Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Aaron: "..."

"It's hard to get these things now, isn't it? To get them, you basically have to bring them to your own home. But if the king finds out you brought the queen to a man's house, he'll probably be furious, right?" Lydia raised an eyebrow.

However, Lydia quickly exclaimed excitedly, as if she had discovered a new continent, "I think what you said is perfect. Why don't you just bring the two of them to your home? I want to see him fly into a rage."

Lydia didn't notice that as she spoke, Joan of Arc also stretched out her hands, seemingly wanting to stop Lydia from continuing, but unsure of what reason to use to do so.

"So, after that guy's furious outburst, he can just send me to the guillotine, right?" Aaron sighed.

Upon hearing Aaron's answer, Joan of Arc quietly exhaled, coughed, and pretended to frown as she said, "Yes, this is indeed too difficult for the teacher."

But when Aaron looked up, he saw Princess Charlotte looking at him with pleading eyes, and Joan of Arc saw this as well.

Clearly, given Princess Lusette's pride, it would be difficult for her to make a request to move into a man's house.

But after a few days of hardship, the princess desperately wanted to do it again, and so shame and desire were fighting in her heart.

Actually, she also missed the black tea her mother had mentioned... missed the opera cake... missed taking a bath... So, in the end, the princess had completely given in to her desires, and thus looked at Aaron with those pleading eyes, hoping to get his approval.

"Wait... Your Highness, my house isn't a villa..."

“Yes, it’s not a villa… and it’s just a few rooms…” Joan of Arc also spoke up to stop them.

"Hmm? Jeanne, how do you know what Aaron's house looks like?" Lydia discovered the blind spot.

"It's okay, we're just happy to have a decent place to stay! We won't stay for free! I can help you clean! I can help you cook! Or I can help you with other things!"

The princess finally couldn't hold back any longer and directly grasped Aaron's hand, looking at him with pleading eyes. She was practically telling the truth: if the princess weren't guilty, few men could resist her actions.

The princess herself was cleaning? Aaron never expected to receive such treatment.

Joan of Arc's face paled: "Wait... these things have already been done... Your Highness doesn't have to do them..."

“Okay…” Aaron thought about it for a while and finally agreed.

The princess blushed with joy and was almost cheering, but she tried her best to appear reserved, while Joan of Arc's eyes were somewhat vacant.

After careful consideration, Aaron also felt that bringing the Queen and Princess to his side was the best solution. Since he had already extended a helping hand to the two, he might as well go all the way. Moreover, he wouldn't feel at ease leaving such a valuable person in any other place, so having them by his side was the best option.

Ten minutes later, Joan of Arc and Lydia emerged from the house and left. Aaron, having changed his disguise and put his hood back on, was the last to leave. The princess and queen remained in the house, closing the doors and windows tightly.

Nighttime, in front of an old house in Dongcheng District.

The door opened quietly. To avoid disturbing the neighbors, Queen Mary and Charlotte moved very gently. But when they entered the house, which was clearly lived in and fully furnished, Charlotte could hardly contain her excitement and almost burst into tears.

"I tidied up a bit, hopefully it won't look dirty or messy," Aaron said after confirming that no one was following him outside.

“No…it’s okay…we’re already very happy.” Charlotte looked around, her eyes shining as if she had found a new home.

"So this is the knight's home." Queen Mary showed an interested expression. The queen had entered the palace at the age of nineteen and had never had the opportunity to enter a knight's home before.

"By the way, I want to take a shower right away, where is the bathtub?"

“It’s on the first floor, because we use it regularly, so…” Joan of Arc stepped forward and led Queen Mary inside.

"It's alright," Queen Mary said with a smile, clearly delighted to finally be able to take a bath.

"The place I've prepared for you is on the second floor. You can move around on the first and second floors as you like, but don't open the windows or go outside, or people outside will see you." To avoid suspicion, Aaron led Charlotte to visit the room on the second floor while the Queen was taking a bath.

When Aaron bought the house, he made ample preparations for its future. Although it was an old house, it had quite a few rooms, and the second floor was also very spacious.

"And I've also prepared the black tea and cakes that Her Majesty the Queen needed." Aaron pointed to the table, which was indeed piled high with the things the Queen needed.

