<h4>Volume 6 Chapter 314: Manasvir Empire’s Shocking Decade-Long Buried Secrets</h4>


    Trantor: The Light


    Edits by Lord Immortal


    Olsylvia Academy, North Block Filomena Nobility Academy, the new Elven Tavern at Benedict Manor. This ce was originally mentioned in “Olsylvia Academy’s Midnight Unbelievable Tales”, and though it had been taken over by the Rose Society, the rumors of supernatural presence made it so that not many students dared toe here.


    The new Elven Tavern had yet to open its doors for business. The ancient crops that Be brought from the church tombs never sprouted. After consulting the Goddess of Life, Be learned that these seeds were cursed. If she wanted to grow them, it was useless to just rely on the Moon Elf Tribe and the Flower Fairy Tribe. You had to water them with the water from the legendary Fountain of Life, and it had to be done by someone from the Holy Elf Tribe. The Moon Elf Tribe and the Flower Fairy Tribe both excelled at growing flowers, not farming.


    Be thought of getting Devouring Holy Dragon Euphenisia to help and swallow up the curse while she was at it, but she was worried that Euphenisia would identally eat the seeds as well. After sessfully escaping with a magical transportation array, Be and her group of girls moved here.


    In the most private room of the Elven Tavern, Be’s little sister, Magical Dragon Knight Lisha, Swordsman Princess Kriss, Mage Princess Ariel, and Assassin Noreya were gathered around a round table, enjoying delicious fruits. The Moon Elf Tribe were vegetarians, so there was naturally no meat on the menu here.


    Moon Elf Princess Delias waited on them personally. She was greeting her “test customers” with the tulle maid dress that Be designed, which was much better than the rigid-looking free uniforms from Alessandra Academy.


    There were also many other Moon Elf maids in the room. It was the Moon Elf Tribe’s first interaction with the human nobility’s interests on the whole maid thing, so they were all a little overwhelmed. They could only stand there bashfully. If they had to serve like the human race’s maids, then the Dark Elf Tribe’s girls would probably be the only ones who could pull it off. The Dark Elf Tribe’s Princess Camille and Princess Milia had already been conquered by Be. The reason they did not send anyone to help out at this Elven Tavern was likely because they weren’t very close with the Moon Elf Tribe’s princess, Princess Delias.


    Princess Delias felt slightly out of sorts as she looked at the beautiful girls by the table. The beauty of Princess Kriss and the other two were in no way lesser to the Elven Race. Even she herself was stunned. When did the Human Race start to surpass the beauty of the Elven Race? Had the times changed?


    Be, President Isaman, Marite Master ine, and Princess Pam were all in the private room. Princess Pam’s thoughts were currently in a short-circuited state. This was the first time she had seen Princess ine’s true face. The sister who was said to be cursed and ugly was actually a beautiful maiden on the same level as President Isaman. She was truly shocked.


    “Princess Pam, why don’t you hold out your finger first? You’ll have plenty of time to catch up with your two big sisterster, so there’s no need to rush now. Not like they’ll run away!”


    “Sorry, Be. I didn’t even think that Big Sister ine was also... Got it. I’ll get right on it...”


    Princess Pam had been “pushed down” by Be since early on. She was one of her girls, so Be wasn’t worried about her leaking secrets or anything. Right in front of them all was the chest of royal relics they had recovered from the bottom of Needham Lake. After confirming that there were no curses on the chest, President Isaman put her right index finger into her mouth with a puzzled look, biting down gently before dripping a few drops of her blood onto the chest.


    Marite Master ine went next. She did not bite her finger and instead fiddled with the puppet string with her hands to draw blood from her fingertip. The final one was Princess Pam. She took out her knight’s sword and lightly stroked her right finger across the de, making a small cut.


    Under the four’s expectant gaze, the blood of the three gradually spread across the chest’s surface, soon staining it red. Princess Pam had a rxed expression, but President Isaman and Marite Master ine, on the other hand, looked extremely tense. This sort of chest required the blood of three members of the Manasvir Empire’s immediate royal families to open it, which was tantamount to a covert form of “blood test”.


    Princess Pam had nothing to be concerned about, as she was of pure royal blood to begin with. On the other hand, President Isaman and Marite Master ine were transmigrated ck Warriors, simr to how Be was using Princess Felia’s body as a surrogate.


    It would be awkward if the chest did not open. Wouldn’t that prove that one out of these three princesses was fake? President Isaman and Marite Master ine seemed to be thinking the same thing. They both looked at each other as if guessing whether the other party was a “fake” just like themselves.


    Fortunately, the box opened without any hups. Thinking that the chest would contain some treasures, she leaned over as soon as it unlocked to look at what gold or treasure it had. But after casting a nce, she felt a little disappointed. Having spent so much effort to open this box, there actually weren’t any gold or treasures stored inside, but a pile of record books. What sort of wretched guy did this? This was clearly a tease!


