Chapter 299: Disease Condition_1


    Having crossed the long corridor, Queen Mid returned to her bedchamber.


    Faint prayers could be heard echoing from the pce, carrying with them a calming power.


    “Your Majesty!”


    The maids at the pce gate greeted her with a respectful bow.


    “Is Archbishop Gregory performing a healing magic on His Majesty?”


    “Yes.”


    Queen Mid nodded, stood quietly outside the chamber until the prayers from within ended, and then she walked in.


    The tinum Holy Light had not entirely dissipated yet, nketing the bedchamber with a sacred, bright hue.


    “Your Majesty, how are you feeling?” Queen Mid quickened her steps to the bedside.


    Emperor Reinhardt was leaning against the bed, pale and weak, a state unbing of a powerful sixth-tier knight.


    “Thanks to Archbishop Gregory, I can feel my body slowly recovering.” He spoke in a breathless tone, as if he could be carried away by a breeze.


    “Your Majesty, you’re too modest. Majesty’s recovery primarily depends upon the glow of our Lord,”ughed Pope Gregory.


    This Pope of the Glorious Church stood at the emperor’s bedside, supporting himself on a white scepter, wearing a cor of thorns, his eyes small and ever smiling, which made it almost impossible to detect his train of thought.


    “Praise the Lord! May His gloryst forever!” Queen Mid eximed. She then asked, “Archbishop Gregory, have we identified the cause of His Majesty’s illness?”


    The Pope suddenly furrowed his brow and sighed, ” His Majesty has been poisoned, but… but it’s a poison I’ve never seen before, which is why the treatment is progressing slowly.”


    Disappointment crossed Queen Mid’s face. She thanked the pope profusely and saw him off.


    Once left alone with her husband, Emperor Reinhardt suddenly smiled, “What do you think, could the old man have been thinking of treating me with intent to kill?”


    Queen Mid scoffed, “Gregory would never let you die at his hands. Besides, his primary concern is whether you’ve been genuinely poisoned.”


    “Of course, I’ve been poisoned…Cough, cough…” Emperor Reinhardt coughed gently, then turned to the queen with a probing look. “I’m really curious, where did you find such a poison that even Gregory couldn’t recognize?”


    Queen Mid smiled coyly, but didn’t answer the emperor’s question. Instead, she asked, “Will you attend the funeral tomorrow?”


    “Of course, I will attend!” Emperor Reinhardt said without hesitation, his eyes shing with a sinister gleam, “I want to see my dear uncle fall from grace and be forsaken by all!”


    “Then you should get some rest and recuperate.” Queen Mid prepared to leave after perfunctorilymanding her husband.


    “Wait a moment,” Emperor Reinhardt called after her.


    Queen Mid turned around, her impatience evident as she looked at her husband. Her silence was suggestive — what else do you want?


    Emperor Reinhardt didn’t take offense at his wife’s slightly disrespectful gaze but instead asked with a grin:


    “I heard that the two young ones from the North Territory really stirred up quite a trouble. If it weren’t for us…hehe, they might have even managed to prevent the proposal from being passed by the Senate.”


    Queen Mid gave a disdainfulugh, “Those two na?ve children are merely being smarty pants. They have no idea how deep the waters of the Senate really are, which is why they have such childish ideas. You don’t have to worry. I’ve already taken care of it. There won’t be another incident.”


    Emperor Reinhardt nodded, then wondering, “So you still insist on letting Vera inherit the title of the Northern Duke?”


    “Yes.”


    “You’ve seen it too; Vera is not one to be easily controlled. Why not choose Joyce?”


    Queen Mid huffed, “Joyce indeed can be easily controlled, but the party that ends up controlling him might not be us! Don’t forget the lesson of the East Territory. Do you want the North Territory to fall into the hands of the Church?”


    “Joyce is only ten years old; there are still eight more years until hees of age. Let’s put aside whether he will still harbor affection for Archbishop Agani after such a long time. Even if he does end up marrying her, I am confident that I’ll be able to handle her. But Vera… well, your brother has selected a good husband for her!”


    “Are you worried about Colin Angler?” Queen Mid squinted her eyes in thought.


    “Yes.” Emperor Reinhardt nodded seriously, “As a Northern Knight… he’s tough to read. He’s managed to avert danger many times in terribly adverse situations, and I don’t quite understand the means he’s used.”


    Queen Mid stayed silent for a while, then said, “I understand your concerns, but Colin can be won over.”


    “Are you sure?”


    “Yes.”


    “Is that assurance based on that story he told our son in Silver Moon City?”


    Queen Mid confidently nodded.


    Yet, Emperor Reinhardt wasn’t infected by his wife’s confidence and smirked. He then asked, “Would you like to hear my opinion?”


    Queen Mid did not respond. It seemed like she didn’t want to hear it, but she also did not take a step away.


    Emperor Reinhardt grinned slightly then went on, “I think we can make Joyce the Northern Duke… and then ask him to get engaged to Judy…”


    “No!” Queen Mid interrupted him as soon as she heard her daughter’s name.


    “Why not?” Emperor Reinhardt’s face suddenly darkened.


    Queen Mid said each word distinctly, “I will not make my own daughter a political sacrifice!”


    “So, getting married to Joyce is a sacrifice?”


    “No, it has nothing to do with Joyce.” Queen Mid’s eyes shed, “All marriages where one cannot make their own choices are tragedies, and thus sacrifices.”


    Emperor Reinhardt couldn’t help butugh, “So, is our marriage a tragedy?”


    Queen Mid stared coldly into her husband’s eyes. After quite a while, she said faintly:


    “Is it not?”


    Emperor Reinhardt suddenly began to pant, an unnatural flush creeping up his face. He red at his wife, his eyes filled with anger, indignation, and a naked desire to possess.


    Queen Mid stood there, expressionless, seemingly ignoring her husband’s loss ofposure, until he had slightly calmed herself down, she resumed:


    “Your Majesty, do not forget ourmon goal. That is what makes it all meaningful. That is what we should pursue with our lives and strive to aplish. We should not indulge in trivial sentiments between men and women, or fret over whether I love you.”


    “You’re right, my Queen,” Emperor Reinhardt also finally seemed to have calmed down, speaking lightly, “Since you believe you can control Colin, it’d be best if you could prove it to me. I do not wish for empty assurances.”


    “Alright.” Queen Mid gently nodded, then turned to leave.


    Emperor Reinhardt watched his wife’s graceful figure recede, his gazeplex.