Gold rank, befriended a Gold-level talent like Li Xianyu, and met the mysterious, boyish figure from earlier...

Is all of this really just a coincidence?

Could it be that, besides the three known great nations, there are other organizations lurking in the shadows, and that Princess Freya and Sylvia have both joined one of them?

Villette was terrified by her own assumption.

At the same time, Cheng Cheng, controlling Freya's body, looked up at Vilette and said, "Let's go, take me to the palace."

Vilette paused for a moment.

The tone was not like a request, but like a command—as a princess, she certainly had the right to command her subject if it was reasonable. But Freya's tone just now was like Queen Alvira's: silent, cold, and devoid of emotion.

He subconsciously looked into Freya's eyes; her light blue eyes seemed to hold the power of a lion.

Did Your Highness look like this before?

Could it be that I broke up His Highness's secret rendezvous with the mysterious young man, and His Highness is now holding a grudge against me?

Villette paused for a moment, then lowered her noble head, placing her right hand on her chest:

"Yes, Your Highness."

…………

Royal Palace.

The bronze gate was wide open, with palace guards standing on both sides, water droplets clinging to the tips of their halberds.

The nation's mainstream media gathered here, their cameras and microphones aimed at the noble throne, to welcome the coronation of the kingdom's first non-royal queen.

The prince stood at the top of the steps, the moonlight falling on his profile, splitting his pale and handsome face into two halves of light and shadow.

Harari is just one step away from the throne.

On the suspended golden throne, a card and a golden scepter float silently.

The Blasphemous Card! The Primal Scepter!

His lifelong dream was within reach. Harari could no longer contain his ecstatic smile; his heart was pounding, and only one step remained…

"stop!"

Navel led her noble army into the palace!

"Holy crap, someone's rebelling!"

"It's General Navel! Didn't she abdicate the throne?"

"No, it's not a rebellion. Harari hasn't ascended the throne yet, and everything is still uncertain!"

The media got excited and quickly shifted their cameras to the palace gates.

“Navel? Didn’t you already give up?” Harari turned around, his face contorted with hatred. “Now, you’re interfering with my important plans again?”

"The one who should ascend the throne is neither me nor you!"

Navel waved her hand, and Sylvia, dressed in a silver-white gown, stepped out from behind her, lifted her skirt, and gave a slight bow to the prince beside the throne.

"The one most suitable to be queen is Sylvia!"

"Bullshit!" Harari cursed. "I am the last candidate, and I have His Highness the Prince's blood! Who else but me!"

"But that's not Her Majesty's bloodline! You bastard!"

The prince watched the two arguing with a smile, without intervening; the many nobles who had come also kept quiet, not immediately taking sides, but waiting for the outcome.

The media reporters on the sidelines were even more excited:

"Oh, oh, oh! It's Miss Sylvia! She's even more beautiful in person than in photos!"

"Karen's disciple has chosen the daughter of the Supreme Judge to become queen. Have the two legends joined forces and decided to suppress the royal family?"

"I heard that Miss Sylvia was going to participate in the election, but His Majesty passed away before she made the announcement. She can't participate afterward, can she?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the palace guards raised their weapons, but for a moment they didn't know whose orders to take.

Just then, a beam of light appeared in the hall, and after a moment of distortion, Vilette and Freya appeared out of thin air!

"Oh? Freya is here."

For the first time, the prince showed a look of surprise: "My daughter, you're still alive..."

"The Upside-Down Demon!!!"

The moment Vilette landed, the courtroom behind her immediately unfolded, followed by countless beams of light striking the prince!

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!"

An explosion swept through the hall, and the reporters were thrilled, recording this once-in-a-millennium coup moment of "Supreme Judge vs. Prince"!

Seeing this scene would make even being killed by the aftershocks worth the ticket price!

However, when the smoke cleared, there was nothing left except for the intact Source Material and the Blasphemy Card, and the half-dead Harari.

The prince has disappeared.

All that remained was a patch of shadow melted into the cracks in the stone slabs.

"Tsk, did it run away?"

Villette couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva and sighed resentfully.

The most important thing now is Freya's coronation ceremony. If I were to go after the demon, I would be penny-wise and pound-foolish.

Then, in front of the surviving media and nobles, Villette solemnly announced: "Prince Konoma died ten years ago, a fact already established! A demon lord has been impersonating the prince to manipulate the Queen's election, an unforgivable crime! Harari's eligibility to vote is hereby declared invalid!"

"We understand, we all understand!" The reporters nodded in unison. "If you say he's a devil, then he can't possibly be a prince!"

On their hands were numerous news articles titled "Villette publicly kills prince and usurps the throne."

Villette then announced: "Fortunately, I have found the missing first in line to the throne, Her Highness Freya Alvira von Konoma!"

The reporters glanced at the little girl, who looked to be about nine years old, beside Villette, and then, considering that the princess was already nineteen, they all nodded in agreement: "We understand, we understand! You say she's a princess, so she is a princess!"

On their hands were numerous news articles that read, "Villette is a treacherous villain who pretends to be loyal, using a fake princess to command the princes."

Vilette: "..."

He really wanted to immediately issue new regulations to thoroughly expose and expose these unscrupulous reporters!

But now is not the time to do these things.

Villette sighed and walked toward Harari.

Harari was blasted apart by the aftershocks. He knelt before the throne, his fingers gripping the armrests tightly, his knuckles white, his five fingers like five white nails driven into the armrests.

Villette grabbed her wrist, pulled Harari off the chair, and threw her down the steps.

"Oh!"

After a muffled thud, Harari finally came to her senses, and then a heart-wrenching scream rang out from her lips:

"I am the queen! I am the queen! Why can't I be the queen?!"

No one answered her.

The royal family has ruled for a thousand years, and the concept of bloodline is deeply rooted. Freya's ascension to the throne is what all people want, and it is reasonable, legal, and logical.

As a legend, Violet was not required to kneel before the king; she merely gave a slight bow.

Although she wasn't Sylvia, whom he favored the most, Freya's performance on the battlefield was equally impressive. Naturally, Navel had no objections. He threw down his longsword and knelt on one knee in Freya's direction, shouting, "Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"

Seeing that the outcome was decided and that the princess brought by Vilette had won the final victory, the nobles all knelt down, shouting, "Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"

Sylvia snorted softly. Although she found it hard to accept the idea of ​​"kneeling before Freya," she felt much better after thinking about how she should be Cheng Cheng now.

So she knelt down as well, letting the water from the stone slabs soak her skirt.

Long live Her Majesty the Queen!

The outcome is decided!

Nobles, the army, the Supreme Judge... no one objected to Freya's ascension to the throne. As long as she contained the "Empress" card, she could immediately complete the ritual, achieve legend, and then don armor to become a saint and contain the source matter!

"Stop! You should all kneel before me! I am the queen!!!"

Seeing this, Harari went completely mad, screaming in despair:

"Why! I gave everything! I sacrificed so much, I killed my mother, I killed my father, I killed my whole family! I did so much, why can't I be the queen!"

"I have given up everything for the throne! If you take the throne away from me, I will have nothing left!"

However, even the reporters didn't bother to look at her, and instead pointed their cameras at Freya.