The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 85 - Long Live the Queen

Knock Knock

On the majestic place, the red haired woman heard the sound of the wall knocking beside her. Without even looking she already knew who it was.

"Olena" She remarked as a women wearing maid clothes with regal style came out of the walls shadow.

The woman bowed in front of her, "Your majesty."

Giving a lazy wave, Olena stood up and said, "Miss Quenney is asking for an audience."

Hearing the name, the lady felt a headache in her head as she said in annoyance, "Her again? Isn’t bald man Agrave been already killed?"

"Yes, that is correct and I believe it is precisely because of that, Lady Quenney wants to meet you."

Hearing her maid, the red haired lady’s eyes changed to one of mischief as she smiled dangerously, "Oh my! So she isn’t grieving for her husband as she should have been but instead eyeing for his money."

"How crude… don’t you think so Olena?"

The maid gazed at her master in a deadpan look, "The same could be said about you too madam."

"Hah?"

"I’m sorry for my most honest words but you too have a husband that you should be grieving over." Olena said bluntly.

"YOU!" The red haired lady’s crimson eyes turned redder as if she was about let out her fury but in the next second, she smiled brightly, "Yeah, I guess you’re right."

Then she pouted, "But that old bastard wouldn’t die, what’s taking him so long? If only that guy would just die already then I could have already married a fine man and given birth to a few minions of my own."

"Children, madam." Her maid corrected her.

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"Yes yes, same thing." The lady waved her hand at her maid’s words then gazed outside the window for a few seconds in deep melancholy.

Seeing her master like that, Olena sighed again, "Madam, If I may."

"You always ’may’ anyway… even if I didn’t tell you to ’may’ you ’may’."

Hearing no objection, the maid disregarded her master’s words and said, "It would be best if you would take a vacation for a few days."

The maid’s words attracted the lady who gazed at her curiously, "What brought this down? You’re the type of person who would grind people into working through death or did you finally started to have some feelings for me?"

Even at her masters most ostentatious words, the maid didn’t bulge, "Just thinking if you work too much then your head might give up."

Hearing her, the red haired lady’s eyes flattened, "Even in joy you found a way to bring work around it." Then she moved towards her throne, "Alright enough talk, let’s bring that greedy widow before me and see what she has to say for herself."

Olena nodded and signaled for the guards standing at the gate. The guards wearing gold plated armor with a lion’s sigma similar to Arthur’s sword at their chest obeyed and opened the door.

From the door, a woman at the peak of young age, walked in three steps before bowing, "Hail your majesty." She said and kept bowing.

The red haired queen looked at her greedy subject, who had long black hair and could be said to be beautiful but not in her books.

"Rise, Mrs. Quenney."

The widow gave a grateful nod and stepped closer to her queen, stopping at ten steps away from her. The room that they were in, was exceedingly huge, enough so that the ten steps distance didn’t seem long at all but rather close.

Stopping at the appropriate place she bowed once more and spoke, "Your majesty, thank you for giving me your precious time."

The red haired queen, all in beautiful smile, nodded, "Of course. Now tell me, what is the reason for your visit?"

At her words, the widow turned a bit sad, "As your majesty already knows, that I am wed to a bright man from Hyfelia, Agrave Van Tax."

"Yes, a very bright man. I sometimes had tea with him you know." The queen said.

"O- Oh! is that so?" The widow, Quenney, stuttered.

This was a way for the queen to discreetly say that she knew exactly what the dead fucker was.

The queen nodded and told her to continue.

"So it’s been only a few days since we had wed before he had to go back to his hometown for some urgent business." The widow smiled, "Then recently a week ago, he had written a letter to me, saying that he will be coming to the capital to see me."

"Reading that letter brought me with much joy then I had ever felt in my life. As you already know the joy a marital relationship brings, so I waited for him to come home to me."

Both the queen and maid could see through her blatant lies. What she told were seemed in a bright light and the queen was sure that if she had said such to other people then they would have blindly believed her every words.

Alas… the person she was telling was the queen of lies.

The widow turned sad suddenly, "But as he was on his way to me, he… he," The widow started to cry as the queen in irritation signaled her maid who gave her a napkin.

As she wiped fake tears, the queen interrupted, "He was attacked by some rouge and unfortunately he didn’t survive."

The widow in grief nodded, "Yes, your majesty. That is the reason for my visit."

"Tell me what you want that will alleviate your worries." The queen pretentiously said knowing the answer already.

"I want to go to Hyfelia myself and bury my love with your permission, your majesty." The queen nodded knowing this was only the side dish, "And also a permit of legal possession deliverance."

"Hmm?" The queen went curious, this was something else, "Why do you want that?" The thing she asked for was in a simple term, a permit to forcefully take away someone’s belongings.

But she was the wife, she shouldn’t have such a need.

"Your majesty might not know but my late husband had an… illegitimate son." The queen knew but kept quiet, "And recently, he has been causing somethings that there are bad rumors going around him."

The queen knew the bald guys son. But according to him and her sources he was just a normal boy, except he was too fat.

"I can’t say if this is completely true or not," The widow said, forgetting her sadness, "but rumors say that he killed more than a hundred people this last week."

"Hmph!" The queen had to stop herself from laughing out loud. If someone or anyone had killed over a hundred people, then she surely would have known by no-

The queen furrowed her brow as she asked, cautious, "Are you talking about the assassination attempt at Valint?"

"Yes, your majesty." She said joyfully, "As you can see, it is a cause for concer-"

Hearing the confirmation a glint passed through the queen’s crimson eyes.

The queen stopped her, "Unfortunately the crown must object."

"Wh- What!"

"As you said, that he had gone right after he married you, is that correct?"

"Ye- Yes, but-"

"So there’s the problem, the crown needs to confirm if the both of you consummated or not before we can say that you are his legal wife."

"Bu- but, your majesty, I did bed him."

"So you say, but we must be partial, Lady Quenney." Before the widow could say anything more the queen waved her, "You can leave now, the crown will call you when we get the results."

Devastated, she turns to leave. "Lady Quenney."

"Yes?" she asked curiously before seeing the queen giving her a smile, one that seemed dangerous. In the next moment, her eyes widened as she understood what it meant and bowed immediately.

"Long Live the Queen."