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People whispered among themselves.

"She...she's not Crydella! She's just my puppet!"

Those closest to the platform, hearing Rivalna's heart-wrenching screams, looked at each other in bewilderment and disbelief.

"What is the Regent muttering?"

"He must have gone mad; these are the delusions he uttered before his death."

“This is blasphemy! This is blasphemy against the blessing of Tarantun! Her Highness’s blue hair and golden blood are proof of divine favor.”

"But he said he bought it..."

"You believe such lies? If you do, you will forever be trapped in the abyss of ignorance."

"I believe that the Regent has found his place in this lifetime."

Kerudela paid no attention to the whispers and discussions of the people.

She stood on the high platform, a dagger slicing her wrist.

A stream of blood, as brilliant as molten gold, dripped down amidst the scornful roars of the people towards Rival, drowning out the Regent's despair.

"The Regent is licentious and tyrannical, causing chaos throughout the land, and embezzling state funds. In the name of the law, I hereby pronounce your judgment—"

The northerly wind suddenly rose, blowing her long, blue hair wildly, like leaping ice flames.

"Fire at the stake!"

"Caesar is wise!"

The crowd erupted in cheers; the people of Hyperion had long suffered under the regent.

As the flames ignited, Rival let out a series of mournful howls, pleas for mercy, and confessions amidst the flames.

But it wasn't a genuine repentance; he simply knew he was going to die.

"teacher."

Without even glancing at the traitor in the firelight, Kerudela looked at the sky.

She felt that only two people in the world were qualified to crown her, and Qiong was undoubtedly the most suitable and the best candidate.

As for the other one, it's herself, of course.

"Leave it to me."

Ignoring Rival's glare that seemed to want to tear him to pieces, Qiong removed the imperial crown from his head.

In the firelight, the crown was solemnly placed on the girl's head.

"This is your spoils of war, and also your reward for passing the exam."

Qiong smiled, facing the boisterous crowd, raising her arms high, her voice as loud and infectious as a divine pronouncement.

"Celebrate!"

"She is Caesar who made Hyperion great again, surpassing all previous kings, and who loved his country and his people!"

"At this moment, a new chapter begins in the history of Onphalus!"

Cerudela walked up to a higher platform, standing in the same spot where Rival had first pushed her to the front of the stage to give her speech.

However, royal speeches, which used to require rote memorization and arduous rehearsals, have now become the easiest thing to do, as natural as breathing.

The girl who once could only shy away from the intense gazes can now confidently meet the eyes of thousands and guide them with her wisdom and will.

"From this day forward, I will bring justice to Highball!"

Keludela proclaimed the new decree.

"Long live Caesar!"

"The embodiment of wisdom! Caesar!"

The deafening cheers, like a surging tide, shook the ancient capital.

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 859 How many masters did the Titan have?

With the three-day coronation ceremony now concluded, a private celebration is underway in the Golden Courtyard.

Garlands woven from olive and laurel branches hung between the columns, and flames infused with spices burned in bronze braziers, bathing the entire courtyard in a warm glow.

"Oh~ Celebrating our little Dela's coronation as queen~!"

Tian raised the jewel-encrusted gold cup high, her voice leaping with joy.

"Shh~"

Tibo put a finger to her lips, pretending to be serious as she corrected him.

"Now you should address me as Caesar, Tian."

Clearly red cut into black.

"Congratulations on His Majesty Caesar's triumphant return!"

Ti Xiao's red high ponytail swayed.

"Be crowned king!"

Tinning spoke softly and quietly.

In the spacious courtyard recreation area, which is as large as a small square, long tables are covered with linen and piled high with mouthwatering delicacies.

A whole suckling pig roasted to a golden brown and crispy perfection, sizzling with oil, along with figs and grapes, and grilled fish seasoned with saffron and a secret blend of spices.

And the secret brew that is indispensable at the Onpharos banquet.

"Let 'we' pay homage to Caesar!"

Tissom raised her glass with grace.

"A tribute to the new dawn of Perl."

Tiju placed a laurel wreath on the blue-haired girl's head.

The Tirispians surrounded Caesar.

"Thank you."

Krydella wore a polite smile, though the curve of it was slightly stiff.

He successfully won the chess game against Rival, passed the teacher's test, and even managed to raid Rival's house.

A huge amount of gold coins were generated.

The harvest was so abundant that it was equivalent to Emperor Qianlong confiscating the property of two Heshens.

