For three days after that, I was very mentally unstable. Even on the day I returned to the palace, I had to hold five long meetings with my entourage, lasting until late at night.
The main agenda is to receive real-time reports on major fires.
There was also an ongoing discussion about the specifics of how to take down the worst human trafficking cartels.
The main agenda is to receive real-time reports on major fires.
The main agenda was receiving real-time disaster reports and developing a response plan. The decisions made at the meeting were immediately implemented, mobilizing people from the Luciard, Ameloth, Redmon, Limitiello, and Yegreen families to help with relief efforts.
We decided to collect evidence thoroughly so that those involved would not even think of evading the charges.
We also persistently investigated the hidden assets that were called dirty methods.
I intended to strip these heinous criminals of their souls and use them to compensate the victims and prevent recurrence.
'I will not destroy the three clans, but I will not sit idly by and watch them live well off with dirty money.'
The next day was the same as the previous day. I woke up early. This morning, I received a call from Desmond II to properly report on the activities at the dispatch location.
Only then will I be able to take credit for successfully grafting Yggdrasil?
Desmond II's eyes widened at the surprising news.
“What? The World Tree? That really existed?”
“Yes, it really existed. And it will exist again.”
Because it was said that it would not upset the balance of nature.
Since it had come to this, I decided to use the World Tree branches to score points for Desmond II.
“It should have been offered to Father..."
“Really?! Are you giving this to your father?!”
“...But, for now, I placed it on Rosie’s head. The power of healing and purification is given to Rosie. I thought it might be helpful. Please understand with an open mind.”
“Of course! Bring it when Rosie wakes up.”
“Yes, Father.”
It's too late to regret it. After all, isn't it the heart that's important when it comes to gifts? Practicality wasn't my thing.
Meanwhile, Desmond II was making promising plans.
“In the future, many alchemists and magicians will come and go from Yggdras for research. I need to contact the Ivory Tower as soon as possible and have them order the construction of a warp portal.”
“You are indeed wise, Father. Take all my respect.”
A basic condition for a large city was the existence of a warp portal.
“What is it?”
“What an outrageous atrocity!”
“Yes, it is. You can't take advantage of the innocent psychology of the people, who only buy them once in a while because they say they're good for their virility. You have to bring down the mace half the time.”
“So, who was that noble guy who distributed that narcotic aphrodisiac?!”
Desmond II snorted and asked.
“I assume he is Count Hardenfork.”
'All the dirty bastards are friends with Chansley. Attempting to attack Chansley at this point will only antagonize Father.'
I started to act weak at this point.
“The House of Count Hardenfolk is a capital city noble family with a long history that is too old for a mere Princess to touch. Although he has been incompetent for generations and has not produced a single official in the palace for five generations, he is still stuck in the imperial palace. Just by looking at that, you can see the family’s strength.”
“Yes, that’s right! Isn’t the family’s strength derived from the herbal medicine mixed with drugs?”
Desmond II beat his chest in anger. The provocation had worked.
“Once I start something, I want to finish it on my own terms, oh, father. I beg you to lend me the power to overturn the Count’s family.”
"Ha..."
Rubio has already taken over as the head of the special forces and is secretly working in the back alleys.
It was a yard where the guild was being investigated. There was a person with better qualifications than Rubio.
It wasn't a position he couldn't give to me, but Desmond II was troubled.
“I ask this even more because of the current situation.”
I bowed my head.
“Chansley is inextricably linked to Betty's sister, so Chansley's affair is effectively an imperial scandal, so I'm trying to divert attention by punishing the nobles and making it an issue because that's how you cover up a scandal with a bigger one.”
"That..."
A look of doubt crossed Desmond II's eyes as he looked down at me.
“You want to protect Betty?”
"Yes."
"You?"
“Yes, that’s right.”
I answered immediately both times, my voice devoid of emotion and without highs or lows.
For this purpose, my tongue had to become cunning at this moment.