“Ah…” Princess Charlotte’s eyes were also filled with surprise. Aaron had indeed prepared suitable items for them. Even a princess could not find much fault with them. After all, Aaron had been frequenting noble banquets and entering and leaving the palace for many years. He was familiar with these top-notch items and often used them himself. He was not stingy in this regard, so he was able to prepare them properly.

As for expenses, that's a minor issue for Aaron. He can live a luxurious life on the annuity the kingdom provides, not to mention that he's made a lot of money from his recent investments.

“I’ve often heard Carol talk about you, but I couldn’t imagine what you really looked like. Now I think she’s telling the truth,” Charlotte said to Aaron.

"Didn't she say anything bad about me?" Aaron said.

Charlotte shook her head: "She said you always lend a helping hand to others in crucial moments."

"Is that so?" Aaron turned around. "Your Highness, please get some rest. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Wait a minute..." the princess called out to him, "Um, can we start cleaning and doing housework tomorrow morning?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, not expecting the princess to take this so seriously.

"Because... I don't want to freeload... so I want to help you as much as possible... Don't look at me like this... I've actually seen maids cleaning and doing chores before, and I can do it pretty much like a maid.

It was perhaps the fact that she had been eating porridge these past few days, or perhaps it was the sense of crisis that stirred Charlotte's heart and made her want to be self-reliant.

"This one……"

Since Joan of Arc usually cleans the house, the fact that his home is kept in such a clean state is thanks to her. Aaron didn't really know what to do about it, so he could only vaguely say, "I often go out, so a little cleaning to keep the house tidy is enough. There's no need for special cleaning."

But Charlotte, as if she had received a royal decree, said earnestly, "Okay, I understand."

"Then get some rest."

The night was long, and Joan of Arc and the Queen had already gone to sleep. In the bathroom on the first floor of the room, the sound of running water could be heard, and Princess Charlotte was taking a bath.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the sound of water dripping onto people was crisp and pleasant. It seemed as if even the steam in the bathroom was about to drift out through the cracks in the bathroom door. Since Aaron's room and study were both on the first floor, Aaron could only listen to the sound of the princess taking a bath while dealing with emails.

"I never expected something like this to happen..."

Aaron sighed and opened the letter in his hand.

The letter was unsigned and had no address. It drifted in through the crack in the door at night. Aaron was not one to believe in coincidences, and he immediately knew that the letter was related to someone living in his house.

"really……"

After reading the letter, Aaron burned it as instructed, grabbed his coat from the hanger, and prepared to go out.

There was no need to rush. If he went out hastily, people would become suspicious if they saw him, but Aaron was confident that he wouldn't be discovered, so he put on his coat and went out.

In the bathroom, the girl wrapped in a bathrobe peeked out and saw that the study light was off before she went upstairs.

When Aaron arrived at the designated location, a black carriage was already parked on the street. Upon seeing Aaron, the carriage door opened automatically.

Without a second thought, Aaron boarded the carriage and got in. The carriage door closed immediately, and the carriage began to travel in the predetermined direction. The entire journey took no more than ten seconds.

Aaron naturally took the wine glass handed to him by the waiter in the carriage and saw the name of the carriage owner written on the bottom of the glass.

The seventh prince of Lucerne, Sivane Ofranc.

Chapter 86 Opportunity

"I thought you would just take me to your mansion."

"I'm still vigilant enough, don't take me for a fool."

On the roadside, in a carriage bearing the insignia of the All-Knowing Knights, Aaron disembarked and boarded a new carriage, standing before Sivan.

“But ‘he’ wants to know that it doesn’t matter where you invite me, right?” Aaron plopped down in front of Sivan.

Although the carriage bore the insignia of the Omniscient Knights, it was far more luxurious than the ordinary carriages of the Omniscient Knights. It looked like it was exclusively for Sivan's use, with bright red seats, tapestries, and carpets—perfect for a prince's status.

“Thank you for saving my mother and sister,” Sivan said, turning his head to the side.

“It is an honor to receive the prince’s thanks, but that is not my purpose,” Aaron said.

Sivan was indignant at Aaron's answer, but she felt that Aaron was right. At this time, the person who dared to save her and her daughter was indeed not someone who pursued power.

