Fairy’s Box - Chapter 956

Sigurdo had his back to the window, his hands against the edge of the bed, sitting on the rattan bed, his legs leaning gracefully to one side. Yale sat on the low wooden table opposite her, listening carefully to what he said.

“…Emund was the favorite of the previous queens. He had no rights at all. He was just a valet in charge of internal affairs. The turning point in his life occurred after the queen suffered from an eye disease. Because of the blindness, the modern queen had to choose Edmond is one of several trusted people to help him with his government affairs.”

“Is he one of them?” The dark-haired knight raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, there are several other people besides him.”

The Valkyrie tilted her head and glanced out the window. At this time, the faint rising sun in the sky had already appeared, and the light was faint in the dark blue sky. The lights in the bedroom were too bright and rotten, and the sunlight was relatively dim.

She got up and turned off the magic light, sat down and continued:

“Later, he stood out by his own ability and became the Queen’s right-hand man. In the process, Edmond quickly grasped the power. However, when the previous queen was alive, he was more restrained, and he was conscientious in his work, even for a while. Quite famous. But after the Queen’s death and reincarnation, Edmond completely tore off the mask of disguise, excluding dissidents, mutilating colleagues, and completely emptying the current Queen Hilda.”

Having said this, Sigurdor sighed helplessly, and a trace of worry appeared in his amber pupils:

“So, he’s not a good person to deal with.”

“Since he’s so difficult to deal with, don’t you regret going against the water?”

“Because I’ve never been trusted.”

Sigurdor winked at him with a sly smile:

“That guy has always wanted Sophia to annex my rights. In the past, his family was the only one in the palace, and I could only eat and wait to die. Now the queen wants to cheer up, and I don’t want to lose my rights. Of course, I have to be desperate. On her side, it’s a fight to the death.”

“You bet right, this bet won’t make you lose money.”

Yale liked her frankness very much. He nodded lightly, picked up his jacket, turned around and prepared to leave.

“Where are you going?

The Valkyrie tilted her head and asked curiously.

The black-haired knight threw his coat on his shoulders, walked straight to the door, stopped after hearing Sigurdo’s question, and turned to look at her:

“Kill Edmond.”

“Oh, you go…wait!”

The Valkyrie shook her head violently, as if she suspected that she had hallucinated, staring at his back, her trembling voice confirmed again:

“what did you just say?”

“I said I was going to kill Edmond.”

Yale repeated it again, feeling a little impatient, so he didn’t look back this time.

“Are you crazy!”

Sigurdor let out a scream that was almost broken, and then worried that the partition wall had ears, he quickly covered his mouth, and said eagerly in a low voice:

“No one would assassinate a country’s deputy minister in broad daylight, and Edmond has been in power for so many years and has raised an unknown number of dead guards. There is no difference between acting rashly and committing suicide!”

“Others can’t do it because of their lack of ability, and I’m different. You can sleep, and when you wake up, I’ll come back with Edmond’s head.” The black-haired knight smiled and stepped out of the room. Afterwards, he closed the bedroom door for her.

“…”

The Valkyrie stared at Yale dazedly until the door covered his back. She lowered her head silently, her charming rosy lips pressed into a wry smile:

“When something like this happens…how can you let me sleep?”

…

By any measure, Edmond is a tricky figure. Firmly controlling the Valhalla Palace, covering the sky with one hand for so many years, and still standing, must be a master of power. From the point of view of political strength alone, even if the black-haired knight is supported by the queen, he is still at a disadvantage in the face of a co-minister who has been in power for many years.

Therefore, it must be a thankless thing to try to kill him by political means.

When it comes to arranging troops, Yale is not wrong at all, but he is not a high-ranking player when he plays political power, and the black-haired knight himself knows this very well.

So he didn’t want to play any political game with the other party at all, he just rushed to the door and killed him.

Don’t use your own advantages, go to accompany politicians to play tricks, play house…

He’s not that stupid!

Pulling the queen’s tiger skin to kill a powerful official will not cause any political shock, but it will deter the wolves. By then, Hilda will gradually gain power much more smoothly.

…

Outside Valhalla Palace, Midgard Town.

The capital of Asgart, Midgart maintains the country’s unique minimalist style. The houses are all uniform with pointed roofs, sloping roofs, and stone and wood structures. The streets and alleys are rarely decorated with carved patterns, and there are no decorative patterns on the walls. Although there are not too many decorations, the neat street trees and the stepped flowerbeds separated by color blocks can also give people a pleasing feeling.

Yale lowered the brim of his hat and looked at the road, like an ordinary citizen, striding on the sidewalk against the cold wind.

On the main road, all kinds of carriages shuttle back and forth, like a colorful river flowing. Feathers of Pegasus fell from time to time in the sky, as if it were some kind of holy ceremony, and the Avenue of the Goddess was shining under the light of the clear sky.

He walked quickly across the street and followed the forest path into the inner city where high-ranking officials lived. From here, the style of the building has changed. The bluestone-like pavement reflects a faint halo. The continuous building looks elegant and pure, like a gallery magnified countless times.

“…”

The black-haired knight raised his head, slowed his pace, and stopped outside a heavy hallway.

This is Edmond’s residence, which is more like a palace than the House of Ministers. There are thick roses planted on the walls on both sides of the entrance hall. Due to the unsuitable climate, the roses here only have thorny branches. The black branches were neatly spread on the wall and climbed up along the wall, like a layer of armor.

“The range is too large, and it is not suitable for a frontal dash.”

After observing for a while, Yale took another step forward, walking steadily forward. After two or three steps, it suddenly disappeared into a phantom.

…

The House of Ministers, a certain room.

“It’s tight…”

Sophia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with a pale face, raising her hands, the gorgeous palace costume tightened her slender waist, making the Valkyrie almost unable to breathe.

“Miss Sophia is so beautiful. As long as you hook up, men will obediently kneel down and kiss your toes.”

Behind her, a lady in a red palace dress fanned a small silk and ivory fan, covering her mouth and giggling.

“Can you… loosen the belt…”

Sophia maintained her raised hand, like a ballerina’s dance, and stammered.