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

Leopold, of course, is already a national hero; Zane was sent to serve in the army at the age of sixteen; and even Lord is a White Oak Knight with the rank of colonel in the army.

“In the military, we believe in letting strength speak for itself, because when faced with truly harsh situations, the only people you can trust are your comrades.” Leopold stood in front of Aaron. “It’s rare for ordinary people to deal with superhumans, let alone that Lusset spy who was a powerful superhuman with professional training. We are all very curious about how you did it.”

The prince put his arm around Aaron's shoulder and led him toward the sofa. To onlookers, it would seem that Leopold was quite enthusiastic toward Aaron, but Aaron felt like he had become the prince's prey.

“Hey, didn’t any of you read the newspapers from back then? The details were written very clearly in the newspapers, didn’t you say, Mr. Aaron?” Helena said again, smiling as she spoke up for Aaron.

From beginning to end, his fiancée stood by his side, as if she were his ally, even though they had never met before. Simon, on the other hand, did not express any opinion at all, but simply smiled and drank.

“Although Aaron doesn’t possess supernatural powers, he single-handedly held off Lucette’s spy. Not only did he outmaneuver the spy, but he also secretly sent out signals when the spy wasn’t paying attention, which is how he attracted Her Majesty Claire’s attention.” Helena recounted Aaron’s story in detail. “Without Aaron, thousands of people might have died in this attack. Don’t you agree, Mr. Aaron?”

Okay, Aaron began to realize something was wrong. Miss Helena seemed to be standing up for someone, but in reality, she was trying to flatter him to his detriment. Aaron felt that he was getting into a more and more dangerous position.

Leopold nodded: "Ordinary people fighting superhumans was something we wouldn't have dared to even think about before, but Aaron did it. That's enough to prove that Aaron is a hero. Let's drink to him."

Aaron was pushed forward again, and the people in the reception room raised their glasses to celebrate. Aaron and Freya were also given wine glasses. Helena poured wine for him and Freya enthusiastically. Although Miss Helena always acted quirky, she was very good at interpersonal relationships. Her intimacy and girlish charm made it easy for people to like her.

*

Meanwhile, at Lodoren, Shelton Palace

A male servant suddenly entered, interrupting the two: "Your Majesty, Lady Claire is waiting outside the door."

"Your Majesty Claire?" The king was startled and jumped up from his chair, beginning to tidy his appearance.

"Quickly, take all these things away and let the cigar smell dissipate," the king commanded.

The male servant immediately went to the wall and opened the window to let the sunlight in. He then cleared all the wine glasses from the table and ordered the maids to clean the room. Only then did the king sit back down in his chair and say, "Let Your Majesty in."

Having received an affirmative answer, the person who had been standing outside the door lifted the hood of his cloak, and the sound of steel boots clicking echoed down the corridor. The sound was unhurried, like a certain rhythm. Listening to this rhythm and waiting for the person to approach the room, the people in the lounge felt their hearts race.

Your Majesty is an extremely prestigious title, usually used to address the Pope and other eminent clergy. Only a few very senior bishops in the kingdom can be called Your Majesty. They have watched the kings grow up and witnessed a century of change. Even the kings respect them greatly. Therefore, the word Your Majesty is often associated with an elderly person with a full head of white hair.

But when the person took off her hood, what cascaded down was a waterfall of deep blue hair. Her skin under the hood was not dry like an old woman's, but more moist than any young girl's. Moreover, her profile had a certain ethereal quality. After lifting the hood, people saw her pale golden eyes, her warm lips, and her deep, serene figure.

She did not wear a sword at her waist, but when her cloak rose and fell, people saw white wings that resembled the stairway to heaven.

There is no more sacred adornment in the world. When she stopped and stood there statically, her white wings naturally unfurled from her cloak. The people in the lounge felt her breathtaking beauty, and the light and shadow made them almost think that an angel had descended.

The door was wide open, and light streamed in from outside. In this painting, even the king and the Iron Earl became supporting characters; the only main subject was the angel. The male servant who had served the king for many years had bowed his back and lowered his head into the shadows.

"His Majesty."

Claire greeted the King.

Upon seeing this angelic girl, even the Iron Earl would sigh in admiration. Every time she appeared, it was like a painting, drawing people away from the mundane world of daily life. Yet, after appreciating her divine beauty, one would inevitably realize that she was still a young girl. The simultaneous presence of divinity and naivety in one person created a contradictory charm that made her beauty so captivating.

