After listening to Diana's report, Rosetta's originally solemn and gloomy expression seemed to have become even gloomier than before. But he did not say anything. He just replied indifferently, "Got it. Thank you for your hard work. You may leave now."
Diana nodded and gracefully took half a step back. Her figure gradually disappeared in a light field.
"Father." Mathilda could not help but look at her father. "Is the information that Diana mentioned … reliable?"
"Diana would not make a mistake in this kind of thing. Unless the Church of the God of War has woven a huge net that is enough to cover all the eyes and ears of the royal family to deceive the wanderers." Rosetta said indifferently.
"… So the Church of the God of War is really in big trouble, and Malcolm Dumont is deliberately hiding it from us …" Mathilda said with a somewhat complicated tone. She could hear the sadness in her mood. "The entire Cathedral is hiding it from us …"
"Before being your elder and my friend, Malcolm was first and foremost the pope of the God of War. So before being loyal to the royal family and his friends, he is loyal to his god first." Rosetta just said calmly as if he had already expected all of this. "Any devout believer will be like this … When theocracy and royal power exist at the same time and there are divergent interests, this is inevitable."
Mathilda sensed that there seemed to be a deeper meaning in her father's words. But before she could ask, she heard her father suddenly ask something else. "You haven't shown up at the council yet, right?"
"Not yet." Mathilda's mind flashed with the rest of the day's schedule. She also remembered that there were a few bills that she needed to listen to at the council. She nodded and replied, "I'm about to go."
"Go earlier. Being reserved is the dignity of the royal family, but being late is not."
Mathilda looked at her father and said nothing. She just bowed and retreated. "… Yes, father."
The garden quieted down once again. Mathilda's aura had faded away, leaving only Rosetta Augustus standing quietly under the pine tree. The ruler of Typhon lowered his head and looked at the flowerbed in front of him. The flowerbed was not growing well. Even though the precious flowers and trees were doing their best to bloom, there were still obvious signs of poor growth on the plants.
"Diana," Rosetta suddenly said to the air beside him, "What do you think of Mathilda?"
In the slight fluctuation of magic power, the figure of the black-haired maid, Diana, quietly emerged. She did not go far away. It was just that some kind of superb ability to control her aura made her seem as if she had left the garden, even hiding from the sharp eyes of Mathilda.
The head maid lowered her head slightly and said respectfully, "I shouldn't comment on your son, Your Majesty."
"Since when did you learn to be so hypocritical?" Rosetta raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a half-smile, "This is not a public occasion, and you've watched Mathilda grow up."
The black-haired maid was silent for less than two seconds before she replied, "… As a human, Mathilda is talented, intelligent, and has a keen eye beyond her age. She can accept new things very well in recent years. At the same time, she has a great influence among the middle and lower nobles and the emerging dignitaries. But she does not control the conservatives well. In this respect, she is obviously not as skilled as you."
"The common problem of young people — she is not good at hiding her inclination," Rosetta nodded. "I'm also responsible. I was too concerned about the governance of the country and the construction of my own order system, so I failed to train Mathilda and Hadillon well enough. If it weren't for the diligence of the two children, their precious talents would have been wasted."
"'Training' can't make human beings fully mature. The field of experience needs to be summed up and understood by individuals," Diana said bluntly. "You didn't receive enough training before you became the emperor, but it turns out that you are far better than the carefully 'created' heirs."
Rosetta was silent for a moment. He smiled and shook his head. "There are some things that only you dare to say directly."
"This is the answer that is most in line with the truth and the best in the interest of the country," Diana replied in a soft but emotionless tone. "So I don't understand the choice of Prince Malik and the two Dukes of Fabro and Coleman Rodney."
"Because human beings are not machines. We are always full of variables. It is an extravagant hope for human beings to always be rational," Rosetta said, shaking his head gently. Then he suddenly looked at the black-haired maid beside him. His expression became quite solemn. "You will still be loyal to the next king of Typhon, right?"
"As long as I can continue to provide services," Diana said meticulously. "This is the contract made since the ancestors of the Augustus Family took me in and provided the necessary maintenance."
"I believe in this contract. In this respect, you are far more reliable than human beings," Rosetta said with a smile. Then he waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about the recent gossip in the city. Is there anything worth paying attention to?"
