You don’t need to give instructions for things to happen; countless people will actively ponder your preferences and intentions.

It’s like dating a handsome, wealthy person, there’s no difficulty at all.

In the upcoming chaotic times, strength is Byron’s greatest asset. Even if he stands there doing nothing, countless people will jump onto his ship.

...

At this moment, deep within the heavily fortified Ganquan Palace.

The First Beauty of the Channel Islands, Elizabeth Woodville, dressed in finery, is sitting at the vanity, applying her makeup.

Despite having birthed ten children over the years, she remains radiant and alluring.

Coupled with the Blood Brew Bloody Mary tribute from the Bloodthirsty Cult, of which she receives a bottle each time, her appearance seems forever frozen a decade ago.

This "first beauty" never loses her charm.

However, hearing the commotion outside now, her hand trembles slightly.

Yesterday, she witnessed a stream of black water flowing from the void and sweeping away all eight of her children, born with Edward IV.

Especially considered the next King, Edward V’s eldest son was her greatest reliance.

In just a few months, she lost her entire family, husband, children. Now, every step closer the new king takes to Ganquan Palace, her "queen" rank strips away a bit, and her last standing is about to be lost.

Elizabeth gently stroked her red lips, exquisite clavicle, her profound confidence returned to her face:

"It’s okay, no man can resist my charm, especially those mighty kings.

As long as Byron Lancaster sees me with the King’s identity, he’ll certainly want to possess me madly and no longer look at other women.

He doesn’t love girls, only loves widows.

Humbly kneel on one knee, placing the queen’s crown back on me.

Just like when Edward worshiped at my skirts back then!

At that time, everything will return to me again."

She stood up and waited quietly at the palace gates for the arrival of the new king.

As the sound of hooves echoed, the white roses throughout Ganquan Palace bloomed continuously, yet upon blossoming, they all turned red.

Even in a world holding extraordinary power, this scene resembled a divine miracle!

As if the Mandate of the Red Rose is little by little reclaiming this place.

However, Elizabeth was not greeted by the new king.

Instead, it was Catherine, who fled two years ago and has grown from nineteen to twenty-one.

Her golden hair dazzling like the sun.

Fiery red lips bloom, lake-green eyes like bays of pure water, delicate skin white and flawless.

Wearing a lace-trimmed exquisite gown, sculpting out a figure bearing fruit on slender branches, revealing a delicate clavicle, along with a touch like snow.

It possessed the vivacious allure of the Flower of the North, along with the brilliance of the Mithril Dragon, akin to a brilliant jewel, truly dazzling.

"It’s you? Where’s the new king?"

Seeing Catherine at this moment, Elizabeth felt a pang of jealousy, sensing her beauty seemed to fade three shades in front of her.

Still, she secretly boosts her morale:

"It’s alright, I’m The First Beauty of the Channel Islands, no matter how beautiful other women are, as long as title power still remains there..."

Crack!

Just as that thought arose, a sound of some invisible object shattering echoed above Elizabeth’s head, turning her face pale.

Her title of The First Beauty of the Channel Islands suddenly... collapsed at such a pivotal moment.

"No—!"

This is the flaw with titles and Sacred Relics that contain words like "most" or "first". When replaced by someone else, the abilities they possess instantly crumble.

As the once somewhat immature Flower of the North gradually unfolds, revealing her colors, Elizabeth’s title as the first beauty becomes untrue.

"Ahhh... Give me back my title!"

As Elizabeth, who had lost everything, hysterically intended to scratch Catherine’s face to reclaim title power.

Having always pursued Woodville family members but never able to do anything about this former queen, the Demonic Spirit Bloody Mary quietly appeared behind her.

Opening its gate-like black mouth, swallowed her in one bite.

Elizabeth became the first person to be... "beautifully killed" by Catherine!

Only Catherine, who hadn’t figured out the situation the whole time, scratched her fragrant cheek, waved her hand to have the maids clean the palace.

Byron never went to the bedchamber, nor did he intend to meet any widow queen, but instead led his King’s Right Hand to the Privy Council, starting the final cleanup task layout.

"Star Chamber Court responsible for the Uptown District, Storm Cloak for the manors outside the city, Royal Tax Inspection Bureau getting ready for official travels..."

Death Knight Andrew’s Star Chamber Court, Phantom Blade Gus’s Storm Cloak, Blood Red Whiskey Alfred’s Royal Tax Inspection Bureau — these three coaches jointly formed the secret police force maintaining Royal Iron.

Especially Alfred, the Gourmet of the Gold Sequence responsible for the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau.

They are equipped with armed personnel: armed inspection squad, prisons, courts, lawyers, intelligence departments... able to go head-to-head with any domestic great noble.

Responsible for collecting taxes on land, merchandise trade, commerce, and imports, striving not to miss a single copper coin’s tax.

Department’s maxim: "Only death and taxes are inevitable."

When these three go out together, they become the king’s personal army:

"Cases the Tribunal Sequence can’t solve, I will solve; people the Tribunal doesn’t dare kill, I will kill; matters the Tribunal doesn’t dare handle, I will handle.

In a word, what the Tribunal can manage, I must manage; what the Tribunal can’t manage, I will manage even more, swift action — Royal privilege!

This is the Star Chamber Court/Storm Cloak/Tax Officer, clear enough?"

Simply put, they are Byron’s East, West, and Central plants.

Once the army has been organized and tasked, the Royal Capital goes under immediate curfew as night falls.

Tap-tap-tap...

Dense footsteps resounded throughout the Royal Capital.

Three sides fully mobilized, following previously collected intelligence and the enemy list Byron saw himself during the day, began comprehensive purging.

Blood Mist enveloped the entire city in the blink of an eye.

The Royal Iron Rule - Great Charter above the Kingdom rapidly grew stronger, every resolution of a person with dissent brightened the Law Net a bit.

Byron stood on the tower of the Royal Palace, feeling the blood energy above the Royal Capital gradually reach its peak.

Deeply exhaling.

From his pocket space, he took out the Golden Fleece obtained from Goat Captain Alex and pulled out three strands of wool, blowing on them forcefully.

Whoosh—!

The three strands of wool rapidly expanded in divine aura, continually absorbing the blood energy diffused over the city and the land peasants’ two hundred years of hatred towards the land nobles, transforming into three golden sheep-headed people.

More accurately said, a Fourth Order Bizarre - Man-Eating Sheep!

Previously, Man-Eating Sheep consumed peasants, but this time, grievances and debts have an owner, and today they become those land nobility.

Starting with those nobles with the most innocent blood on their hands, embodying the most resentment, one after another they devour.

Land nobles can, of course, flee like peasants used to, abandoning their property, but as soon as they flee, the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau will reclaim their land.

Just like they’ve treated peasants for two hundred years.

His Majesty Byron, as the guardian of the realm, is the king of the nobles, but also the king of the peasants, embodying absolute fairness and impartiality, treating all equally.

Baa-baa-baa...

The three sheep called to Byron twice and instantly transformed into light streams, disappearing into the night.

At the moment, he seemed a truly fitting king, his face expressionless:

"Since I possess absolute power, who has the leisure to play the Game of Thrones with you?

Only after clearing the house can we welcome the ’guests.’"

He paused briefly, turning his head towards the Third Ring Current Zone.

"The time left for me is truly running out."