"Your Majesty." The king nodded, settling firmly into the leather chair, which gave him the feeling of being on a throne.

“According to the Sacred Covenant, I have come to report to His Majesty on the events that have occurred in Birmingham,” Claire said.

Chapter 127 Tripartite Negotiations

The Church of Judgment has an alliance with the Kingdom of Dok. Whenever a major extraordinary event occurs in the territory of the Church of Judgment under the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Dok, the angels in the territory must go to Lodoron to report to the king. Claire is here to fulfill this duty.

The king had already read all the reports presented, so Claire simply gave a brief account of what had happened. After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Falk: "Lord Falk should also be aware of that incident."

Falk was taken aback, not expecting Claire to mention him. In principle, the extraordinary events in Birmingham were not related to him, but he still said, "Of course, His Majesty and I are very grateful for Your Majesty's help."

Claire shook her head: "It wasn't me who helped. I only got there after the civil servant Aaron sent the signal. If Aaron S. Brandon hadn't been there to delay things, this would have been a huge incident affecting at least thousands of people, and thousands would have died in the attack."

The king was taken aback. He had already read the detailed account of the incident from the report, but the numbers in the report always felt unreal. Only after hearing Claire's words did he realize that the attack had indeed almost caused a catastrophe, with the deaths of thousands of people, a major event that would be recorded in the history of the kingdom.

But what surprised the king even more was that Claire mentioned the name Aaron. Aaron... Aaron... Aaron again. How many times had they heard this name today?

“I have learned the details of this matter. Does Your Majesty think there is anything else that needs to be noted?” the King said.

“What I want to bring up is also about Aaron S. Brandon,” Claire said casually.

The king was stunned again. Although the incident had a wide impact, it was over in the end and no one was injured. However, His Holiness the Angel still mentioned the young man.

“Although Aaron Villarrion is just an ordinary person, he was able to face the superhumans with his own strength and wisdom without any help. Not only did he deal with the superhumans before I arrived, preventing them from posing a greater threat, but he also successfully sent out a signal, buying me enough time. I believe he has the potential to participate in superhuman events, therefore.”

Then, Claire made a suggestion that surprised both the King and the Iron Earl: "I propose that he join the Church of Judgment."

"Suggest he join the Church of Judgment?!"

Both of them showed expressions of shock, and Falk's pupils also contracted.

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But both of them frowned at the same time, and Falk immediately said, "Excuse my boldness, Your Majesty, but according to church regulations, there are strict tests for joining the Church of Judgment, and as far as I know, the testing period for joining the Church of Judgment has already passed by this time of year, and as far as I know, the Church of Judgment has not admitted anyone this year."

“Yes, so I hope to give him a chance,” Claire said expressionlessly.

"Do you think he's suitable to join the Church of Judgment? Your Majesty the Angel may not know, but he tried twice to receive a blessing while in university, and both times he failed. I'm afraid he's not the right person," Falk continued.

“Since he saved Birmingham, I believe he must possess the corresponding talent. This merit is enough to earn him an opportunity to participate in the test. And Lord Falk is right about one thing: the Church of Judgment has not recruited any talent for a long time. Therefore, I personally made this request to His Majesty, hoping that His Majesty will agree.”

Although it was a request, Claire spoke with conviction, as if it were the truth, but no one was offended by it. This was due to Claire's personal charm; no one would be offended by her request. She rarely made requests, and when she did, few could refuse her.

The lounge fell into a stalemate. Aaron never expected that in Lodoren, not far from him, his name had been deeply remembered by the king, and he was caught in the vortex of power. The room fell silent several times because of him, and the conversation was interrupted several times because of him.

The three people in the room each had different demands and different expectations of the young man named Aaron. They each had their own purposes and wanted to use and exploit the ignorant young man. It was probably rare in history for the three most powerful people in the kingdom to gather together and get into a stalemate because of a young man who had just started out. They were trying to figure out, weigh, and test each other, and placing their bets on him.

"Since it is Your Majesty's opinion, I will certainly consider it carefully..." The king was caught in a dilemma.

It was Falk who broke the deadlock. He raised his deep green eyes and looked directly at Claire: "But does Your Majesty really think he is suitable? You know, he failed twice in his attempts to obtain supernatural power. I'm afraid he is not suitable to be a superhuman."

Claire retorted expressionlessly, "I, too, have not received the blessing of the goddess of life."

This statement left Falk speechless, but the king said, "I think we also need to consider Aaron's own wishes..."