    Be carefully took a record book out and flipped through it. Seeing that there were no risks, President Isaman, Marite Master ine, and Princess Pam also came forth and picked up one of the record books curiously and skimmed through them. These notes seemed to be recordings of some of the Manasvir Empire’s royal family members and were considered royal family secret files. As princesses of the empire, President Isaman and the other two had no problem reading their own family’s hidden history.


    Be was a “professional death-seeker”. She figured that nobody could “off” her even if they found out she had been reading royal secrets. While enjoying the writing, Be suddenly realized that the history written in these books was a little... erotic!


    Most of the secret histories written in these record books detailed specific records about the concubines favored by the Manasvir Empire’s Emperor. Wasn’t this an “Official Smut Book”?! Be looked up and stole a nce at the other three princesses.


    Princess Pam had a blush on her cheek and seemed to have read some unwholesome material. President Isaman looked as if she didn’t know whether tough or cry. She didn’t expect these records to contain “R-18” adult content either. However, Marite Master ine looked excited. It seemed like she and Be were “one of the same kind”, who were inexplicably excited by such erotic content.


    Be was about to give up. These record books were too exciting, and she wouldn’t get anything from reading them. At this moment, Be noticed a small fold at the bottom of one of the pages, which she casually flipped down with her finger. Unexpectedly, they were two pages stuck together, with a strange white paper between them. Very soon, they all found simr pieces of paper sandwiched between each of the books.


    “Be, these white sheets are made of special material. I can feel that something’s off about them just by touching. There should be some other way to reveal the words on this piece of paper.”


    “Is that so? The special handwriting is...”


    Be took the piece of paper and examined it in the light for a while, but she was surprised to find nothing special about them. When she saw the bloodstains the princesses left on the wooden chest, Be experimentally pressed the white paper on it, but she didn’t expect it to finally work. The words finally revealed themselves as the blood prated into the paper.


    The first sentence on the paper stunned Be and the rest. “The Emperor is fake, the Empire is in danger...” Could something be wrong with the Manasvir Empire’s Emperor? Princess Pam’s face paled in an instant. She knew how serious this matter was. But President Isaman and Marite Master ine’s reactions were a little unnatural. The two of them were “fake” after all. The original owners were long gone, and they had no idea how to express themselves when they met their “peers”.


    Fierce sounds of fighting came from outside the Elven Tavern at this moment. Be made nces at the girls, signaling them not to panic. The two terrifying lolis, Devastating Evil Dragon Emperor Lolita and Devouring Holy Dragon Euphenisia, were having tea outside. Anyone who darede looking for a fight was seeking death.


    Outside the Elven Tavern, Lolita and Euphenisia sat facing each other, a tea table hovering in the air between the two. Several ck-clothed, fully-prepared men came near them. However, they didn’t expect Grand Duke Bellina to go out without even bringing a single guard. She was meeting up with a group of princesses with only two loli maids. It seemed like she was absolutely confident in her own abilities as a Holy Knight.


    “What can these two girls do? The stuff should be inside. Go...”


    “Understood. You... What are you pulling my arm for? You... Ah!”


    The legs of the ck-clothed men were caught by the arms stretched out from the shadows, tearing them straight out into several pieces and devouring them. And the perpetrator, Euphenisia, was still sitting there, drinking tea unconcernedly as if the men being brutally killed had nothing to do with her.


    “How many is it now? Big Sister Lolita, tell me. Why are human assassins so foolish? They don’t even know how to sneak around!”


    “Euphenisia, don’t try acting close with me, calling me Big Sister or whatnot. Except for Lord Be and... Anyway, they don’t even exist in your book. Now hurry and get ready. The... Which batch are they? Anyway, more fools havee knocking.”


    “You’re too much, Lolita. I’m doing all the work, and it’s not like you’re losing anything from having an extra little sister. Seriously, they’re annoying! Here we go again!”


    While the two of them chatted, another batch of men dressed in ck entered the scene, but they were quickly sent off to thewn near the new Elven Tavern. As a killing machine, Euphenisia came with her own cleanup and recycling functions. No matter how many came, none of them would figure out how the previous batch died, so they could only send one batch after the other.


    Madix City, the capital of the Manasvir Empire, was located not too far away from Olsylvia City, where Olsylvia Academy resided. As one of the five capitals of the human empire, Madix City was known for its prosperousmercial center, nicknamed the “city that never sleeps”. The business activity in the city was said tost all night long, with no signs of stopping through the night.


    In the pce’s halls, neither the Emperor nor the Empress of the Manasvir Empire was present. Only two shadows and a mysterious group were here. It had been many years since the pce had had pce guards. The shadows gathered here didn’t look like human ministers. In fact, you couldn’t even tell what race they were.


    “That suspicious girl Isaman has sent a few girls to investigate our stronghold. I would’ve killed her earlier if I knew, just to put an end to it.”


