In the Name of Empress-Chapter 401 - 283: Traitors Everywhere

But Prince Feino is different.

According to eyewitnesses, he was swallowed by a gigantic sea shark, leaving no remains.

But this explanation clearly doesn’t convince people.

You say he’s dead, so he’s dead? Do you have evidence?

After Alben questioned the whereabouts of Prince Feino, the atmosphere at the scene completely froze.

With those words, no one doubted Alben’s identity as a staunch rebel.

Even Sif was uncertain, wondering if this guy was really on her side or if he was about to betray them.

She had no choice but to look at Roland for answers.

Roland, of course, nodded without hesitation.

What are you thinking, beauty? You can doubt Alben’s character, but absolutely never doubt his judgment on which side to stand with.

When Sif was at her most difficult times, he dared to invest and place his bets. Now that it’s the harvest season, would he run?

Watch and learn closely, this is what you call a seasoned actor.

With Roland’s affirmative response, Sif gained confidence and engaged in a heated debate with Alben.

The debate ended inconclusively, but it bolstered the rebels’ confidence.

In their view, since Feino’s death wasn’t certain, Sif would have to restrain herself, at least not daring to wipe them out completely, leaving no room for criticism.

Through the parliamentary debate, Alben also firmly established himself as the leading figure of the rebel group.

Good news: Alben exposed all the rebels.

Bad news: There are too many rebels, they can’t all be captured at once.

After the parliamentary debate, these rebels became shrewd, taking sick leave, annual leave, and some even divorced and remarried quickly to go on a reconciliation honeymoon with their wives.

In short, they would never all appear simultaneously, avoiding being caught by Sif in one fell swoop.

As long as Sif didn’t immediately press them, there was room for maneuver.

Whether it was compromise or continued risk-taking, there was hope.

After the unpleasant end to the parliamentary session, the political scene of the Imperial Capital returned to calm, with no personnel changes in the cabinet, as if nothing had ever happened.

But the parties involved knew this was the calm before the storm.

Sif took a deep breath, dispelling her worries, and her calm voice traveled out the door.

"Let him in, I did order a special edition."

The footsteps of the maid echoed to the far end of the corridor.

Soon, the footsteps returned, accompanied by an additional, lighter set of steps.

"Honorable Count, may I come in to present you the newspaper?"

"Come in."

Sif’s voice was calm; she was curious about what Rupert was up to.

The door slowly opened, and the newspaper boy appeared.

It was indeed him.

Roland recognized the newspaper boy at a glance, but he didn’t speak, only squinting his eyes to observe closely.

The newspaper boy held the wrapped newspaper, walked forward, and raised it with both hands.

Sif glanced casually, expecting to see nothing of value, but upon seeing the newspaper’s content, she lost her composure.

She suddenly stood up, swiftly grabbing the newspaper, her eyes flashing with sharpness.

This newspaper wasn’t tabloid news, nor was it political news.

To be precise, if it was three eras ago, it could be considered political news.

The text on the newspaper was in Elven Language.

The Elven Language has remained unchanged for billions of years, its stability is terrifying, so Sif could certainly read it.

However, the content of the newspaper caused tumultuous waves within her heart.

"Blood Elf Grand General, Sylph Wind Talker, calls on all Blood Elves to take up arms, neutralize their treant-turned kin, and destroy the enchanted Ancient Trees."

"Fellow elves, unite and fight for survival!"

"Who are you?"

Faced with newspaper content that absolutely shouldn’t appear in the Sixth Era, Sif didn’t panic; instead, she became even calmer.

You can pretend for a while, but it’s hard to pretend for a lifetime.

The nearly absolute loyalty of the Jinquehua family seemed unreasonable, even absurd. Choosing to become loyal subjects of the New Empire, abandoning the relatively stable separatist condition, was a choice most people wouldn’t make.

If it was just a single generation of loyalty, it would be normal, but the Jinquehua family is different; they have always stood by the Imperial Family during the Empire’s repeated crises.

Loyalty.

But besides their standpoints, in other respects, they are rather unrestrained, especially after the emergence of The Sun, where they let themselves loose entirely.

This little newspaper boy is not simple, or rather, the Rupert behind him is not simple.

Faced with Sif’s inquiry, the newspaper boy’s eyes gradually became dazed until they were vacant, and his original boyish voice gradually disappeared, replaced by a mature baritone.

"You may consider me Rupert, for although this body is not mine, it is I, Rupert, controlling the soul at this moment."

So that’s it.

Rupert didn’t want the secret meeting with Sif to be discovered, so he used the newspaper boy as a medium to perform the secret art of Soul Possession for communication.

He was very cautious.

The murderous intent in Sif’s eyes dissipated, leaving only warmth.

"Mr. Rupert, please have a seat."

"No need, time is precious. I’ll get straight to the point."

Rupert did not explain where the special edition came from, who he was, or how he recognized Sif’s true identity.

He didn’t say, and Sif didn’t ask.

Some things don’t need to be known in detail.

Sif knew the past rift between the Tree Elves and the Blood Elves and could feel her elven bloodline awakening after receiving Roland’s ancestral knowledge. She gradually accepted the fact she was a descendant of the Elf Race.

Elves are beautiful and powerful. Naturally, normal people wouldn’t mind having the blood of the strong flowing within them.

Seeing that Sif wasn’t too surprised, Rupert’s admiration grew a little more.

Sure enough, she was once the Grand General who led the Blood Elves through the Ancient Tree disaster!

The Elf Race venerates bloodlines, with a natural gap between Upper and Lower Elves, and the Imperial Family sits at the pinnacle of the Upper Elves.