The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 357 - 236: An Su’s Top Secret Conspiracy!_2
But regardless of whether it’s the Esoteric Sect or the Orthodox Church, Princess Cersei’s position is higher than An Su’s.
He guessed why Elf despised Princess Cersei so much. The Imperial Princess’s ability to feign purity was too deceitful, almost as much as his own.
Just like the way she looked now, her gaze was pure white and flawless. Her snow-white teeth bit on her thin cherry lips, her eyelashes trembling slightly, making anyone who saw her think this girl must be very innocent.
On the surface she appeared innocent, but at her core, she was a vile woman who would stop at nothing for her so-called justice.
"By the way, Mr. Su."
Princess Cersei elegantly gazed at An Su, pretending to remember something, and said playfully,
"Since you don’t want to talk about the grand plan of the Esoteric Sect’s restoration, let’s discuss the matter you mentioned just now, ’Princess Cersei, Milton is on your little revenge notebook.’
"Let’s talk about the revival of the Esoteric Sect instead," An Su sighed softly, "Your Majesty the Elf."
By addressing Princess Cersei as an Elf, he acknowledged her identity and included Princess Cersei in the plan,
Princess Cersei clearly understood the hidden signal An Su was sending. Her mouth curled into a slight smile, and her usually impassive pupils revealed a hint of pleasure.
"Have you met the Esoteric Sect Followers lurking in the Imperial Capital, Mr. Su?"
Princess Cersei’s tone was light-hearted, showing great interest as she talked about this topic, "And those Esoteric Sect strongholds, have you found them?"
The smile of Her Majesty the Princess was pure white and flawless; her profile was tinged with a hint of blush, like the crystal-clear sky tinted by the sunset after a fresh snowfall, just like a young girl with a teenager’s heart softly sharing her youthful worries, she softly and gently spoke,
"How far have you two gotten with your plans? How many have you killed?"
"..."
An Su counted on his fingers, having sacrificed twenty or thirty Medium or High Tier Esoteric Sect Followers in Heaven, and killed nine more in the alleyways, nearly assassinated a Demigod, and with various others, after tallying for quite some time, he came to a conclusion.
"Roughly forty or so, I suppose."
"That’s really quite impressive," Princess Cersei nodded lightly in praise, and after a while, she asked again, "And yesterday?"
"...Last night I killed a few hundred million," An Su replied emotionlessly, recalling how this madwoman only knew how to do grand slaughters. In the original story, she had caused quite a number of people to perish during her rise to power, significantly slowing down the empire’s urbanization process and contributing indelibly to the ecological environment.
"Oh, Mr. Su, you shouldn’t say such things, it’s so vile," Princess Cersei covered her mouth light-heartedly, protesting with a hum, "I’m still a girl in the bloom of youth."
"If you can understand what I’m saying, then you’re viler than I am," An Su said innocently, proving he could act even more naive than Princess Cersei, "Moreover, you’re already seventeen or eighteen years old, not some young girl. According to Nether’s legal age, you should now be considered an ’adult woman.’
"What are you all talking about?"
Merlin, who was nearly a hundred years old and sandwiched between them, blinked his somewhat bewildered eyes. He had been enjoying the show, and then these two youngsters started talking about things he did not understand, truly spoiling the fun for him.
"Could I meet those Esoteric Sect Followers? Being called an old woman doesn’t upset me," Princess Cersei said, "Since I am now the Chaotic Saintess, shouldn’t I be able to meet my subordinates?"
"I’m afraid you might outright kill them all on the spot."
An Su shook his head, refusing. These sisters were the ones he had painstakingly cared for, each with considerable strength. An Su was waiting to fatten all these Sisters up for a collective harvest, to offer them up to the table of the Mother Goddess of Life.
He couldn’t let his hard-raised babies be harmed by Princess Cersei.
"I don’t kill people, Mr. Su."
Princess Cersei shook her head, exuding the elegance of an heir to a great house,
"How could a girl in the bloom of youth possibly do something like killing? Mr. Su, my girlish heart is soft and sweet like sugar, and it gets hurt very easily."
"Ever since I was little, all I could do was arrange flowers. With strict Royal Family upbringing, my only form of entertainment as a child was cultivating some precious flowers."
"Looking at those delicate and luxurious blossoms, alone and isolated in the empty and silent palace, watching them slowly wither and die, I lived out my life this way."
