I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 330 - 197: Bowing the Head

The crowd admired this famous scene of infighting within the Ola Royal Family, feeling both fearful and stimulated.

Hokele and Achilles looked extremely grim, with Achilles sweating from his palms. He believed everything was foolproof and had been meticulously prepared, with all matters confirmed by the Holy Hall and the Withered Wood Monastery, including hidden rules, even involving Avogadro for indirect corroboration.

He thought everything was firmly under control, with no omissions.

How could there be nobody out of so many people?

A servant approached Achilles to report on the situation outside, stating that all arrested members of the Hunting Enjoyment Club were fine, showing no signs of discomfort, nor had anyone turned into monsters. Similarly, a court eunuch whispered into Your Majesty’s ear.

Ola the Eighteenth sat on the throne, appearing calm but with an unmistakably awkward atmosphere surrounding him. Marquis William was a confidant of the King, having been a friend since the King was a Prince, and now the King entrusted him extensively. A significant portion of the royal treasury was managed by Marquis William’s various enterprises, and the Mother Goddess School was ordered to be vigorously promoted by Your Majesty. If there’s suspicion in this matter, Your Majesty might even be more culpable than Prince Oliver for having wrongfully employed people.

Not only had he used the wrong people, but also succumbed to paranoia, implicating numerous ministers; is this wisdom? What counts as justice?

Prince Oliver stood up and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, don’t be too hard on yourself. I believe this is William’s own issue. In his youth, he served Your Majesty with great enthusiasm, but some people forget their original intention over time, becoming corrupt and fallen. Of course, he has indeed faced the most severe punishment. But everyone present is the backbone of the kingdom. The Moncalleta Kingdom stands strong not because of one person, but because of everyone here giving selflessly. Your Majesty, justice is needed."

How should the just Your Majesty uphold his justice?

Everyone looked intensely at Ola the Eighteenth, without words, yet yearning for justice.

Hokele and Achilles seemed anxious; this was blatantly lowering the father’s head, unbecoming of a King.

Lower your head, and the crown might fall.

Grandmaster James looked at Prince Oliver and stepped forward, "Prince Oliver, I am fully responsible for this investigation and proposed the attempt within the Cabinet. Inner Demons have wreaked havoc, harming the innocents, with errors emerging during the investigation..."

Prince Oliver waved his hand and interrupted the impassioned James, "Grandmaster James, I’m merely a leisurely Prince; there’s no need to explain to me or account for anything to me. If there’s a culprit, investigate it; arrest those who need to be arrested, but such means cannot be used to oppress others or kill innocents indiscriminately. The Celestial Principle School originated and grew in Moncalleta, enjoying the kingdom’s fortunes, yet absorbing Luthor’s negative elements. Your focus should be on loyally serving the King, serving the country. Moncalleta belongs to the Moncalleta people, not the Celestial Principle School. Don’t follow Li Long’s example, even if Vladimir came, he’s unworthy."

Initially speaking gently, Prince Oliver’s aura emerged in the final sentence, appearing as the true King though seated beside Your Majesty.

Somehow, applause filled the room. Current King favored the Celestial Principle School, marginalizing the old aristocracy, though with relatively gentle methods. Yet, many present were actually discontented, just afraid to speak up, as the King was only aware of his fair treatment towards the lower-class commoners, ignoring the injustice done to them.

This melodrama ultimately needed closure. James wanted to shoulder the mistake, but couldn’t, as Prince Oliver implied even Vladimir was unworthy; what made him any different?

"Today’s matter will be addressed for everyone and for the innocent children who died." Ola the Eighteenth’s heavy voice echoed.

A grand and spectacular roundup turned into a farce; today’s events will certainly spread throughout Hedan and even the entire Moncalleta Kingdom.

Prince Oliver proved his worth as a wise prince, demonstrating considerable influence, especially as the King afforded him the opportunity. Ministers from all places feared a paranoid King who acted recklessly.

On the way to the King’s chamber, Achilles kept his head low, thinking this was the end. He cared little about meritorious deeds, merely wishing for the matter’s resolution so he could relax and enjoy some time. Not only were matters unresolved, but he had also implicated his father, and more frighteningly, he still didn’t know which aspect went wrong; how could gourmet cuisine be ineffective?

Dark cuisine and the gourmet’s cuisine must surely clash. The second elder summoned through Holy Land’s power should be reliable, even confirmed in secret by the Withered Wood Monastery. But there’s only one possibility — these people hadn’t eaten dark cuisine at all.

How could this be possible, akin to discovering the girl he had dated for years was older than himself on their wedding night.

Hokele patted Achilles’ shoulder, signaling he would help bear the burden. Having followed his father in governing the country all these years, Hokele was more attuned to the challenges than Achilles, not expecting a complete sweep, but hoping for some gains. Yet he hadn’t anticipated being countered so dramatically.

The two followed King Ola back to the palace, with the events in the great hall reaching the inner palaces as well. At this moment, Queen Kelly wasn’t dispirited, nor did she complain or incessantly inquire; instead, she served the King by preparing casual attire and massaged his forehead while their two sons stood below, holding their breath. Ola the Eighteenth patted the Queen’s hand, indicating he was fine.

"You can go rest; I will handle the following matters," Ola the Eighteenth said, his voice tinged with fatigue.

"Father, things are rather peculiar; shouldn’t time be bought?" Hokele inquired, "We could start with the blood fetus."

Ola the Eighteenth shook his head, "Your uncle wouldn’t leave such an obvious flaw. The Church Court cannot be relied on; they didn’t partake in dark cuisine from the start. This move was masterfully executed."

"Father, that’s impossible; these people perceived themselves to have consumed dark cuisine and indeed were controlled," Achilles stated.

"Achilles, this is an excellent lesson. You are clever and know how to conceal your intelligence, but there are many clever people in this world; ponder it carefully." Ola the Eighteenth advised.

"Father, I’m worried about tomorrow’s public opinion..." Hokele continued.

"I will handle it; you should rest," the King waved them off, and Hokele and Achilles could only depart, having taken a hard fall this time.

The Queen also dismissed the maidens, and the King looked at his beloved wife with a bitter smile, "I felt this was too easy, so I didn’t summon Oliver, yet he arrived, and trouble followed."

In truth, the King had never been a match for his elder brother since childhood, deeply aware of his prowess.

The Queen placed the King’s head in her lap, gently stroking, "He possesses his intelligence, while you have your steadfastness. Despite the Church Court neglecting us, he wasn’t entirely unbeatable all these years. Essentially, it’s a minor episode and a chance for our children to gain experience. With Mother Goddess School cleansed, he’ll undoubtedly be troubled. The Evil God blood fetus should be something the Church can handle; they surely won’t neglect this completely."

"I’m worried the blood fetus is merely bait; Achilles is quite competent but lacks experience. Our grand plan remains unchanged, patience is required; the time is near." Ola the Eighteenth expressed.

"How do you intend to handle this affair?" Kelly queried with concern.

"Should a significant turning point not arise, I plan to issue a decree of self-reproach." Ola the Eighteenth declared, for a King, such might mean tarnished reputation and diminished historical standing.

In this bout, the King’s defeat was thorough.