When two wonderful things come together, it's a dreamlike, wonderful moment.

In this private courtyard, free from courtiers, she should have been able to reveal her most genuine and radiant smile without any pretense.

But when faced with the red-haired beauties around her who were looking at her with the kind and gentle eyes of a foster mother, the joy in Crydella's heart was overshadowed by an indescribable sense of depression.

With her insight and intelligence, she was able to discover that the relationship between the saintesses and their teachers seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change.

That was an extremely minor change.

Because the two were already very close.

Just like the difference between 99.9 and 100 without a numerical designation.

If Kerudela hadn't always viewed the Saintess as one of the stumbling blocks on her path to bringing her teacher into her harem and making her empress, and hadn't paid close attention to her, she wouldn't have even noticed.

As intelligent as Caesar was, he could probably guess what had happened.

What else could possibly elevate the already unusual intimacy between the saintesses and their teacher to an even higher level, besides close physical contact?

A young girl who grew up in the treacherous court and was well aware of the various sordid affairs of the nobility was very clear about such matters.

But because the reason was clear enough, Kerudela gritted her teeth in secret.

because……

"Little Caesar, how has the AK47 performed on the battlefield? Have you encountered any difficult problems? Is it easy for soldiers to use? What areas do you think need improvement?"

Titi is conducting user research on alchemical weapons.

This topic made it impossible for Crydela to mix in her personal feelings.

The title "Little Caesar" made her eye twitch.

Don't worry about it, don't worry about it.

The victors never care about the weight of the title, only whether it can crush the enemy's spine.

"This is indeed a fine move. Within 150 moves, it can break through armor, disrupt formations, and cause an army of a thousand to crumble like grass."

"When my warriors first held this weapon, they were still hesitant. After three days, they were able to wipe out a centurion's army with a squad of ten men. Its sound was like thunder, its speed was faster than a crossbow, and its stability was better than a spear."

"The problem is... During my march, I encountered a snowstorm and extremely cold weather, and one of my AKs misfired."

Krydella explained in detail the problems she encountered during use.

"Can extremely low temperatures cause a misfire?"

Titi frowned, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"This shouldn't be happening, the alchemical core's cold resistance test..."

"Perhaps it has nothing to do with temperature itself."

Sitting next to her, expert Velvey, who was enjoying a small fruitcake, put down her silver fork.

"It is more likely a subtle delay in energy conduction in the core alchemical circuit under extreme conditions, and the coupling stability between the resonant frequency and the rune circuit needs to be checked."

"Sigh, how come you can cheat here too?"

Looking at the crowd discussing alchemical weapons, March 7th sighed with emotion, his cheeks puffed out as he chewed.

Although Onpharos has Titans, it is still a medieval civilization overall. Qiong, Titi, and the time traveler Velvi directly created modern weapons.

It's a pure case of being outmatched.

The alchemical version of the AK47 is a level above the purely mechanical version on Earth in terms of overall quality.

"Why not use cheats if you have them?"

Qiong scooped up a small piece of cake with a silver spoon and fed it to the purple Rubik's Cube bouncing in front of her.

"Rules are meant to be broken!"

Her confident words earned her a glare from March 7th.

"Is the game fair?"

As members of the Star Train team, the other is Star, who is the perennial bottom-ranked duo in the e-sports field.

She often gets defeated by Xing through various underhanded means or cheat codes when vying for the second-to-last spot, which she deeply resents.

"Next time you face off against Xingbao, I'll give you a cheat code."

Qiong smiled and accepted the other plate of cake drizzled with berry jam that Xia Die silently handed her.

"It's a deal!"

On March 7th, his expression suddenly changed, and he beamed with joy.

This is probably the influence of a husband and wife following each other's lead, or perhaps it's a case of being influenced by one's surroundings.

Even someone as innocent and carefree as March 7th, after being around Qiong for six or seven years, inevitably learned some flexible and adaptable survival wisdom.

“Excellent! From now on, Caesar has broken free of the puppet's strings and embraced freedom.”

Xia Die gave a plate of cake to Qiong, asking Qiong to pass it on to March 7th.

If Xia Die gives the cake to March 7th herself, it will trigger the Forgetfulness passive, making Xia Die forget that she gave March 7th the cake.

"teacher."

Kerudela, holding a wine cup, strolled to Qiong, trying her best to display the majesty and generosity befitting an emperor.

He looked like someone who had just received their first paycheck and was eager to buy gifts for their family.