When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 670 - 628: You are still your sister

"Can a person voluntarily become a slave?" Moliat sat by the warm fireplace, rustling the Truth Newspaper, "Does he actually want those commoners to engage in this topic?"

While Hylviss was chatting with Herman, Catherine also entered Moliat's room.

This was the day after the finance meeting ended. After attending the modest dinner tomorrow night, Moliat and others would have to leave the ry Court Barracks the day after at the latest.

The schedule was packed these days, and it was hard for Catherine to find an opportunity to have a face-to-face talk with Moliat.

She needed to know what exactly Moliat was thinking.

After dismissing all the maids in the room, Catherine took the fire tongs to stoke the fire in the stove and started chatting about the topic: "This should be the first time Truth Newspaper is allowing outsiders to publish articles, right?"

Although the Truth Newspaper was aimed at the public, it still had a strong official tone, usually with articles written by insiders, or even Horn himself.

To avoid exposing identities and avoid suspicion, those monks would use pen names.

In other words, to most people, including Moliat, only "big figures" or "officials" were assumed to have their articles published.

But now, Horn was actually soliciting articles from the public, which was refreshing.

"Truth Newspaper, Truth Newspaper, it should be a newspaper written by those holding the truth. If anyone can publish articles, wouldn't it easily disturb the state affairs?"

Throwing the newspaper aside, Moliat dragged the chair over to the pine round table, poured the boiling ginger sugar water into a white porcelain cup.

Ignoring the scorching sugar water, she drank half a cup before exhaling a breath of white steam: "Handling those nobles is tough enough, and now we have to deal with commoners too?"

For others, facing Moliat at this moment, they would probably nod and not dare to speak.

But Catherine was different. She rolled her eyes openly: "It's your constitution, of course, you have to allow citizens to speak. The citizens are your subjects too."

As a representative of the citizens and merchants, Moliat's words were rather harsh in her ears.

"The spirit of the constitution must be respected, but the execution details can be discussed." Moliat caressed her iron fist, "Look at the Mason District's situation, the mob can't be trusted."

"Aren't you slapping yourself in the face again?"

Moliat's eyebrows suddenly furrowed: "When did I ever slap myself in the face?"

Catherine tried to drink the ginger sugar water like Moliat, but one sip had her sticking out her tongue because of the heat: "Ha! Ha! So hot, didn't you say the country should only allow one voice? Now there are two, aren't there?"

Chewing cheesy cookies, Moliat nonchalantly said, "After defeating Prince Kongdai, everyone is cheering for victory.

When everyone desires unity in the Thousand River Valley, when everyone craves peace, should I start a civil war?"

"Don't you realize the danger?" Catherine looked at her face, "Under the current circumstances, after the war with Leia, win or lose, we might have an internal conflict."

"It's simple, Horn and I will marry, and by then, the Salvation Army will join my Holy Monarchy as a faction. Though two people, one voice."

"Are you crazy?" Catherine struggled to hold herself together. "What makes you think you can make Horn submit? Don't forget Jeanne."

"I don't mind, she can join too." Moliat was indifferent as always, "You can come too."

In fact, she welcomed the witches into this big family.

After all, she might not be able to give birth to enough children on her own, and her royals should monopolize the supreme extraordinary power.

Anyone who has worked in animal breeding knows that one breeding male is enough.

"Me? I join... you, by the Saint Master, he is of the Holy Path, do you think he will yield to you?" With a flushed face, Catherine once again found Moliat incomprehensible, "Can your sister inside you really seduce him?"

Others couldn't recognize Moliat as Jia Li mainly because no one had seen Moliat's face.

But Catherine had, so when she asked from Qianqian's mouth, she immediately locked the mysterious Witch Jia Li to Moliat.

Moliat knew she couldn't hide it from her, so she didn't even try.

"Holy Path, that's just a hobby of his." Moliat answered calmly without changing her expression, "As for drawing him in with this, it's difficult, but it can lower his resistance."

"Are you so confident you can suppress this Holy Grandson who nearly single-handedly defeated Prince Kongdai?" Catherine put down the white porcelain cup and stared at Moliat discontentedly.

Moliat lowered her eyebrows, looking at her iron fist: "Yes."

Moliat was confident because she had a strong talent for breathing techniques and military skills. Politically, she could see through people on a mental level, and legally, her prestige was higher.

Even considering it rationally, she felt she should be the monarch. Although Horn was not bad, he was too soft-hearted to be a monarch.

"In the end, even if I don't control him, even if I'm defeated, it means I'm not strong enough, and being killed is deserved." Moliat shrugged.

"Do you mean, your behavior towards His Majesty Horn... is an act?"

"Are you a child like Jeanne? Do truth and falsehood make a difference for people like us?" Moliat tapped her temple, "Think with your brain, we're not one person."

In Moliat's view, only elites could govern, and Horn was the only elite in the Thousand River Valley she recognized.

Because they were irreplaceable.

This had nothing to do with the small feelings accumulated with Horn in their early distress with her sister, not at all, completely nothing.

"I only care about interests." Moliat said indifferently.

As the only person who could mass-produce alchemists, Horn's value as the world's only male witch absolutely surpassed that of a Langsande County.

If selling her charm and emotions could firmly hold onto this heavyweight, Moliat didn't mind paying the price.

Besides, she didn't have to do it herself. She just had to let her sister out, didn't she?

Facing Moliat, across the table, Catherine looked at Moliat's cold and cruel face and was at a loss for words.

However, as the ginger sugar water bubbled in the white mist, Catherine seemed to have thought of something and actually laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm thinking, would Horn be more willing to be intimate with you or your sister?"

Moliat's expression clearly stiffened.

As if provoked, her expression turned serious for the first time. She said categorically, "Are you trying to sow discord between me and His Majesty Horn?"

"Your mind-reading can't read your own heart." Catherine still wore a faint smile.

Moliat suddenly opened her eyes wide: "My conscience is clear in all my actions, all for the country!"

Catherine smiled noncommittally: "Only now do you resemble that Moliat I knew."

"What do you mean?" Moliat's face inexplicably bore a hint of anger.

Without any reply, Catherine walked straight toward the door.

Moliat didn't stop her, just tightly pressed her lips, watching her back until she was almost disappearing behind the door before speaking: "Wait..."

"What?" Catherine stopped, her back to Moliat.

"Remember to close the door." Moliat turned around and elegantly took a sip of the hot ginger sugar water while a loud thud could be heard from the door shutting behind her.

With a bang, the door to Moliat's room was slammed shut. Standing at the door, Catherine took several deep breaths.

Looking at the bright but autumn-chilled morning light outside, she hesitated for a moment, but still headed towards Horn's study.