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"Triumphant return!"

"Caesar! Invincible!"

Glory to Caesar! Triumph!

The soldiers surrounded their commander, raising their shields and spears, and singing hymns praising her wisdom.

In a short period of time, Lü Kuiya's rebel army had been completely won over by the blue-haired girl.

On the battlefield, she devised ingenious strategies, manipulating the enemy like chess pieces, and repeatedly staging miracles of defeating the many with the few.

And there was also the alchemical weapon that seemed to provoke the wrath of the Titan Aegler in the sky.

Even a frail clerk, as long as he wields the weapon called AK47, can easily take down a strong warrior.

These weapons were all brought by Caesar.

As night fell, the sky turned gray, and large snowflakes began to fall softly.

The triumphant princess, riding a silver-white steed, led her army to smash open the kingdom's gates.

Amidst the bewildered and panicked gazes of the nobles, the army moved with effortless speed, striking at key locations and swiftly seizing control of the once high and mighty nobles.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?"

An elderly nobleman with white hair and beard tried to remain calm, attempting to adopt the same demeanor he used to use in the palace to reprimand the puppet princess, and questioned her with a fierce but weak tone.

"Could it be... that they intend to rebel?"

When Krydela heard this, she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're telling me about treason? Who's plotting treason?!"

"Open your eyes and see who the usurper is!"

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying an unassailable air of authority.

“You traitors, corrupt and greedy, trampling on the law, dare to covet the Lionheart’s throne and plot against Caesar in broad daylight.”

"Now I'm back, let me be judged."

With a flick of her slender hand, her delicate lips uttered a cold judgment:

"Seize them! Take them to the dungeon. Anyone who tries to escape or refuses to obey—execute them on the spot!"

"Your will!"

The soldiers responded in unison.

They carried AKs on their backs, held long spears and shields, and carried out orders.

Those who refused to obey fell like straw before the soldiers' sharp blades.

There's no need to waste precious bullets on these nobles who have long been drained by wine and women and are powerless to even kill a chicken.

The young woman's purge was swift and decisive, targeting the very heart of the royal palace.

When her soldiers burst through the palace gates, the great Regent, His Excellency Rival, was still sound asleep in his warm quilt, surrounded by his beloved concubines.

"Drag him out!"

Cerrudra coldly stared at Rival, who opened his eyes amidst the commotion, still dazed from his sudden awakening, and gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

"Yes."

The soldiers roughly pulled back the quilt, ignoring the princess's terrified screams and the way she huddled in a ball wrapped in a thin veil. They held down the struggling Rival tightly and dragged him away.

"Your Highness?"

"Keldela!"

"what you up to!?"

"Let me go!"

"I am the Regent! Are you going to rebel?!"

Rival's roar echoed through the empty palace, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

As he was dragged out of the palace, a biting wind carrying a heavy stench of blood assaulted his senses. His gaze fell upon the large, still-drying dark red stains on the corridor walls, and the corpses lying on either side...

His eyes cleared instantly as he awoke from his drowsiness and realized what had happened.

broken!

Originally, the intention was to make the puppet princess a scapegoat, but unexpectedly, the other party took this opportunity to break free from control and settle scores!

"Let me go, you bunch of idiots!"

Rival made a dying struggle.

"She is not Cerlydella! She is not a descendant of the Lionheart!"

"She was just a lowly beggar I bought from a merchant!"

"A tool I bought to deceive you!"

"She is not your Caesar at all!"

"She's a complete imposter!"

Knowing that he would surely die if things continued this way, even though the stability and smoothness of his position as regent over the years had slightly corrupted Rival's schemes, he was ultimately an ambitious man who had seized the throne through his courage and skill.

Realizing they were in a dead end, they prepared to fight to the death, hoping to gain a glimmer of hope.

But these facts did not stop the soldiers escorting him from taking a single step; they simply looked at him as if he were a clown.

joke.

They were not originally Hyper's men.

They are Lyquayans.

They were rebels who were saved by Caesar.

Their allegiance was never to the ancient bloodline of the Hyperion royal family, but to the blue-haired girl—Caesar—who led them to victory and honor through her courage, wisdom, and bravery.

"Shut up! How dare you slander Caesar, who was blessed by Tarantun! You are doomed!"

The captain of the guard slapped Rival, who was roaring and trying to spread the truth, across the face, sending two teeth flying out mixed with blood.

"Hmm, not bad, you have a high level of awareness."

A slightly teasing but approving voice came from the shadows of the colonnade.

"Teacher, you're here."

