Chapter 1056: Chapter 252: The First Seat’s Secret (Part 2)

Lindong said, "When young members of some families are sent to the Edge World to gain experience and serve as governors there, they sometimes suddenly have a great burst of kindness and get the idea to start a revolution."

This kind of kindness often directly leads to an uprising on an Edge World planet.

"You see, this is the reason for the worsening relationship between the Sanctuary and the High-tier Council. If you are a priest sent to the Edge World to investigate a rebellion and gradually discover that the instigator is actually the governor, it’s hard not to develop some opinions about the family."

Of course, "develop some opinions" is a more tactful way of putting it.

The radical priests often dare to make the most direct judgments, bluntly stating that the family members who refuse to cut off their prefrontal lobes are the root cause of heresy being irreparable.

"The irony is that if the radical monks want to completely resolve the family issue, they must first get approval from the High-tier Council; and the High-tier Council operates on a multi-member council system, so even if the current leader of a family accepts the Sanctuary’s philosophy, they cannot single-handedly change the entire council’s decision."

"This system indeed seems somewhat flawed."

Ethan commented.

Before you decide to take someone down, you must get that person’s consent, which seems unfeasible in itself.

"But that’s also the charm of the Holy City. Even though they all see each other as enemies, it never affects the operation of the Holy City. The Lord of the Holy City can ensure that enemies become the closest allies when needed."

Just like at this moment.

When the High-tier Council faced the threat of the grotesque demon because of their refusal to cut off their prefrontal lobes, the priests of the Sanctuary were still the first to maintain stability for them.

"Of course, this doesn’t prevent Monk Vidis from taking control of the High-tier Council’s power if he were to obtain conclusive evidence that the High-tier Council is the main culprit."

The priests of the Sanctuary can tolerate collaborating with enemies, but they cannot tolerate any form of betrayal towards the Holy Master.

And colluding with Node Space, allowing grotesque demons to run rampant in the First Special District, is undoubtedly an unprecedented act of desecration.

More importantly, in the view of the monks of the Sanctuary, these family members who are unwilling to fully open their hearts to the Holy Master for their own desires are the group most likely to commit such acts.

The seed of suspicion has been planted, and all Lindong needs to do is wait for it to take root and sprout in this city.

Ethan downed the remaining wine in his glass to calm himself, but Lindong caught a detail and asked, "What? What’s with that look in your eyes?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of what you said before you came back."

"Hmm?"

"I remember you said you would never allow me to engage in terrorist activities before finding an alternative."

He was surprised to find that even in the field of terrorism, Lindong had far more execution ability than he did.

He had just introduced a variable into Flynn Seine’s life, while Lindong had already incited him to create the grotesque demon, melted down the brain implant of the second seat, and now even prompted an internal conflict between the High-tier Council and the Sanctuary of Logic.

As the seed of suspicion takes root and sprouts, it’s possible the entire Holy City could erupt in civil war because of it.

Ethan deeply realized that, in the path of terrorism, he was merely a rookie compared to Lindong.

Not only had Lindong done all this, but he seemed to enjoy it.

With Ethan’s reminder, the face of the genius First Seat Lady turned crimson all the way to the base of her neck, avoiding eye contact with Ethan. Her exceedingly intelligent brain likely produced numerous excuses, but ultimately, she clumsily changed the subject like an ordinary person.

"Had too much to drink."

Yes, the blush was not due to shame but rather a natural reaction under the influence of alcohol.

Science says so.

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The news of Lindong meeting Monk Vidis spread quickly through the First Special District, and she never intended to hide her tracks.

And such behavior during such a sensitive period unquestionably created a political issue for the High-tier Council.

Before figuring out Lindong’s true intention, they were destined not to enjoy the atmosphere of the banquet.

The First Seat Lady’s way of thinking is enigmatic, and she probably is also the only legitimate citizen in the Holy City who cannot be controlled by the High-tier Council.

But on the other hand, Rowena, who had close associations with the First Seat, became a breakthrough point for the council members.

During the banquet, a councilor pointed out that the first thing the First Seat did upon returning was to have a private conversation with Rowena. Therefore, before Rowena could use the teleportation device to return to her laboratory, she was personally met by the Speaker.

"The young man accompanying the First Seat Lady is not listed in the Holy City’s citizen register; Monk Vidis says he comes from the Edge World."

Facing Rowena, the Speaker no longer wore a cautious expression, directly addressing the issue, as her tone turned aggressive:

"Don’t play dumb; we both know that’s a lie. The First Seat Lady’s research has nothing to do with the Edge World."

Moreover, the First Seat Lady has never been so close to any male, even spotted in a bar near the Sanctuary with the young man, drinking until their faces were flushed, like ordinary people.

It’s known that the First Seat Lady never lacks suitors, mostly the mainstays of their families, young and promising, wielding unmatched power, yet the First Seat Lady never gave them a second glance.

"You should ask her."

Rowena responded calmly.

"I am exercising the authority granted to me by the High-tier Council—when I believe that certain secrets of the society could affect the peace and stability of the Holy City, you are obliged to cooperate with the investigation."

The Speaker stood up, casting an oppressive gaze at Rowena’s eyes, "I don’t want to make things too awkward, or do you need a notification from the Legal Department to make our conversation happen in a more formal setting, witnessed by more people? Lady Rowena, you should understand that I am trying to help you and the society."

"Alright, alright."

Rowena made a gesture of surrender, "Since you are determined to risk provoking the First Seat to uncover her secrets, as a law-abiding citizen I can only cooperate with the High-tier Council and the Legal Department’s investigation."

Hearing this, the Speaker’s pupils constricted.

Outward cooperation, yet a sardonic way of warning her of the consequences of doing so.

The Speaker took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Tell me!"

"About the secret the First Seat Lady is desperately trying to cover up..."

Rowena deliberately slowed her pace and paused at the most crucial point, "That young man named Ethan, and his real identity is... the First Seat Lady’s personal chef."

"... A chef."

The Speaker’s face turned frighteningly dark.

"To be exact, a chef proficient in junk food, with a specialty in spicy chicken burgers."

Rowena shrugged, "You’re right; everyone has secrets, and the great First Seat Lady is no exception. The largest secret she wishes to hide from the world is the fact that she’s actually a junk food-loving, internet sparring enthusiast homebody in her spare time."

"And now that you know the First Seat Lady’s biggest secret, what do you plan to do?"

Rowena’s question plunged the Speaker into a long silence.

She stared hard at Rowena, hoping to detect any flaw on her face; however, Rowena remained steadfast under her scrutiny.

This is an absurdly far-fetched answer, yet it sounds somewhat plausible.

"I understand."

After a long time, the Speaker sighed deeply, filled with a sense of defeat.

"Then now, before my homebody friend discovers my act of leaking secrets and sends me ten thousand abusive texts, I intend to leave this city as soon as possible."

Rowena elegantly bowed slightly to the Speaker, a standard noble etiquette of the Holy City’s upper class.

As her footsteps faded away, the Speaker leaned back, sitting back on the couch in dejection.