When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 995 - 348 Congratulations, Your Majesty_2

Chapter 995 -348 Congratulations, Your Majesty_2

Miss Aleister said without hesitation, “Star Antimony can use your help now—economic collapse, widespread unemployment, rebellion of the Red Chancellor. Such chaos is likely to lead to a civil war… Prepare to notify the Church to take over. After I resolve Lily’s problem, I plan to disguise myself as you and stir some things up in Star Antimony.”

“I trust you.”

Aiwass did not ask for details but responded without hesitation, “Be careful of the influence from Star Antimony, and also be wary of the Fallen Celestial Marshal. Don’t forget the Mark of Sin on you. Just in case, I will contact you every three days in the morning to check on your mental state. Remember to ask for leave in advance if you need to.”

“All right, all right, why are you acting just like a doctor…”

Aleister somewhat helplessly cut off their communication.

It’s not that she didn’t want to chat with Aiwass anymore… If possible, she would even like to leisurely lie in the White Dove Opera House, share her vision with Aiwass, and together with Aiwass in her mind, critically review the performance on stage, spending a day without worries, happily.

This could be considered a form of “watching together” or “bullet screen commentary.”

But obviously, that was not feasible—after Aiwass fell into Sleep, Aleister started attracting incidents. A myriad of troubles and tedious affairs emerged, preventing her from having even a few days of peace.

“What a hassle…”

The ship was already slowing down to dock. Sighing, Aleister left her room and walked onto the deck.

She looked nostalgically at the Griffin Knights on duty in the distance… Although Aiwass had left Avalon for less than forty days, it felt like a lifetime.

Aleister was now genuinely missing the simple Avalonians.

—Originally, before Aiwass went to the Holy Nation, he thought of Avalon as degraded and mad, filled with conspiracies and bribery, just like the grey fog that permeated the factory district, hardly fit to be called the Knight Nation, with half of the Round Table Hall consisting of traitors who had taken dirty money.

Only after Aiwass went to the Holy Nation did he understand what madness and inside threats were. It turns out Avalonians were already very rational and cultured…

It was only after Aleister went to Star Antimony that she finally understood the meanings of “degradation” and “madness”—

—She indeed felt a bit sorry for comparing Avalon with Star Antimony.

Aleister even thought that Avalon’s “closed-country” policy might not be so bad after all. It blocked foreign scholars, merchants, and travelers, but it also kept out depraved races such as Goblins and Sons of the Moon.

—Keep in mind, compared to the Iris Flower, the Sons of the Moon from Star Antimony could even be considered conservative! Aleister didn’t dare to think about how her brother and Sherlock were mixing in there.

And with the Iris Flower as contrast, before truly heading to Star Antimony, Aiwass once believed that Star Antimony represented advanced production technology and was the most civilized human nation.

Even the Sons of the Moon and Necromancers did not fight for power; after all, it was just the Demon Scholars stealing food from the Alchemists, and the Alchemists stealing dog food from the botanists. Such chaos wasn’t much and could even be considered peaceful. After all, Avalon had also had a period of Transcendence…

Now it seems, Aleister greatly underestimated the value of the information brought by the “King” back then.

—Aiwass originally thought the King had exaggerated a bit, maybe by about 50%; he didn’t expect that he was actually underreporting, not even close to 20% of the actual chaos in Star Antimony!

Sighing, Aleister, with Leviathan in tow, made her way to the shore.

In a sense, this was actually “Miss Aleister’s” first visit to Glass Island.

A fully armored Arbitrator, clad in silver armor with a silver triangle emblem on the chest, approached her courteously yet sternly, “Hello, may I ask…”

He was about to inquire what this creature beside Aleister was, why she brought it to Avalon, and if there was anyone to vouch for her.

However, he suddenly got a clear glimpse of Aleister’s face beneath the black robe.

To be precise, he saw the face of “Beyard.”

Meanwhile, the captain of the alchemic-powered ship watched the scene with interest—being from the noble faction, he clearly didn’t like the Spirit Summoning Tower much. Seeing this woman in a black robe get snubbed in front of Avalon’s knights, whose heads were as solid as lead… that was a pleasing sight for him.

But soon, he realized something was off with the Arbitrator’s attitude.

The Arbitrator was clearly taken aback: “You are…”

“Aleister… you might know me.”

Aleister said, slowly removing her hood: “I have honored my bet with Her Majesty the Queen, and returned with the dragon whelp… Can I have Aiwass back now?”

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She patted Leviathan beside her, signaling it to roar.

Leviathan cleverly let out a heart-shakingly loud roar—making everyone at the port take notice of Aleister’s presence.

“I wish to see Her Majesty the Queen, as we agreed.”

Aleister placed her right hand on her chest, her lips curling up with a hint of mischief, and then she composed herself again, trying to straighten her expression: “Could you make the announcement, please?”

“…I, I cannot decide on this matter…”

Despite being an Arbitrator of the Arbitration Hall, and his voice sounding like a man in his forties, at this moment he seemed to be sweating profusely—Aleister believed that if he could take off his helmet, he definitely would in order to wipe away the sweat.

“…Please follow me.”

In the end, hesitating slightly, he still decided to lead Aleister away.

At the very least, to not be blocked here and continue to be gawked at by the onlookers…

So he blew the silent Gryphon Whistle, summoning his own White-Feathered Griffon.

At this very moment.

Isabel was dining.

As usual, she drank some wine in preparation for entering her dreams that night—though she hadn’t managed to see Aleister once in the past few days, she had gradually grown accustomed to drinking wine and found some enjoyment in it. At least it wasn’t like at the beginning when she would grimace and force it down.

But just then, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort and nausea.

A mouthful of wine was spit back onto the plate in front of her, followed by Isabel’s uncontrollable coughing.

What, what’s happening…

Isabel’s first reaction was to wonder if she had been poisoned—therefore, she immediately called for her Queen’s Guard, to check her body and administer healing.

They all held professions at the Path of Devotion level, so they also had some healing ability.

The eldest of the guards immediately placed her hand on Isabel’s chest and abdomen, and the warm glow from the Illumination Art instantly dispelled Isabel’s nausea and dizziness.

Yet the guard’s expression suddenly turned to one of confusion.

She tilted her head, not quite certain, and asked: “When was the last time you shared a bed with the Crown Prince?”

“Does it count in dreams?”

Isabel asked subconsciously, but then her face turned red as she realized she had asked a foolish question, so she earnestly replied: “It was on the sixteenth of February… That was the first time, and the last.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she grasped the implication of the question, and her eyes widened: “Could it be…”

“Thirty-seven days…”

The guard pondered for a moment and then smiled brightly: “If nothing is amiss—congratulations, Your Majesty.”