But considering all the things Aaron has done since becoming a knight—injuring villagers, facing off against the Omniscient Sword, and saving the princess and queen from being driven out of the palace—it seems that none of them were for the pursuit of power. And this is exactly what Sivan wanted to do but never dared to do. Even someone as proud as Sivan had to admire him.

“They… my mother and sister, are they doing well?” Sivan asked.

“They are staying with me temporarily, and I will not treat them poorly. Besides, I am not the only man in the house; Joan of Arc is here too.”

Although he had received advance notice, Sivan felt comforted by Aaron's assurance in person. He trusted Aaron's character and believed he would take good care of them.

“I’m curious too. There are so many princes and princesses, but it seems like only you care about them,” Aaron said.

“Some people certainly won’t care about her, after all, she’s her father’s second wife, and those men aren’t her biological children, but others…”

Xiwan'er smiled coldly, it was hard to tell whether she thought they were heartless or mocked their cowardice.

"In short, I owe you a huge favor." Sivan's expression turned serious. For the usually arrogant and domineering Prince Sivan to say that he owed someone a favor was a miracle, something that would probably make Syrio's jaw drop.

"I'll help you with anything you want, as long as it's within my capabilities."

"But this is not a long-term solution, we still need to find a way."

“I’ll think of a way. I’ll find an opportunity to talk to him. I believe he’s just angry and that’s why he doubts my mother’s chastity… Once this is over, I’ll ask him to talk to me in detail, and he’ll retract his order…” west Wan’er said, her eyes lowered.

"He has been insane for years, and this is not the first time. Compared to starting a war that will affect the whole world, kicking his wife and daughter out of his home is nothing, at least it won't affect others."

“These things are different…”

"He declared a year of national celebration, and after the year was over, he wanted to extend the celebration. He built a wine pool and meat forest in the palace, rebuilt the Colosseum in the city a thousand years after the empire's fall, and even revived slavery. He indulged in debauchery on the city walls in broad daylight, openly playing with the duke's daughter. He also stood on the city walls and poured red wine and flower petals on the houses of the residents below, just for pleasure. He has done countless similar things. Haven't he done enough outrageous things?"

“He really just went crazy for a moment…” Xiwan’er held his head in his hands. “I will try to talk to him. As long as we wait until we are alone, I will go to him to plead for him. I believe he will rescind the order.”

“I have received word that next week… he will go to the palace chapel alone for an hour. He will not bring anyone with him, not a single knight or priest. I will talk to him then, and he will rescind his order.” Sivan said this as if he had made up his mind.

He didn't notice that Aaron's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly when he heard the news, but quickly returned to normal.

"Don't do that. As we said, his madness isn't over yet. If you go and talk to him now, who knows what the result will be? It might even make your situation and theirs worse."

“But…” Sivan paused, “He hasn’t been going to the chapel much in recent years, and before, he would soften whenever he went. An opportunity like this might take several years to come, and it might not even be as advantageous as the current one. If we miss it…”

"Don't do anything that could make things worse. If you do it rashly, you might implicate me," Aaron said coldly.

“Fine…” Xiwan’er finally lowered his head in despair and put his hands on his head.

There wasn't much else to say between them. Aaron got off the carriage, and Sivan had someone send him back. Aaron returned to the street where the cold wind was blowing.

But the cold wind of December did nothing to calm his restless heart; he still remembered what Xiwan'er had said.

He would go to the palace chapel alone for an hour, without anyone with him.

"........."

Aaron's expression was cold as he turned up the collar of his coat to block the cold wind.

This is a favorable opportunity that might only come around once every few years, and even if another opportunity comes along, it might not be as favorable as this one...

He was completely unaware of this beforehand; he received the news unexpectedly.

Upon closer examination, one can discern that such highly confidential information concerning the kingdom's specific schedule could only be obtained by someone as close as Prince Sivan. Alternatively, this seemingly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity might actually be the result of the efforts of those in the palace, prepared specifically for Sivan, yet Aaron persuaded him to give it up.

Firstly, because the king was indeed still "mad," and he genuinely felt that Sivan's chances of success were low; secondly, because...

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