“We must indeed respect the opinions of young people,” even Falk said.

“That’s natural,” Claire replied. “What I’m giving is ultimately just a suggestion; how he does it in the end is up to him.”

The conversation seemed to have ended there, but everyone in the room knew, especially the two at the center of the kingdom's power, that they were not people who respected the young man's choices, nor would they let go of a prize they had already won't take. Even if the other party was an angel, his claim of wanting to respect the person's wishes meant that he believed he had the greatest certainty...

*

"I'm going to the restroom first," Simon said, standing up.

“I’ll go too,” Zain said.

"Alright, those who need to go to the restroom, go ahead. Those who need to get ready, get ready. We're about to leave." Leopold clapped his hands.

Since acquiring this brand-new steam car, Leopold has been enamored with it, considering it akin to owning a thoroughbred horse. He enjoys driving it himself and has never hired a driver; he always drives it himself.

They arrived at the villa first, while the others were still using the restroom. They waited outside, and Freya, who was interested in the steam car, was invited by Leopold to get on board for a tour.

At that moment, Helena quietly approached Aaron and whispered, "Are you also interested in steam cars?"

Helena deliberately lowered her voice and stood very close to Aaron, making Aaron's ears feel ticklish.

Aaron knew that it was inappropriate to be too hypocritical when communicating with nobles, so he said, "Yes, this is also the first time I have ever seen such an exquisite car."

"Hmm~"

The princess nodded thoughtfully and said, "By the way, could you come and help me with something?"

Chapter 128 The Princess's Invitation

"What kind of help?"

“I left something in the car and I want to find it before I go to the restaurant.”

"Inside the car?" Aaron looked at the car.

"Yes, it's a gem. It might have fallen onto the carpet under the passenger seat. I haven't been able to find it."

Aaron opened the car door and saw that the interior was covered with a dark carpet, which was difficult to see from the outside. So he went inside and lowered his head under the carpet. He didn't notice that as he went into the cabin, the other door also opened. Then he felt the cabin sink slightly, as if someone had sat in the driver's seat.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Aaron was about to raise his head.

Aaron had a bad feeling. He heard rustling sounds coming from the driver's seat, and Helena had already closed the door from the other side.

"Oh, I'm changing clothes, don't lift your head," Helena said calmly.

Aaron: "???"

“Here? I don’t think this is the right place,” Aaron tried to correct the princess’s oblivious nature.

"It's alright, Simon isn't here."

"It shouldn't be a problem if Simon isn't here and you're changing clothes, right?" Aaron finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Of course it doesn't matter, I was just joking," the princess said calmly. "Oh, by the way, my high-heeled shoe box is in front of you, could you get it for me?" Helena added.

Aaron's body stiffened, but when he raised his head slightly, he saw a dark-colored high-heeled shoe box in front of him. So he silently stretched out his arm and handed the shoe box to Helena.

"Thank you for your gentlemanly gesture~" Helena's voice was sweet, and she spoke in elegant Lucerne, as if rewarding Aaron's actions, which made Aaron's mind momentarily confused. Was the person sitting next to him a little devil or a princess?

"May I lift my head now?" Aaron couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, wait a little longer, I haven't finished changing my clothes yet."

Aaron: "…………"

"Oh no, you didn't close the car door the whole time!" Helena suddenly exclaimed.

Aaron hurriedly and frantically closed the car door.

"Phew, thank you, you're so thoughtful." Helena calmed down, and Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. Then he felt the car start to move.

"Your Highness, why do I feel like the carriage is moving? Is it just my imagination?" Aaron asked anxiously.

"Oh, that's not your imagination, because I'm driving."

Aaron looked up and saw Helena turning the steering wheel next to him. He turned his head and saw Freya outside the car window.

He turned his head again, and beside him was Princess Helena, who had tied her hair up and looked beautiful and charming again. As for changing clothes, Helena had only tied her hair up, changed into high heels, and put on a cover-up to protect herself from the wind and sand in the car. It was likely that nothing erotic had happened in the car that he had imagined.

This gave him a slight sense of relief, and his body relaxed, but he suddenly realized a more pressing issue.

"You're driving? And wearing high heels?!"

“Who says you can’t drive in high heels?” Helena shouted.

Aaron was speechless. Admittedly, wearing high heels was a dangerous act, but he couldn't restrain her because the law was made by her family, and besides, there were no such regulations in this era.

Just as Aaron was silent, Helena suddenly spoke to him: "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Aaron answered instinctively.