I opened my mouth to try to convince Desmond II.
“My sister and I have a relationship that cannot coexist politically. I know that too. But Abamama has already decided to protect my sister. It’s a situation you’ve decided on. Here, there’s no need for me to go against Father’s will and incur your hatred, right?”
“Hmm..."
“Before becoming the heir to the throne, I was a subject of the royal family and I was responsible for the prestige of the royal family and the reign of my Father's family. I just want to be of help. Of course, I'm sure these old-fashioned words won't get through to you, Father."
“You know a lot.”
“Then how about saying this?”
When a look of doubt crossed Desmond II's eyes, I looked straight into his eyes, placed my hand on my heart, and spoke.
“Please see me as a girl who wants to be praised by her father and mother.”
Despite the tense atmosphere, I smiled brightly. My smile was just like Rosenite's.
This effectively exploited the weakness of Desmond II, who had lost his beloved daughter.
A low moan escaped Dezmond II's lips as if he had been momentarily at a loss for words.
I didn't try to persuade him any further. She just waited patiently.
After waiting patiently, I was able to get what I wanted.
“...Good. I appoint Evienose Chloelle Hadelamide as the Second Special Forces Division Commander.”
“Your kindness is greatly appreciated, Father.”
The expression on his face, as I bowed deeply to Desmond II, was quite touching. It was the face of his father, not the Emperor.
“Eve.”
“Yes, Father.”
“You have done an excellent job in Dandelion, and you have raised Yggdrasil. Ordinarily, we would have honored you with a great banquet, as we did when we found the magic stone mine, but... the timing is not favorable.”
We also persistently investigated the hidden assets that were called dirty methods.
I intended to strip these heinous criminals of their souls and use them to compensate the victims and prevent recurrence.
'I will not destroy the three clans, but I will not sit idly by and watch them live well off with dirty money.'
The next day was the same as the previous day. I woke up early. This morning, I received a call from Desmond II to properly report on the activities at the dispatch location.
Only then will I be able to take credit for successfully grafting Yggdrasil?
Desmond II's eyes widened at the surprising news.
“What? The World Tree? That really existed?”
“Yes, it really existed. And it will exist again.”
I also honestly reported that my mana core had grown explosively thanks to another cutting that had become a medium.
Fortunately, Desmond II was not the type to be jealous of his daughter's growth.
He wasn't a very bad father. He just showed an honest interest in the branches of the World Tree.
“Ahem, ahem. So where is that branch called the medium now?”
In fact, the twig had lost its original purpose. According to Rahman, a master potion alchemist and expert in ancient herbal lore, there should only be one world tree in the modern world so as not to upset the balance of the natural world.
Fortunately, Desmond II was not the type to be jealous of his daughter's growth.
He wasn't a very bad father. He just showed an honest interest in the branches of the World Tree.
“Ahem, ahem. So where is that branch called the medium now?”
In fact, the twig had lost its original purpose. According to Rahman, a master potion alchemist and expert in ancient herbal lore, there should only be one world tree in the modern world so as not to upset the balance of the natural world.
Because it was said that it would not upset the balance of nature.
Since it had come to this, I decided to use the World Tree branches to score points for Desmond II.
“It should have been offered to Father..."
“Really?! Are you giving this to your father?!”
“...But, for now, I placed it on Rosie’s head. The power of healing and purification is given to Rosie. I thought it might be helpful. Please understand with an open mind.”
“Of course! Bring it when Rosie wakes up.”
“Yes, Father.”
In fact, I was skeptical about the effectiveness of each object of Yggdrasil in the hands of another. Intuitively, I felt that the growth, healing, and purifying powers of Yggdrasil would be limited to me.
'Well, it's more like a souvenir, and he'll be disappointed later, so I might as well give him a tentacle brew of Yggdrasil.'
Meanwhile, Desmond II was making promising plans.
“In the future, many alchemists and magicians will come and go from Yggdras for research. I need to contact the Ivory Tower as soon as possible and have them order the construction of a warp portal.”