The moment she saw Qiong's figure, the kingly arrogance and coldness on Krystal's small face melted away like snow under the sun, revealing a gentle smile that only Qiong could see.

He walked quickly to Qiong, feeling an urge to hug her, but then thought that such a gesture would be too childish and would damage the princess's dignity.

She missed her teacher very much after not seeing him for two and a half months.

This was the longest period of time she had been separated from her teacher since she was eight years old.

"Wow~ Little Caesar's gotten quite bold, aren't you? You're even afraid of losing face by hugging your teacher? You've really grown up."

Kyō proactively opened her arms and hugged the blue-haired girl, and secretly used March 7's true form to take a picture of Krydella's hesitant and awkward appearance.

Fortunately, no one saw this, so I can relax a little.

Krydella stopped worrying and happily enjoyed her teacher's embrace.

Seeing this, Qiong put away the camera with a bored expression.

"So, teacher, you've been watching all along, haven't you?"

After a brief moment of enjoyment, Krystal left Qiong's embrace, straightened her back, and regained her proud and dignified demeanor, her tone carrying a hint of pride and a desire for confirmation.

The teacher has a magic door, making the ends of the earth seem near.

From Hazel's reaction, Krystal could guess how many times Qiong had come in the past two months and when she had come.

"Don't be too proud if you win a small piece of jade, or even a piece of jade whose technology has regressed to platinum level."

Qiong reached out and vigorously ruffled the girl's beautiful hair, which was as red as burning blue flames.

"However, as the graduation exam of the newbie village, I did alright."

"teacher!"

Kerudela puffed out her cheeks in displeasure.

"I'm all grown up now, touching my head won't make me grow any taller."

But she didn't slap Qiong's hand away.

Normally, women her age should be in the developmental stage and grow taller very quickly, but she seems to have reached her limit.

"Precisely because you will be a true king from now on, and will be wearing a crown, you can no longer touch it casually..."

Qiong put on an expression of great satisfaction as a teacher, her tone filled with exaggerated reluctance.

"So we have to take advantage of this opportunity to massage it to our heart's content."

Krystal immediately shut her mouth, obediently letting Qiong rub her to her heart's content, her joy and reluctance coexisting.

The good news is that there's no need to worry about damaging our authority.

But the thought that the teacher would no longer touch his head made him feel a little reluctant.

Having grasped Krystal's entire psychology with remarkable skill, Qiong chuckled.

joke.

As long as there's a dark past to record, he'll still do what he wants.

You're still too young!

"Alright, go ahead and do it. I'll watch you take the last step."

Qiong patted the girl's delicate shoulder and gently pushed her towards the palace exit.

"Let the deep sea currents lift you up, let the flesh and blood of your enemies nourish you. Go forth, offer victory as a sacrifice to this coronation, and I will stand with the king to witness your triumph."

Hazel stood beside Sora.

"Just watching isn't enough, teacher, you have to put that crown on my head yourself."

Krystal's lips curled into a smile as she spoke in an unquestionable tone, taking Qiong's hand and taking a step forward.

His steps were unusually light yet resolute.

As Hazel gazed at the girl walking towards the square against the backlight, her figure outlined with extraordinary elegance by the morning sun, she seemed to see for a moment seven years ago that blue-haired little girl who nervously clutched the hem of her robe and looked timid when she first entered the solemn royal palace.

In just seven short years, it has grown to this extent.

He truly deserves to be called king.

Hathaway is the person in the world who has the deepest understanding of Crydela's progress, bar none.

She watched as Wang Yong, with his wisdom deeper than the deep sea, gradually dispelled the fog in the girl's eyes.

He tempered the girl's ambition into a kingly path, taught her how to measure the world with a chessboard, and the girl who could only cautiously observe and survive can now calmly wield the scales of life and death.

"It is my honor to witness such a transformation."

Although Krydella's growth to this point is inseparable from her own talent, Heather's eyes are filtered through a lens.

A significant portion of the girl's own qualities have been distorted.

Qiong is the MVP!

Krydella's rating is 6.0.

The entire city of Hyperion was thrown into a great uproar and turmoil by Crydella's triumphant and swift actions.

Unaware of the truth, the crowd was filled with anxiety and eventually, driven by curiosity and fear, they surged toward the central square like a tide.

They saw it on the high platform of judgment, symbolizing trial and reckoning.

A man, dressed in rags, with a bruised and swollen face, and whose limbs were bound by heavy shackles, knelt there.

"Your Excellency the Regent?"

"By Farranton, what has happened?"

"Why is the Regent bound to the execution platform? Could it be...?"