"The only thing I want to do right now is to walk out of that beautiful but hypocritical garden, no longer be the delicate golden kite flower, just wanting to be a free and easy dandelion, to see the outside world, that’s all."
As she spoke these words, a faint layer of tears seemed to crystallize in her pure white eyes, shimmering with a bright sadness.
An Su scoffed, he didn’t believe a word of Cersei’s nonsense.
This was just like himself a year ago, lying to Luojia about being imprisoned in his residence because of the Child of the Curse, suffering bullying and discrimination, and being unable to ever touch the light—eventually convincing Luojia to write a recommendation letter to the Church for himself,
It was all about playing the sympathy card and then morally blackmailing!
To think she would use the same tactics as himself, truly despicable!
If not for knowing the original story’s plot, an ordinary person would indeed easily be deceived by the Princess’s acting skills.
The imperial family did indeed have strict rules, and the Order Knights patrolled back and forth imposing curfews. As the Third Princess, Cersei had an older sister and brother, and indeed, the Milton imperial family had groomed her from childhood on to be a noble young lady.
Cersei also showed a unique talent for floriculture from a young age, particularly interested in the family emblem—an emblem of the goddess’s blessing, the ’golden kite flower.’
She was even called the ’Golden Kite Princess.’
—At this moment, the Cersei sitting opposite An Su had a bunch of glittering golden kite flowers pinned to her hairpin, luxurious and holy.
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The golden kite flower, also known as the golden lily, was a gift from the goddess to the Royal Family.
It was forbidden for non-royal families to pick or cultivate it privately, and violators would be sentenced to prison with the severe charges of blasphemy against the goddess and contempt for the Royal Family.
So, as a child, the Third Princess, upon killing Esoteric Sect Followers, would bury their bodies in the imperial garden, planting a golden kite flower directly above in the soil, hiding the crime permanently.
Because the golden kite flowers absorbed the nutrients from the soil, the little Princess’s flowers were exceptionally lush and holy, surpassing the other Princesses of her age, and she was deeply loved by the Emperor, hence she was called the ’Golden Kite Princess.’
It was because of these experiences, soft and sweet like sugar, that Cersei, when she ventured out as she grew up, would always have a bunch of golden kite flowers pinned to her hairpin, to make it convenient to kill and bury her victims instantly, dispose of the bodies cleanly, and without pollution.
After she ascended the throne, she even went as far as to ’send a fragrant aroma to Nether, cloaking the city in golden armor,’ literally planting the rare and precious golden kite flowers all over Nether, significantly enhancing the city’s greenery development, making an unnamed contribution.
The blood-stained golden kite flowers were seen by later generations as the symbol of the ’Golden Kite Empress,’ and the appearance of these flowers meant that someone was in for grave misfortune.
This was quite similar to the Elves; they also favored blooming flowers. Last time, when Elf beheaded that coachman, he had grown a blood-red Other Shore Flower on the man’s head.
All of them were flower lovers.
An Su, seeing that Cersei was starting to play the sentiment card, remained unmoved. He wasn’t like Luojia, that little fool, to be easily tricked in such a way.
Seeing that her scam was failing, Cersei sighed lightly, her gaze playful and mocking as she stared at An Su, "Mister of the Chaotic Ladder, you are the Quasi-Saint, and by the rules, I am now the officially appointed Saintess Elf, your direct superior, and you should be listening to me."
"You might not even be older than me."
An Su smiled back, "This major action by the Esoteric Sect is also a class shuffle, and in our case, this Church examination is an opportunity. As long as I can defeat you and come first, then I will be the Saint Heir."
"Then let’s do this," Cersei’s eyes sparkled with pleasure, "We’ll take the official Church examination as a wager then. Whoever wins, leads, and gets to command the loser for a month."
She had thought of many fun projects.
"A bet is a bet," An Su smiled calmly.
Anyway, I’ll just cheat.
"That’s perfect."
Cersei gleefully said,
"You’ve been secretly scheming so many undisclosed plots against me, Mr. An Su Moningsta, I’ve just happened to think of your utmost secret plot too. If I win, please follow through with it."
"...When did you come up with that?" An Su asked curiously.
"Why do you think I came to seek His Excellency Merlin?" The Princess tilted her head, her smile momentarily dazzling and luxurious like a golden paper flower, ephemeral, "Mr. An Su Moningsta?"
She said with a light chuckle.