“You are indeed wise, Father. Take all my respect.”
A basic condition for a large city was the existence of a warp portal.
I did not spare flattery toward my father, who promised to make Yggdras a portal world.
At that moment, my expression became serious and my voice became lower.
“Father.”
The soft call made the atmosphere slightly tense. I plan to do something necessary while meeting Desmond II.
“Do you have anything to say, Eve?”
“Yes, Father. I’m sorry, but I have a favor to ask.”
“Tell me.”
It was for this very reason that I offered the useful branch to Desmond II.
I bowed politely, placing one hand on my chest.
"Hmm?"
The Special Forces Director is a special position that moves secretly according to the imperial command. To put it simply, I was like a secret royal inspector. It is granted to nobles who are trusted by the Emperor or to members of the Imperial family who are high in the line of succession to the throne.
They are given various rights, including the authority to form a special task force and to carry out special missions.
Desmond II rested his chin on one hand and looked at me appraisingly.
It meant to tell me if there was a need for it.
“Your Majesty, you must be aware that the circulation of narcotic aphrodisiacs in the Yellow Sea has increased since the rainy season last summer.”
“Yeah, I was already having a headache over that problem. Ha, How can you have such an unhealthy sex life in the capital? This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate!”
Thankfully, Desmond II took a keen interest in the subject.
“A drug that causes such harm should be eliminated. So I have my subordinates persistently investigated it. The drug that was used in the aphrodisiac was manufactured by a man who controlled potion shops throughout the entire capital. They were a guild. They seem to have been distributing drugs through a criminal organization hidden in the old slums.”
“Hmm, was that so?”
The question was somewhat ambiguous, as Desmond II had already been briefed on the facts by Prince Rubio.
But that was it. Rubio's investigation was blocked at the doorstep of the nightclub.
“But it was the nobility, not criminal gangs, who started mixing banned drugs into elixirs and distributing them.”
At that moment, my expression became serious and my voice became lower.
“Father.”
The soft call made the atmosphere slightly tense. I plan to do something necessary while meeting Desmond II.
“Do you have anything to say, Eve?”
“Yes, Father. I’m sorry, but I have a favor to ask.”
“Tell me.”
It was for this very reason that I offered the useful branch to Desmond II.
I bowed politely, placing one hand on my chest.
“I am requesting that you temporarily relieve me of the position of Special Assistant to the President.”
The Special Forces Director is a special position that moves secretly according to the imperial command. To put it simply, I was like a secret royal inspector. It is granted to nobles who are trusted by the Emperor or to members of the Imperial family who are high in the line of succession to the throne.
They are given various rights, including the authority to form a special task force and to carry out special missions.
Desmond II rested his chin on one hand and looked at me appraisingly.
It meant to tell me if there was a need for it.
“Your Majesty, you must be aware that the circulation of narcotic aphrodisiacs in the Yellow Sea has increased since the rainy season last summer.”
“Yeah, I was already having a headache over that problem. Ha, How can you have such an unhealthy sex life in the capital? This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate!”
Thankfully, Desmond II took a keen interest in the subject.
“A drug that causes such harm should be eliminated. So I have my subordinates persistently investigated it. The drug that was used in the aphrodisiac was manufactured by a man who controlled potion shops throughout the entire capital. They were a guild. They seem to have been distributing drugs through a criminal organization hidden in the old slums.”
“Hmm, was that so?”
The question was somewhat ambiguous, as Desmond II had already been briefed on the facts by Prince Rubio.
But that was it. Rubio's investigation was blocked at the doorstep of the nightclub.
“But it was the nobility, not criminal gangs, who started mixing banned drugs into elixirs and distributing them.”
“What is it?”
“It's a sad state of affairs. In the ecliptic, mild elixirs are a staple of life, and a noble who should be practicing Noblesse Oblige would rather prey on the lives of his subjects by pretending they're friendly drugs.”
