Subaru Natsuki, who returned from the new Three Kingdoms

"They started discussing what to do with her."

“That discussion took place deep within the palace, with all the doors and windows closed. I was also present at the time.”

"I remember it very clearly. At that time, when everyone was talking, there was her favorite dessert from when she was a child on the table."

"As they discussed how to get rid of her, they instructed the maid to feed the plate of dessert to the pets..."

McCrotov closed his eyes.

"I just stood there and listened as they called a child who was once cherished by everyone a loser, a monster, and a scoundrel."

"After that day, the royal family announced to everyone that the princess had died because she had violated the law."

"Her name disappeared from public records, her portrait was taken away, and those who had served her were told to keep quiet."

"The royal palace continued to hold banquets to determine the next heir to the throne, the nobles continued to toast the royal family, and everyone tried to get things back to normal."

"Only she cannot be restored to her original state."

"Perhaps it's a punishment for the royal family's heartlessness."

"After she was declared dead at a young age, the strange illness spread throughout the royal family."

"But all the royal family members who witnessed her transformation would rather die than use dragon blood as a way to save their lives. Until the royal family was completely destroyed."

Natsuki Subaru felt something strange in his waist and turned his gaze to Capella.

The head under the cloak was completely still.

Natsuki Subaru gently patted her head, then continued listening without taking it seriously.

McCrotov raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

"I met her once more later."

“She stood outside the door, dressed in tattered and shabby clothes, with no one around her... she was no longer recognizable as she used to be…” Mycroft seemed to choke up.

"She endured excruciating pain alone, crawling step by step to find me..."

She asked, "If she had a different face, a different look that everyone likes, would we still love her?"

The old man's throat tightened, and it took him a while to continue...

"I knew she was still waiting for an answer, but I didn't reply... I can't deny that I was also frightened by her appearance at the time..."

She said she believed that as long as she was obedient enough and worked hard enough to become the person everyone liked, her father, relatives, and subjects would always come back to her.

"Later I heard that she went to knock on other people's doors and tried her best to appear in a way that the person behind the door liked."

"But all she got in return were closed doors."

"I heard that every time she was pushed away, she would remember the look in that person's eyes even more; every time she heard someone express dislike, she would become more determined to figure out what kind of face others actually liked."

"She gradually transformed from someone who wanted to be loved into someone who only believed in appearance."

She went from someone who only believed in appearances to someone who wanted everyone to acknowledge her beauty.

Mycroft’s gaze fell on the cloak.

"Later, she disappeared, and no one in the palace ever saw her again."

"Some people say she committed suicide."

"Some say the royal family secretly disposed of her."

Mycroft's voice grew lower and lower...

"After the royal family lost her, the new king ascended the throne smoothly, but his lack of ability made him completely unable to reconcile the various parties."

"The conflict between humans and demi-humans became so deep that it was irreversible, and eventually war broke out."

Hearing this, Natsuki Subaru finally couldn't help but spread his hands, "I've tolerated you for a couple of sentences, but you're still going on and on! Stop nagging!"

"so what?"

"What does this have to do with our family? Aren't all your royal family members dead?"

McCrotoff remained silent for a long time.

"Normally, that's probably how it should be."

He raised his eyes and looked at Natsuki Subaru's face, which was hidden by the cloak around his waist.

"But that's not the case."

"Because...that princess's name is Capella Emerada Lukenica."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Subaru Natsuki's eyes suddenly widened.

He looked down at the cloak at his waist, but then gave an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Just as expected! We've already said so."

"The dragon is the symbol of emperors."

"It seems that our family's common sense remains an eternal truth in this world!"

McCrotov stared blankly at Subaru Natsuki's smug expression...

He had recounted decades of royal tragedy, yet the young man before him accepted the whole truth with just one sentence: "The dragon is the symbol of emperors."

"you......"

McCrotoff felt like all his efforts over the past half-day had been a waste of time... He wanted to utter a few curses, but then stopped himself...

Natsuki Subaru had already shifted his attention away from his exclamations, as this story was hardly a big deal to him. Now, he calmly stroked Capella's head with his hand inside his cloak and asked:

"So what? What exactly do you mean by telling us all this now?"

He glanced at Capela, then at McCrotov.

"Are you perhaps planning to support our mount to the throne?"

