Ark, they don't revolve around you

The light gradually disappeared, darkness fell again, and the cold prison was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the faint sobbing.

The sobbing sound was really very small, fleeting, and soon could not be heard.

The eyes of Aslan the lion closed, and Alexandrina Vina Victoria lay down on the bed, falling into a dream due to fatigue.

Perhaps only in dreams can she find a brief rest.

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The branch-like chandeliers cast a pale light, shining on the faces of every member of parliament.

After the Londinium incident, Vena passed the Nobility Law.

The Law of Aristocracy deprived the House of Lords of the power to participate in politics and allocated legislative power to the House of Commons.

But this does not mean that the nobility cannot participate in politics. In fact, Victoria's nobility is different from Ursus or Leitania and is deeply rooted.

You just need to support a puppet and you can participate.

The House of Lords became a botanical garden, and the House of Commons became a zoo.

But today it was absolutely quiet, and even the person leading the meeting couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Because of that man.

The man in black sat in the last seat, hidden in the shadows, with an appearance of being at peace with the world.

A few days ago, he personally took the lives of countless people.

Worthy of the title of Demon King, Zhuang Ning smiled slightly: "Let's start now. I don't want to waste too much time."

Don't want to waste too much time.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stood up and criticized Vina's governance over the past few years.

He also criticized some people for their indulgence of the Queen and his own deep resentment.

In the past, this would have been considered treasonous, but soon, a second and third person would chime in, insulting and hurling insults at the most veiled of accusations they could think of.

"enough."

But Clovisia organized in a sharp voice, frowning, "This is the parliament!"

"Ms. Clovisia, you too—" The man who was criticizing the Queen looked unhappy.

"She said it very well, sir. I told you I don't want to waste time." Zhuang Ning put down the book.

The black clothes fluttered, and he came to the center quietly.

In front of countless people, the devil's eyes lit up with a blood-red color, like a pool of blood.

As a result, the man who was trying to please her just now began to grow strands of crystals on his body.

The crystals continued to spread, and he began to wail, beg for mercy, and scream in pain, but Zhuang Ning seemed not to hear him. He still smiled and reiterated what he had just said: "I said, I don't want to waste time, just give me a conclusion."

Silence fell.

The noble adults in the past all lowered their heads and dared not look.

The decision on Vina was soon made. Since Her Majesty could not die, she should be imprisoned in the monastery of Londinium, deprived of her worldly rights and unable to communicate with the outside world.

"This is already merciful..." Zhuang Ning stammered, his voice very low, as if he was talking to himself.

Clovisia was a little uneasy, knowing that this was a sign of dissatisfaction.

She wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zhuang Ning. The man was silent for a long time and said calmly:

"That's it... It's good this way."

"Whether it's for me or for her."

No one knew why he came to this conclusion, but in the end no one refuted it.

Zhuang Ning closed his eyes and felt that fate was indeed ridiculous. The person who had saved Victoria with his own hands had to watch Victoria's destruction.

He turned around.

There was a noise beside his ears, and someone stood up silently. He reached out to his chest and pulled out a dagger, very close to Zhuang Ning.

It was obviously a move that had been practiced countless times and was filled with ruthlessness. The silver light pierced towards Zhuang Ning.

"For Your Majesty!"

But the hand holding the dagger was clamped, and Zhuang Ning applied slight force on the palm of his hand to break it.

An arm was casually torn off and the dagger clattered to the ground.

"assassin?"

"Tyrant, devil!!" the assassin cursed.

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more brightly: "Yes, that's me."

Flames began to burn beneath the assassin's feet.

The huge heat flow caused more dense sweat to appear on everyone's head.

Zhuang Ning did not think about whether this person was instructed by someone, just like an elephant would not care about the assassination of an ant.

But when the wind blew up the ashes of the corpses, everyone still felt the chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"I remembered something." Zhuang Ning clapped his hands in a harsh voice, "Everyone, look at me, don't bow your heads, I have something to announce."

"I want his Kingdom of Tara to be independent. Who is in favor and who is against it?"

Tara.

That's an overly sensitive subject for Victorians these days.

A few years ago, Tara's deep pool took advantage of the civil unrest in Londinium to enter Victoria.

Afterwards, the rebellion was quelled, Tara was suppressed, and once again became an untouched staircase, but it was brought up by this man as if it were a joke.

"Tara people?" Clovisia's eyes shook.

"Well, let's decide here who is in favor of Tara's independence and who is against it," he said calmly.

If it were in the past, I'm afraid this topic would have been brought up long ago.

But now there was only silence, and then someone raised a white handkerchief in approval.

Everyone knew that this was the devil humiliating Victoria.

Since ancient times, the most shameful thing is to cede territory. After destroying the Steam Knights and defeating the Queen, this man also wanted to destroy the confidence of the Victorians from the bottom line.

But no one dared to object.

Because to oppose is to die.

"Very good, you are so good." Zhuang Ning turned around, "You can disperse now."

"Sir, what do you mean by the time of execution?" Another timid voice sounded.

Zhuang Ning seemed to have just remembered this and smiled gently: "As soon as possible, I said, I don't like to waste time."

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The storm dissipated, revealing the damaged royal city.

Ancient ruins covered in ivy, once the territory of the Tara people.

King Gael, who disliked fighting, dried up the river and led his subjects to this place, calling it Tara.

But in the end, King Gael could not escape suspicion, and Tara was annexed by Victoria.

Her boots stepped on the mud, staining it with a little dust. Abrana looked at the ruins, and a little light appeared in her eyes: "You really did it."

“It takes time to draw up a treaty.”

"That's just as well. You really made the Tara people independent."

"What's the difference? This is your reward because you have offered your loyalty." Zhuang Ning looked back.

"That's enough!" Abrana suppressed the tremor in her voice.

She is definitely not a good person and has committed many evil deeds, but Zhuang Ning does not care and chooses to accept her because she can bring order.

Because she will choose to obey.

"Bring your sister back as well, and don't let her wander in the wilderness." Zhuang Ning said casually.

He did not listen to the voices of praise, nor did he pay attention to the voices praising freedom.

Only one person came to the broken throne, and the seat made of iron was firmly fixed in the ruins.

The palace turned to dust, the subjects fell apart, but the throne remained.

Even though it is mottled, it has escaped the natural disaster, as if the king's vengeful spirit is sitting here.

Draco's power is terrifying, but how many red dragons have a good end? Even King Gale's end was so tragic and heroic.

"But I am not King Gael." Zhuang Ning brushed off the dust and sat on the old throne.

It was uncomfortable and as cold as stone. The devil did not get up for a long time, as if he had become one with the seat.

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The dusty door was pushed open. In the dead of night, Londinium was shrouded in a cold fog, with dim lights on both sides of the street.

The light shone on Vina's face. She looked up subconsciously and saw a pale moth circling the light.

"How silly..." She murmured, not knowing to whom she was talking.

There were not many people on the road who could regard this as the last concern for the Queen's respectability.

At least not many people would see her miserable appearance now.

The guards escorted her in silence, and as she walked, she suddenly felt a little cold, tired and exhausted.

Snow fell from the night sky.

In silence, Vina continued to move forward, and memories rushed into her brain.