“Yes, it is. You can't take advantage of the innocent psychology of the people, who only buy them once in a while because they say they're good for their virility. You have to bring down the mace half the time.”
“So, who was that noble guy who distributed that narcotic aphrodisiac?!”
Desmond II snorted and asked.
“I assume he is Count Hardenfork.”
I purposely pretended not to see the big grim by not mentioning the nightly socializing. I even targeted the Hardenforks, who had done the dirtiest things, leaving Zigolo, Navarre, and Chansley behind.
I started to act weak at this point.
“The House of Count Hardenfolk is a capital city noble family with a long history that is too old for a mere Princess to touch. Although he has been incompetent for generations and has not produced a single official in the palace for five generations, he is still stuck in the imperial palace. Just by looking at that, you can see the family’s strength.”
“Yes, that’s right! Isn’t the family’s strength derived from the herbal medicine mixed with drugs?”
Desmond II beat his chest in anger. The provocation had worked.
“Once I start something, I want to finish it on my own terms, oh, father. I beg you to lend me the power to overturn the Count’s family.”
"Ha..."
Rubio has already taken over as the head of the special forces and is secretly working in the back alleys.
It was a yard where the guild was being investigated. There was a person with better qualifications than Rubio.
It wasn't a position he couldn't give to me, but Desmond II was troubled.
“The timing is not good. Do you really have to do it now?”
I bowed my head.
“Chansley is inextricably linked to Betty's sister, so Chansley's affair is effectively an imperial scandal, so I'm trying to divert attention by punishing the nobles and making it an issue because that's how you cover up a scandal with a bigger one.”
"That..."
A look of doubt crossed Desmond II's eyes as he looked down at me.
“You want to protect Betty?”
"Yes."
"You?"
“Yes, that’s right.”
I answered immediately both times, my voice devoid of emotion and without highs or lows.
For this purpose, my tongue had to become cunning at this moment.
I opened my mouth to try to convince Desmond II.
“My sister and I have a relationship that cannot coexist politically. I know that too. But Abamama has already decided to protect my sister. It’s a situation you’ve decided on. Here, there’s no need for me to go against Father’s will and incur your hatred, right?”
“Hmm..."
“Before becoming the heir to the throne, I was a subject of the royal family and I was responsible for the prestige of the royal family and the reign of my Father's family. I just want to be of help. Of course, I'm sure these old-fashioned words won't get through to you, Father."
“You know a lot.”
“Then how about saying this?”
When a look of doubt crossed Desmond II's eyes, I looked straight into his eyes, placed my hand on my heart, and spoke.
“Please see me as a girl who wants to be praised by her father and mother.”
Despite the tense atmosphere, I smiled brightly. My smile was just like Rosenite's.
This effectively exploited the weakness of Desmond II, who had lost his beloved daughter.
A low moan escaped Dezmond II's lips as if he had been momentarily at a loss for words.
I didn't try to persuade him any further. She just waited patiently.
After waiting patiently, I was able to get what I wanted.
“...Good. I appoint Evienose Chloelle Hadelamide as the Second Special Forces Division Commander.”
“Your kindness is greatly appreciated, Father.”
The expression on his face, as I bowed deeply to Desmond II, was quite touching. It was the face of his father, not the Emperor.
“Eve.”
“Yes, Father.”
“You have done an excellent job in Dandelion, and you have raised Yggdrasil. Ordinarily, we would have honored you with a great banquet, as we did when we found the magic stone mine, but... the timing is not favorable.”
“Please don’t worry. Your Majesty must be most upset in this situation."
“You can’t act like a little child who is upset because you didn’t get an award.”
It was no wonder that Desmond II felt bitter about being the only successful farmer.
I pretended not to know and politely walked away.
“You can’t act like a little child who is upset because you didn’t get an award.”
It was no wonder that Desmond II felt bitter about being the only successful farmer.
I pretended not to know and politely walked away.
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