As a queen who has lost her kingdom, I can see the comments section.

“There’s no problem for now. We brought money and food with us when we came to Beard City, but it won’t last long,” Harold replied.

With thousands of people living together, how to make a living is an issue that cannot be ignored, and Amelia's first task is to solve this problem.

Perhaps having Verna provide food is an option, but providing food and clothing for so many people is obviously not easy, and Verna might be exposed as a result...

Amelia quickly came up with an idea and instructed Harold: "Have everyone register as adventurers with adventurer guilds in various locations, and then take on guild missions to earn a living."

"To be an adventurer?" Harold was taken aback.

“Yes, this is a temporary thing. It can earn some money and also help me hone my skills through adventure.” Amelia thought it was a good approach.

"I understand. I'll give the order to everyone to become adventurers as soon as I get back. But Your Majesty, is there anything else to do?"

"No for now. Just be an adventurer and don't take on missions that are far away or time-consuming. If I need your help, I'll contact you."

"Is the contact method still through the newspaper?"

"Yes."

"I understand."

Harold also knew that they were currently too few in number and too weak in strength, and there was very little they could do to help Amelia. They could only hide in the shadows and wait for a suitable opportunity.

Next is the assignment of positions. After becoming adventurers, there will be certain risks during your adventures, so we need to assign different apostles to take care of people in different positions to ensure that no one suffers losses.

Harold clearly knew the others better than Amelia, so he was put in charge of making the arrangements.

Ives, the mid-ranking apostle, was assigned to oversee the situation in other cities, while Nicole would remain in Beard City to take care of the people there.

Before we knew it, it was already late at night.

The late autumn night felt even colder, and Amelia didn't take up any more of everyone's time. After arranging things, she let everyone go home first.

She followed Eileen back to where the carriage was.

After completing their disguise inside the carriage, they drove it back to White Maple Academy and returned to their dormitory.

When the dormitory lights were turned on, Amelia, who had come to the bedroom and sat on the bed, was slightly distracted.

And so, he established the Silent Throne.

And so, the first step toward restoring the nation was taken.

Will the Silent Throne gradually gain fame in the world as it wishes, or will it remain unknown until its demise?

As the leader of the Silent Throne, Amelia felt somewhat uneasy, burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Eileen could tell that Amelia was in a bad mood, so she pulled a rope out from under the bed.

"Your Majesty, let me share your worries."

As Eileen spoke, she went to the bed and slowly tied herself and Amelia together.

Amelia: "..."

After all this time, hasn't Eileen figured out that there's something wrong with "The Maid's Self-Cultivation"?

Amelia glanced at the rope, then at Eileen, but still hesitated to reveal the truth about the book's problem. She decided to wait for Eileen to discover the issue herself.

Chapter 101 The Grand Duke is gravely ill, and a storm is brewing.

And so, Amelia was bound together with Erin. The rope tightened around her skin, sinking in slightly, giving her a strange feeling.

Although the rope wasn't particularly tight, it still kept Amelia and Eileen pressed close together, allowing Amelia to clearly feel the temperature of Eileen's body.

Normally, it's perfectly normal for girls to hug and cuddle each other; no one should have any strange thoughts about it.

Ever since the day Eileen took the Holy Spirit potion, Amelia has found it difficult to be composed in such situations. Whenever there are any intimate gestures between them, she inevitably starts to overthink.

'Amelia, Amelia, stop overthinking. You're both girls, how can you have such strange ideas? Just go to sleep.'

Thinking to herself, Amelia closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

But the more someone wants to sleep, the less likely they are to fall asleep. Amelia was like that; she closed her eyes and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Between her nose and mouth, I could smell Eileen's scent.

He could also clearly feel Eileen's body temperature.

The other person was so close, so close that it felt like I could do whatever I wanted.

Amelia opened her eyes and looked at Eileen again, only to find that Eileen had already fallen asleep peacefully.

'Is she already asleep? Then I mustn't move around too much, lest I wake her.'

Amelia knew that Eileen was very sensitive to her surroundings, and that if she moved even slightly, Eileen would immediately notice and wake up, so she couldn't move around recklessly.

Looking at Eileen's face so close to hers, Amelia couldn't help but smile.

Without realizing it, she had become so familiar with this face, and they would probably continue to become familiar with each other in the future.

Eileen's peaceful sleeping face finally calmed Amelia's slightly turbulent heart, and she closed her eyes.

==========

When Amelia woke up, Eileen had already woken up and left, and the ropes binding the two of them were naturally untied.

Amelia looked out the window and saw dewdrops dripping from the branches of a white maple tree, realizing that it had rained lightly in Beard City the night before.

