Sixth hundred and seventieth chapter: The Sorrowful Ambassador

Taking advantage of the next day's court session, Yuekou requested to attend, addressing the Lord of Dawn.

Perhaps due to the recently concluded treaty, the request was quickly granted, and two knights in elaborate armor escorted him into the palace hall.

Two or three months ago, he had repeatedly sought an audience with His Majesty, but all his efforts had vanished without a trace. Now, he wished Emperor Anpein would ignore his requests as he had done in the past.

Unfortunately, reality is often disappointing.

When he entered the hall, the court session was clearly nearing its end.

The young monarch was leaning back on his throne, chatting and laughing with his ministers. Seeing Yuekou kneel in salute, Anpein straightened up. "No need for formalities. I heard you brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Yuekou replied, steeling himself. "He congratulates you on your coronation and hopes that the friendship between our two countries will last forever."

"That's a novel way of putting it," Anpein Moya smiled. "So, did he prepare any gifts?"

"Uh, yes… of course," the ambassador said, grasping at straws. "The convoy carrying the gifts is on its way. This letter was delivered by relay horses."

"When Wimbledon III was crowned, my father sent a delegation of two hundred to Graycastle, with eleven carriages loaded with gifts—goldware, fine wine, silks, and beautiful women. I wonder what Roland's return gift will be this time. I'm very much looking forward to it."

A chorus of laughter arose from the ministers.

Was that so? Yuekou couldn't help but feel a dryness in his throat. Why was there no mention of congratulatory gifts in the letter? It was understandable that he didn't know, but surely Emperor Roland himself would be aware of such a thing.

"Did he say anything else?" Anpein asked.

For a moment, Yuekou even wanted to take his leave directly, but when he considered that angering the Lord of Dawn would at most result in being shunned by the nobles of the royal capital, while disappointing Emperor Roland would likely lead to his replacement as ambassador, he forced himself to endure it.

"Your Majesty... uh... also hopes that you will cease the pòhài of witches and grant them the status of ziyou people," Yuekou said through gritted teeth. "Otherwise, Graycastle will not turn a blind eye to such actions. The Church is the best example."

After he said this, the hall fell silent.

The ambassador felt a fine sweat break out on his forehead.

"Did Roland Wimbledon really say that?" After a long while, Anpein Moya finally spoke. "Bring the letter here for me to see."

Immediately, a knight walked over to Yuekou and snatched the parchment roll from his hand.

Even without daring to meet the Lord of Dawn's gaze, he could hear the coldness that had crept into his tone.

Thinking of the condemnations and warnings that took up most of the letter, Yuekou felt like crying right then and there.

Sure enough, Anpein threw it on the ground after reading it. "Is this Graycastle's attitude towards its allies? Witches are innocent, so I must let them go? Nonsense!" The young king seemed to be losing control of his emotions, standing up from his throne, radiating murderous intent. "Look at what those damned witches have done to the Moya family—invading the palace, tusha guards, and using my father's life to force me to obey the Church! If they hadn't poisoned my father, he would still be sitting here today!"

But he died so you could ascend the throne, didn't he? However, Yuekou only dared to say this in his heart.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. As far as I know... the witches cultivated by the Church and other innocents cannot be lumped together. Just like ordinary people, there are differences—"

"Shut up!" Anpein rebuked. "You have no idea how terrifying those who wield the power of demons are! Even God's Stones cannot completely xiànzhi them! Tell me, how can a group that is not bound by any rules possibly obey us? Dawn will only be more stable without witches. I am responsible for my people!"

Reasoning was clearly not going to work. Yuekou saw the flush on his face and realized that his father had become a shadow in his heart—this guy was clearly about the same age as Roland, but he was not as good as the old friend when he was in Royal Capital, perhaps even worse.

Look at Emperor Roland. He left Royal Capital for only a year, and turned into a true superior, and this guy hadn't escaped from his father's protection.

"I will write a letter to the King of Graycastle, telling him not to be youhuo by those fallen ones—threatening Dawn for the sake of demon's claws? Absurd!" Anpein paced back and forth angrily. "Graycastle may be strong, but he shouldn't forget who gave him that power! Without the support of the nobles from the around, how could Roland move his army into Dawn? If he invades the royal territory for such a reason, he will inevitably treat his vassals in the same way in the future. Not only will my people resist to the end, but the nobles of Graycastle will not support him as they did against the Church!"

Uh… the old friend seems to have already done that, Yuekou thought. Although he didn't know how His Majesty defeated the Church, he vaguely remembered that His Majesty didn't rely on the power of the nobles when he attacked Royal Capital—at that time, few people in the whole of Graycastle were optimistic about the Fourth Prince Wimbledon. Moreover, in the subsequent trials, the great nobles were almost wiped out. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get the position of ambassador.

Finally, as Hill had said, an enraged Anpein Moya drove him out of the palace.

What made Yuekou slightly relieved was that although the other ministers looked surprised, none of them echoed the king, which was better than he had expected.

Of course, after they saw the letter that had been thrown on the ground, there would be no escaping the ridicule behind his back.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Otto Rossi followed him.

"Does Emperor Roland really see it that way?"

"Otherwise, would I lie to you?" Yuekou said, collapsing powerlessly on a long chair. "What, are you here to mock me?"

"No... I just think that Anpein's new policies are indeed a bit impulsive. He does want to ensure a stable life for the people of Dawn, but this kind of search method will only make everyone feel uneasy."

"Then you should tell him that."

"He won't listen..." Otto smiled wryly. "Whenever the topic of witches comes up, he's like a different person. But he can't be blamed. If you had witnessed the changes that took place in the palace firsthand—" He bit his lip. "No, never mind. Emperor Moya's death was a huge blow to Anpein. Considering his age, he should have had five or six more years before inheriting the throne. I heard that Wimbledon III was also killed by the Church’s witches? On this point, it would be better if he could be as steady as Emperor Roland."

Yuekou stared at Otto in surprise. He had a feeling that the other party was not the eldest son of one of Dawn's three great families, but a noble of Graycastle? Does Emperor Roland really have such prestige that he can have the nobles of neighboring countries standing on his side?

"In any case, I will find another opportunity to talk to Anpein properly. Right now, he doesn't even listen to Earl Quinn much anymore."

After finishing his tea, Otto rose to leave when Seventy-Six suddenly ran into the room.

"Sir... the witch you auctioned off is back!"

Ermu says

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