In the Name of Empress-Chapter 631 - 363: Greed Kills
Roland bid farewell to the new Cabinet and the new King of the Tirol Kingdom.
Before leaving, he painted a grand vision for the new King.
If the Odin Empire's crown is difficult to seize, one can take a different path and aim directly for the Alamanni Empire's crown.
After all, during the Alamanni Empire era, the Prudon Kingdom was considered Barbarian territory, and the Alamanni Empire's inheritance claim for the Prudon Kingdom was even less significant than that of the Val City State.
The new King nodded in understanding, and Meinette's old face broke into a broad smile.
They finally felt the joy of being allies with Roland.
Reflecting on the pain of being enemies, Meinette secretly vowed never to stand against Roland.
As the only surviving member of the Dark Race after the concert hall incident, Meinette often felt blessed by the God of Destiny.
However, when Christine summoned him to undergo the purification ritual, the smile that had just appeared on Meinette's face instantly froze. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
To be honest, Christine's purification methods were very effective. The Seed of Darkness in his body had been completely suppressed and was even shrinking in size.
Given such miraculous results, he certainly wouldn't refuse.
After the grand farewell banquet, Meinette finally watched Roland's carriage disappear over the horizon, heaving a sigh of relief.
Although grateful to Roland, surviving under Roland's command was no easy task.
Finally seeing this plague gone, he was naturally pleased.
For someone pleased, there was someone else who was not.
Barov, the Chief Steward of the Winter Palace, was one such person.
Recently, he had an inexplicable twitching of his eyelids and a persistent dry throat that no amount of tea could quench.
Years of serving the Emperor had made him cautious.
He vaguely sensed that someone was investigating him thoroughly.
Though he couldn't pinpoint the reason, he had a feeling that the person eyeing the lost treasures of the Winter Palace was no ordinary figure.
As a last resort, he had to deploy every possible hand to start searching for clues.
While he was uneasy, a voice at the door announced the arrival.
"The Prime Minister is here!"
Angelina had come?
Barov's heart skipped a beat, and he nearly dropped the cup he was holding.
In his view, Angelina was the most rigid of Her Majesty the Empress's trusted aides, immune to persuasion or coercion, extremely stubborn.
He had tried to bribe Angelina several times, but in vain.
Despite feeling apprehensive, Barov warmly welcomed Angelina.
Before they could exchange pleasantries, Angelina bluntly asked, "Did you take many Winter Palace treasures and even sell them abroad?"
"I am not, I didn't, I'm just a gatekeeper guarding the Empress's house. By accusing my work like this, I must go to the Empress..."
Angelina said nothing, just produced an official document and waved it in the air.
"Her Majesty the Empress has granted me full authority to handle this matter. Confess immediately, and perhaps you still have a last chance to save your life, otherwise..."
"No, you don't have the authority to do this!" Barov retreated in horror, shouting hastily.
Angelina looked at Barov with a look of condescension, secretly cursing him as a madman.
Regardless of past transgressions, they were bygones.
Yet he was exploiting his role as a Winter Palace guard for personal gain.
It would have been enough if he stopped there, but he also wanted to leverage his local influence to gain benefits from Roland.
Angelina sneered, "I've never seen anyone foolish enough to take advantage of Roland. Reveal the whereabouts of the missing treasures, this is your last chance."
"I haven't done anything wrong personally, perhaps some minor officials are guilty of dereliction!"
Barov was still stubbornly denying.
Seeing him completely oblivious to the approaching death, Angelina sneered, pointing her finger at the damned Barov.
The old steward, who was speaking eloquently moments ago, was instantly transformed into an ice sculpture.
The look of pity in Angelina's eyes vanished, replaced by endless coldness.
"Barov, I gave you a chance, but you chose a path to death. Your statue will be placed to the left of the Winter Palace's entrance, and your plaque will carry only one word."
"Greed."
Angelina softly proclaimed, completely sealing Barov's doom.