She propped herself up and looked at herself, and unsurprisingly saw lines of marks on her body, which made her feel helpless.

She then put on the thermal top and tights that Eileen had placed beside her to cover the marks on her body, and then put on a white dress before leaving the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, Amelia was surprised to find that there were already guests: "Virna, why did you come to see me so early?"

On the sofa in the living room, Verna sat there, her long red hair tied into a low ponytail as always, hanging down her back. She wore a black dress and exuded an innate air of nobility.

Hearing Amelia's voice, Verna, who was lost in thought, snapped out of it: "You're finally up, Amelia."

"What do you want to tell me?" Amelia sat down next to her.

Verna nodded and said seriously, "The Grand Duke may be dying."

Amelia was taken aback.

The Grand Duke is none other than Grand Duke Ogden, who is also Vilna's father.

Is the person in charge of the Duchy of Luban about to die?

Hearing these words from Verna, Amelia felt something was off, because Verna's demeanor was too calm, so calm that it seemed as if the person speaking was not her father.

“Grand Duke Ogden, what happened to him all of a sudden?” Amelia asked.

As she asked the question, lines of comments floated past her eyes, making her even more concerned about the matter.

[Grand Duke Ogden is dying? That can't be, right? He didn't die this quickly in the original story.]

[In the original storyline, Grand Duke Riogdon wasn't supposed to die until next year, right? He didn't seem to have any health problems before his death, so why is it happening earlier this time?]

Could it be that Dwight's death has traumatized Ogden? After all, that was his son. The fact that his son is dead and the killer hasn't been found yet might cause him serious illness due to depression.

With Ogden's health failing, can Beard City remain peaceful? Those eyeing the Grand Duke's throne will surely be on their way, won't they?

Is the race for the next Grand Duke about to begin earlier?

Shouldn't the original Grand Duke of Ogden have encountered problems at this time?

Amelia looked thoughtfully at the comments scrolling by in front of her.

“Last night, the Grand Duke suddenly fell ill, perhaps because the temperature suddenly dropped. Now, it is speculated that he may not last much longer,” Verna said solemnly. “This country is about to change hands.”

"So what's your opinion?" Amelia asked after thinking for a moment.

"This happened so suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all, so I came here specifically to discuss it with you."

It's clear that Verna is only focused on competing for the next Grand Duke's position and doesn't care much about Grand Duke Ogden's health, a pity that's quite telling.

Amelia thought for a moment and said, "In that case, I suggest you go and stay with Grand Duke Ogden."

"Stay with him?" Verna was taken aback, then realized: "I understand, Amelia. The Grand Duke may also realize that his body can't hold on any longer, and he may decide who will be the next Grand Duke. As long as I can stay by his side, I can get information about this as soon as possible, and I will have the opportunity to deal with it."

Amelia: "..."

That's not what she meant.

She simply felt that when her father's health couldn't hold up, it was better for his children to be by his side.

But how can I tell Verna this?

“I know what to do. I’ll be going now, Amelia. I’ll come find you if anything happens.”

With a smile on her face, Verna bid farewell to Amelia and hurriedly left to "fulfill her filial duties" to Grand Duke Ogden.

This situation left Amelia with mixed feelings, unsure of what to say.

'Forget it, even Verna herself doesn't seem to care much about it, so why should I overthink it?'

Amelia pondered her situation and began to reflect on it.

The Grand Duke of Ogden is seriously ill, which is no small matter. He may pass away at any moment, and the entire Duchy of Luban will be in turmoil. How should he, the Silent Throne, act in the midst of this?

While Amelia was pondering this matter, a great uproar was brewing throughout Beard City.

==========

"It's too early. Why did he run into trouble so soon? I wasn't prepared enough."

In a room, Prince Vincent punched the wall, causing it to crack instantly. The cracks quickly spread and covered the entire wall.

At this moment, Vincent was completely different from his usual honest and simple demeanor. His angular face was cold, and flames seemed to leap in his red eyes.

“Harley, is the Grand Duke really seriously ill, or is he faking it?” Vincent asked, turning his head again.

There was another person in the room.

He was a middle-aged man with a monocle who looked refined and gentle. His name was Harley Thomas. He was a viscount and also held an important position in the army. He was a powerful and influential figure who could not be ignored in the Duchy of Luban.

Upon hearing Vincent's words, Harley calmly replied, "Judging from the situation, the Grand Duke is indeed seriously ill, and there are no other factors. The cause of his illness has also been found: he was so exhausted that the cold air invaded his body, and he couldn't withstand it any longer."

"Exhausted?"

"Yes, it must be the death of His Highness Dwight that has saddened the Grand Duke, which is why he is acting this way."

"Is that so?"

Vincent smiled upon hearing this.