Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 838 - 159: Remnants_2

The Silver Radiance Empire does not need such thoughts, nor does it need anyone to raise doubts, or turn them into a public debate topic worth discussing.

This nation is built upon a policy of ignorance, and no future changes are needed.

However, the remnants of the Violet Commune should have been completely eradicated. During the subsequent great cleansing, anyone involved in change, even those who aided the commune financially or showed support in different occasions, were condemned to the guillotine for treason.

Even the servants of that Duke lineage were wiped out completely.

Afterwards, bankers, military factory owners, journalists, and even doctors who treated the commune's wounded were not spared. The cleansing continued for years until his father, Henry V, believed all traitors had been exterminated, then the operation ceased.

This is why he never doubted Balmon-Margaret. Even now, he does not know how Balmon, as a bloodline of the commune founders, escaped the great cleansing and fled to Gear City under an alias.

But...

He will soon learn the truth.

Henry VI's gaze shifted to this trusted minister under his throne. He merely lifted his right index finger, and Balmon's body was thrown out by a great force. He crashed into the palace pillars, his broken right arm rolling to the other side.

The scent of blood quickly spread throughout the hall.

No screams, no arguments, no pleas for mercy.

Henry VI watched Balmon struggle to use his remaining arm to support himself. The intense pain caused sweat to drip from his forehead.

He did not like those eyes.

It reminded Henry VI of things that had happened in this hall.

He commanded the shadowy part of the palace, "Lock him up in the dungeon, don't let him die."

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

On a rare free night, Ethan originally planned to collapse while waiting until Lindong finished attending the bathing party organized by Queen Elizabeth, but unexpectedly, not long after Lindong left, an uninvited guest arrived at their residence.

She wore the maid's uniform identical to the Royal Palace, but her manner of entry was far from what one would expect from a maid.

She entered through the window.

An elderly woman, shrunk down to just over one meter four in height, hunched over, her face wrinkled so much that her eyes could barely open.

This old woman was a tough character. In her words, the Royal Palace was like her backyard, and she remembered the patterns on the floor.

But Ethan was skeptical because this old woman obviously did not belong to the type that had a strong memory.

She was like many old people Ethan had met, recounting events from decades ago as if they were treasures, yet having only a fish-like memory for things happening right now.

"This is the story of the Violet Commune."

The old woman quivered as she spoke, then fell into deep thought. After about a minute, the old woman showed doubt, "Ah?! Why am I telling you this, who are you?"

Questioning at the same time, she suddenly turned her gaze sharp, and in an instant, she shot five hidden weapons at Ethan.

Prepared, Ethan shifted his body to the right. The five dough balls fell into the corner of the room, a situation that had played out four times before. Although the hidden weapons had no real lethality, and even emitted a sweet sugar powder fragrance, it was not hard to see that the old woman was probably an incredible assassin in her youth, with skills rivaling those of Assassin Master Zophie.

Another thing that puzzled Ethan was the number of dough balls this old woman carried.

Did she open a bakery in Gear City?

"I am Ethan, you can call me Senzi."

"Shenzi, Shenzi, good skills!"

The old woman fell into thought once again, Ethan waited a moment, and the latter once again questioned him, "Then who am I?"

"You are someone from the Margaret Family."

Although the old woman did not introduce herself, Ethan recognized her identity from the characteristic hair tuft on her head.

"Oh, right, I am from the Margaret Family... then who are you?"

"I'm Senzi."

"Shenzi, Shenzi, good skills!"

Ethan felt a blockage in his chest, fortunately, the old woman did not re-loop about her identity.

"With such events happening, why did Balmon return here?"

Ethan tried to continue the topic, "To seek revenge on Henry VI?"

"No, no!"

The old woman shook her head like a rattle, "The young master wants to, like the old master, use his own strength to change this country. He is stubborn, no one can change his mind, not even the Death God... I know, you and that white-haired little girl remind him of the Violet Commune."

Whenever speaking of the Violet Commune's past, the old woman's face, full of wrinkles, softened.

Her memory severely declined, yet she remembered every event from decades ago clearly.

Although using titles like "young master" and "old master," Ethan could feel their trust was like family.

It was regrettable that he came decades too late, and the grand Imperial Capital only had characters like Duke Ash remaining.

"Shenzi!"

The old woman suddenly raised her voice, fortunately, Ethan had long been accustomed to this startling style.

"I am here."

Her expression suddenly turned serious, "But this road is dangerous, maybe you will also be harmed by them, so for your safety, you have two choices now."

"Grandma, you say."

"First, leave the Imperial Capital and never return. I know a secret passage that can take you and that white-haired little girl out of here."

"What about the second choice?"

"Second, if you choose to stay, you must learn to protect yourself! I will teach you all my life's skills, this way, perhaps you can avoid danger in the future."

Saying this, the old woman took a deep breath, her gaze turned kind and gentle, "Shenzi, I know you will choose to stay!"

"I haven't chosen yet!"

"Next, I will teach you my mastered skills, this is my life's understanding as an Assassin Master!"

This old woman was used to speaking for herself, Ethan sighed deeply, but she wasn't wrong, he and Lindong indeed wouldn't leave the Silver Radiance Empire so quickly.

And he suspected this old woman carried a storage space, as she magically took out a transparent container.

Then it was a bag of flour.

And also a small bottle of salt.

"Shenzi!"

She unleashed her aura, undiminished from her past glory, "Listen well, the key to everything is these two spoonfuls of salt! This is the secret to making pizza crust flexible, and add Mozzarella cheese, finally sprinkle some basil leaves, these secret recipes, I've passed on to only you!"

With the old woman's storytelling, footsteps in the corridor grew nearer.

Running fast, while trying not to make too much noise, during the conversation, those footsteps reached the door.

Next moment, the door was kicked open.

Silvery armor, with the thorn and black lily intertwined emblem representing the Royal Family engraved on the armor.

The Royal Palace's Forbidden Guard deployed.

These were the guards handpicked from the Empire and the High-tier Transcendent team.

The old woman turned and glanced at the aggressive Forbidden Guard, "Guests, what would you like to eat today?"

Ignoring her question, the guards glared at Ethan, clearly coming for him.

"Balmon-Margaret has been thrown into the dungeon."

The leading Guard Captain coldly stated, their movement of drawing swords was uniform, "We are ordered to eliminate the remnants of the Violet Commune!"