When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 611 - 574: Jia Li?!

"Quite a decoration." Standing in front of the cabinet, Moliat's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room.

Horn peeked out from behind Moliat's shoulder to see what she was referring to: "Haha, it's all those wizards messing around, I just told them to preserve it well, didn't expect this is how they would do it."

The decoration Moliat was referring to was a crystal glass jar, inside of which floated Prince Kongdai's head, suspended in a greenish translucent liquid.

Horn originally intended for them to preserve it with lime, to prevent mold and decay, and to send it to Feiliu Castle as a deterrent to local powers.

But somehow these wizards, in a strange fit, created this contraption. What kind of presentation is this?

Anyone unfamiliar might think Horn intended to keep it for a leisurely appraisal.

"Since you've taken his head, can I have Prince Kongdai's body?" Moliat casually chose a chair, reached out with her left arm to drag it, but grasped empty air.

Seeing Moliat in a daze, Horn quickly reached out and pulled the chair over himself: "Please sit."

Moliat sat down rightfully, and Petier and Armand reflexively stood up.

So in this small civilian house, only this pair from the Thousand River Valley remained seated.

Sitting opposite Moliat, Horn had to slightly lift his head to meet eyes with the duchess.

Mad, what's wrong with the water in the Thousand River Valley? Why are the women here all so tall?

He drank plenty of water from the Nao'an River too!

The duchess before him was dressed in a black silk long robe, her hair tied up, covered with a sky-blue lady's hat with tassels, and wore a new mask on her face.

The mask resembled a carved statue, cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

Her whole body was covered by the robe, but the faintly visible silk slightly outlined her general figure, her bandaged left arm resting on her plump thigh, with blood faintly oozing through.

Sitting directly across from Moliat, Horn could just make out from her pronounced bosom to her flat stomach.

Yet those around lacked the leisure for such thoughts, cautiously eyeing the duchess, wary she might suddenly cause trouble.

While it wasn't likely she'd harm His Excellency, slighting him or causing some embarrassment wasn't entirely out of question.

"If you want Prince Kongdai's body, of course you can have it." Horn scratched his head, awkwardly saying, "Only, his body was dismembered by angry soldiers, it's tattered, is that alright?"

"Even better, I'm looking for battle damage." Moliat shrugged indifferently, "I need his body to honor my uncle, just like you're planning to honor Elder Knight Danji with Prince Kongdai's head."

Horn's smile initially froze, then returned to normal: "It seems, Duchess, you have quite a deep understanding of our Salvation Army."

Moliat shook her head softly: "You don't have to treat me as an enemy. In fact, I built a tomb for this old knight on the edge of the plateau mountains and posted guards there. Even the decree platoon didn't destroy it, and it's now full of flowers."

Horn didn't speak initially, staring at Moliat for a long time, then slowly exhaled: "I see your sincerity, thank you for everything you've done."

Hearing Horn's words, Moliat chuckled softly from beneath her mask: "Why be so distant? People call us the Empire's double gems, we should unite. In the future Thousand River Valley, power will undoubtedly be shared by us. Why not address me informally?"

Despite Horn's pragmatic approach, the Salvation Army internally was deeply idealistic, which kept morale high.

Hearing Moliat constantly refer to 'power' and 'profit' in such a realistic manner made the legion secretaries uncomfortable and disdainful.

"......"

Facing Moliat's words, Horn couldn't respond, feeling the duchess seemingly unintentionally using her bare feet to rub against his calf under the table.

When did she take off her shoes? What does this mean?

This is Duchess Hemashi, the Iron-blooded Grand Duchess. Why is she doing this? I'm not particularly handsome, so what is she playing at?

Or is this just a coincidence?

"Ahem." Coughed to assume a straight posture, Horn withdrew his legs from the table, "Of course, Moliat, your proposal is good. I believe it's an excellent icebreaker."

Moliat's amused voice came from behind the iron mask: "My visit this time is to show that I have no malice toward the Salvation Army. Given the current situation, it's best for both sides not to quarrel further."

"I agree, seeking common grounds is the best solution. We're all working for the Thousand River Valley, forming a joint government or other models, there must be a way to satisfy most people."

Realizing the conversation was on track, Horn breathed a sigh of relief, worried by this peculiar duchess who always threw him off.

"Actually, the best way is for you to marry me. That would form a joint rule and our next generation could inherit the entire Thousand River Valley. How wonderful." Moliat's words prompted a series of coughs in the room.

Horn's smile froze once more, unsure of how to respond.

Although this seemed like a feasible plan, but, it really did seem feasible... though Jeanne and Jia Li probably wouldn't agree.

Seeing Horn merely smile without answering, Moliat didn't press.

She shifted her position, sitting sideways in the chair, scanning among the legion secretaries: "Where's the witch? And where's Catherine? I intended to visit them."

Seeing Moliat switch topics, Horn quickly explained: "Jeanne and Catherine are too tired, they're already asleep."

"Alright." Moliat nodded, "Seems like my visit is ill-timed, perhaps I'll come back in a few days."

"You're welcome at any time." Grateful to see the back of this troublesome duchess, Horn breathed a sigh of relief, not fearing her, but she always made him uneasy.

There's something strange about the atmosphere, unlike a conversation between two insurrection leaders.

Something was off.

"Before I leave, there's one more thing I'd like to discuss with you."

"What's that?"

"Should everyone else leave?"

"They are trustworthy people."

"What I wish to discuss concerns the Ruo'an Faction and a certain white-haired witch, no good comes from them hearing it."

Petier was still puzzled, but Armand stood up, gathering others: "Since it's confidential business, we shouldn't listen, let's go, let's go."

The wooden door slowly closed, and to be safe, Horn didn't secure the latch.

Turning his head, Horn didn't leave far from the door, rather turning with a smile: "Now you can say..." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Before finishing his sentence, Horn saw a shadow cover the candlelight, and the next moment, he was pulled in by the waist, and his back of the head was held.

Before he could utter a word, his lips were pressed by something soft.

The faint scent of forget-me-not wafted from Moliat's hair and mouth, entering Horn's nose and mouth, while his collarbone was greeted by two warm masses.

Horn had anticipated Moliat might pose a threat.

He expected coercive measures and hostage tactics, but never imagined her methods would be seduction by sheer force or seduction itself.

She extended her tongue?! She was feeling him?!

Why did the touch on his neck feel so familiar?

"Mwah—"

After a breath-holding period, a fine thread stretched between their lips.

Brushing aside grey hair that fell on her temples, Moliat stepped back, her red eyes twinkling: "Long time no see, Papa."

Horn blinked, looking at the unmasked Moliat before him:

"Jia Li?!"