    “It’s fine. Those girls weren’t brainwashed by us, so just put them back! Our n must not be ruined. Olsylvia Academy has a mixed bag of forces. It’s a tricky one, I must say! Our n may...”


    “What about this? We can just move our target. Have someone pass on the order. This year’s internal school rankings...”


    “That’s good too. That’s right. We should pay more attention to that Grand Duke Bellina, I think...”


    “Who cares about her! Isn’t she just an expert at butchering beastmen? We had some royal guards trailing herst time, but she’s just an ordinary girl who likes hanging around with other girls her age. It won’t interfere with our ns anyway... Just try not to get mixed up with the Twelve Demon Kings in the future.”


    The two shadows chatted happily on the thrones, utterly uncaring of their senior subordinates beneath the stage. One of them was trying to report that something was off about Grand Duke Bellina. He didn’t hear a single word back from the men he sent to trail her, but he couldn’t interrupt when he saw his bosses having a good time by themselves!


    In Manasvir Empire’s capital, Madix City, a sinister, dark n was making its way to Olsylvia Academy. This plot, which had been brewing for a long time, was gradually unfolding. As the target, Be had already spotted the signs, not because she was paranoid, but because of her identity as Demon God. After transmigrating, it made her have distrust towards the Human Race.


    In the new Elven Tavern at Benedict Manor, Be soothed Princess Pam’s shoulder, carefully reassuring her. She knew that this was too much news to take in at one moment, and she couldn’t ept it so quickly. President Isaman and Marite Master ine were stable, though, and the two felt more surprised instead at these developments.


    Those records were taken by Earl Bartley, secretary of the Imperial Court of the Manasvir Empire, at the risk of his life. Based on them, these developments began more than a decade ago. The Emperor of the Manasvir Empire and many immediate members of the royal family were swapped out. President Isaman’s original host had just been born not long ago that period, and he had discovered the incident purely by ident.


    As the Manasvir Empire’s court secretary, Earl Bartley had free ess throughout the pce grounds, except for the Emperor’s harem, which was off-limits. This Earl Bartley was quite the “ballsy” man. He snuck into the Emperor’s harem many times and fooled around with the new concubines because of his connections to the royal family.


    This was probably the only man who would make the Emperor his cuck and even made records of them. Be was beginning to wonder whether these acts were all written by the “outstanding gentleman” himself, with the name changed to the Emperor.


    About a decade ago, this gentleman finally went a little too far. On that night, when the Emperor was holding a banquet with his courtiers, he excused himself for natural reasons and left the feast in a hurry. Armed with the courage of booze, Earl Bartley infiltrated the confines of the Emperor’s harem to where the Empress resided. He just wanted to take a single peek.


    Earl Bartley knew that even pirates had their honor. It was one thing to y with the new concubines in the harem, but the Empress was a big no. He had no idea if he had taken the wrong path due to his drunkenness that day or if it was God’s will, but Earl Bartley seemed to have wandered into a closed-off space.


    In that dpidated pce, Earl Bartley was horrified to find several dozen skeletons sitting around a table. The one in the center was dressed in the Emperor’s adornments with the Emperor’s seal held tight in its hand. That seal, which the current Emperor imed he could not find, scared cold sweats out of Earl Bartley. He sobered up immensely and quickly fled outside.


    If the skeleton sitting there really was the Emperor, then who was holding the banquet in the pce hall? Earl Bartley, thinking he was in a nightmare, bumped into the Empress, who was walking a short distance away, while he was fleeing. He did not see anyone dressed in the Empress’s clothes among the skeletons, so he thought this was the real deal.


    Just as Earl Bartley was about to call out to the Empress, he realized that the Empress was a fake too. The shadow reflected from the Empress under the light was a far cry from her own size. It was the difference between a woman and a young girl.


    Finally, the horrified Earl Bartley jumped into the pce’s ornamental river and made his getaway. Knowing that things were bad, he escaped from the Imperial City that night itself, hoping to report this incident to the human empire’s councils. He didn’t get very far before the Emperor sent his men to hunt him down for trespassing. And when he arrived near Olsylvia City, Earl Bartley knew he couldn’t run away anymore.


    Earl Bartley documented these events on white paper before hiding them in his records and putting them away in a special wooden chest before finally sinking it to the bottom of Needham Lake. By the time his pursuers arrived, Earl Bartley had already reached the shore and died by lighting himself on fire, a barbaric way of burying the secrets with him lest he was tortured by special magic in interrogation.


    Earl Bartley waster described to havemitted suicide by the Manasvir Empire in fear of his crimes and removed from the imperial history books. Be wasn’t even sure if the records were real or not, but the credibility was great even if they were falsified. For now, the ones who knew this secret were limited only to Be and the three princesses. If the Manasvir Empire was truly overtaken, things would be difficult to handle.


    Be it Princess Pam, President Isaman, or Marite Master ine, none of them were as good in politics as the “political rogue” Be. They had no choice but to ask for her help to deal with this huge problem.