Chapter 100: 097. All are loyal ministers, none are treacherous!

"If Capella really becomes king, what will happen to Emilia?"

Subaru Natsuki felt something was off as he spoke, and he stopped the hand that was on Capella's head.

"Does this mean that from now on, whenever we see Capela, we'll have to kneel down and bow?"

"Or are you saying that our family will continue to be the master of the king?"

Natsuki Subaru frowned—"Then wouldn't I become like Dong Zhuo and Cao Cao?"

Think about it carefully...

Becoming the latter doesn't seem like a bad idea after all...

Natsuki Subaru couldn't resist ruffling Capella's hair again...

At that time, the emperor will be the apple of our eye...

But... Emilia has been incredibly kind to our family...

Upon hearing this, McCrotov rubbed his temples. Luckily, he didn't have much time to regain his composure, or the man in front of him would probably have driven him mad!

To be the king's master? How could this guy even think of that!

Having spent half a day recounting a story that could overturn the kingdom's history, the young man's first concern was who would kneel before whom in the future.

McCrotoff gritted his teeth and said:

"You can rest assured about that. The witch cultists will never become the king of Lugnica."

"Moreover, now that the prophecy of the Dragon Stone has begun, the throne will no longer be confined to the bloodline of the Lugnica royal family. Although one of the five candidates is suspected to be a royal descendant who has fallen into exile, the final decision on who will ascend the throne will still be made through a royal election."

Subaru stared at him for a couple of moments, and when he confirmed that the old man had no intention of supporting Capela Den-Kee, he relaxed his shoulders with some disappointment.

That old rascal is wicked; he stirred up his desire to emulate Dong Zhuo and Cao Cao.

But then another sentence vented his anger.

A desperate army, a desperate army!

I've stacked so many, I wonder if I can still defeat the old hero!

"Since we're not going to talk about becoming emperor, why are you, you pedantic scholar, saying all this? Are you trying to make us cringe?!"

The voice of Rem immediately turned cold:

"Then you'll be disappointed! I told you! I'm not afraid of sourness!"

pedantic Confucian scholars...

Mycroft's lips twitched. He took a deep breath and kept reminding himself that the person in front of him was incredibly fast and his strength was unfathomable. Only then did he finally suppress the urge to curse back.

His gaze passed over Subaru Natsuki's hands hanging at his waist and fell on Capela, who was hidden by a cloak.

Capela remained silent and kept a deep glimpse of himself, his golden hair transformed into hooks that still clung to the fabric, refusing to reveal even half of his face.

The old man looked for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

"I thought that after you heard about her past, you would at least ask some questions."

Natsuki Subaru was slightly taken aback and looked up at Mycroft.

"What do you want to ask?"

Seeing the old man's worried face, Natsuki Subaru paused, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Indeed! We do have a question for you!"

Upon hearing this, Capela's body tensed subtly beneath the cloak, and her blond hair, which was caught on the fabric, also tightened.

What did he want to ask this old man?

The question was: Why did he suddenly start talking about his past?

It's about asking yourself what your true self really looks like.

Or should we ask Mycroft what he really wanted him to do after all that talking?

These problems themselves are not terrible.

Regardless of what information Natsuki Subaru learned.

Capela was confident he could deflect the criticism with sarcasm and lies.

What truly frightens Capella is whether Natsuki Subaru will change the way he looks at her because of this.

After this man knows everything, will he still hold her in his arms because of her ugliness?

Will he continue to keep her, despite her unattractive appearance, by his side?

Will he still give her that love that seems to never disappear?

Capela's eyes gradually lowered.

The panic in his eyes was like that of a high-ranking criminal awaiting trial...

Subaru Natsuki is the judge who decides whether the guillotine falls...

“That’s more like it.” McCrotoff nodded in satisfaction; all his efforts had finally paid off.

"go ahead."

Just as Capella held his breath, Subaru Natsuki spoke softly:

"Let me ask you, do you know why feet are whiter than hands?"

McCrotoff: ?

Capela: ?

"You...you're deliberately picking a fight, aren't you?"

McCrotov clenched his fists.

As people age, their heart function generally declines, and they don't get angry easily—unless they can't help it!

Natsuki Subaru, however, couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention, because he had already reached his breaking point!

"Because the feet are always hidden!"

"Hahahahahaha!"