"There is nothing worth paying attention to among the people. But since two days ago, there has been some abnormal news from the Association of Mages," the black-haired maid said. "The mages said that something wrong happened when they were praying to the Goddess of Magic. Their prayers have lost their response. It seems that the last trace of the Goddess of Magic's attention to the mortal world has disappeared."
"The Goddess of Magic?" Rosetta could not help but frown. "Why is the Goddess of Magic also in trouble?"
Then he glanced at Diana. "What is Madam Windsor Mappel doing?"
"She is collecting the feedback of the mages and organizing people to conduct tests. Because the mages have not formed a religious group, it is difficult to determine who should investigate the abnormal situation of the Goddess of Magic, so she will eventually come to you to report the situation."
Rosetta's expression was gloomy and serious. When Diana's voice fell, he was already lost in thought. At this moment, another new breath stepped into the Royal Garden.
Diana looked in the direction of the biological reaction. A moment later, a senior squire in a dark blue short-sleeved shirt appeared at the end of the cobblestone path.
"Your Majesty." The senior squire bowed to Rosetta Augustus and said, "This is a 'special message' from the Cecil Empire with the royal seal."
"A special message?" Rosetta suddenly showed a serious expression. "Give me the letter."
A special message was a new thing based on modern communication technology after Mathilda completed her diplomatic mission to the Cecil Empire and established a further diplomatic relationship between the two countries. Unlike the "letters of credence" that required a long transmission and complicated diplomatic procedures to be transmitted between the rulers of the two countries (sometimes this "delivery" could even take months), a special message relied on the magic network of the Cecil Empire and the communication tower network of the Typhon Empire to quickly transmit a "letter."
When such a 'letter' was sent out from the source, it would be automatically forwarded through layers of nodes of the magic network or nodes of the communication tower. With minimal manual intervention, it would reach the destination quickly. Taking into account the necessary manual forwarding time and the time for copying and delivery at the end, the entire process would take less than an hour. Compared to the communication efficiency in the old days, it was almost a conceptual improvement.
Rosetta took the letter from the squire. It was a "copy" printed from the communication tower of the Obsidian Palace less than half an hour ago. The paper still had the smell of ink. The top of the letter was the coat of arms of the Typhon Empire and the bottom of the letter was the emblem of the Cecil Empire.
The ruler of the Typhon Empire remembered the discussion he had with Windsor and Daniel about the new communication technology. From a technical point of view, the communication efficiency between Typhon and Cecil Empire could be further improved. As long as those useless manual links were removed and the communication tower technology was completely upgraded, the rulers of the two countries might even be able to communicate directly without delay. This sounded like a miracle, but it was feasible in terms of magic technology, and the only thing stopping it was … the conservative nobles and traditional mages who still controlled most of the dividends of the communication tower.
The main topic of discussion in the parliament today was about the upgrade of communication technology. Like yesterday's meeting, today's dispute would probably not come to a conclusion.
Gentle discussion and voting could not solve the problem of the distribution of benefits between the old and the new factions. There were usually only two ways to shut the old factions up. Either wait for them to die, or use the wheels of the new thing to directly crush them in the face and do so without stopping.
Hopefully, the young Matilda would be able to realize this after facing the mess that was the Parliament.
Rosetta shook his head and temporarily put the irrelevant matters at the back of his mind. His eyes fell on the words of the letter. After reading two lines, he frowned subconsciously.
The letter was sent in the name of Gwen Cecil, and the content was straight to the point.
"To my neighbors and friends, recently I have learned of some very disturbing news. It may even affect Typhon, which is thousands of miles away. My mages have reported that the divine position of the Goddess of Magic seems to have disappeared …"
Rosetta slowly took a deep breath. He glanced at the attendant who was on standby beside him. The latter immediately understood his intention and quietly bowed and left the garden. Rosetta then retracted his gaze and continued to look at the scene below.
"… This may be a sign before a large-scale incident. As neighbors whose countries are closely connected, I think it is necessary for us to share information on such matters. This is not only for the friendly relationship between the two countries, but also for the common future of mankind …
"… Cecil's mages have conducted a series of experiments and used technical means to conduct 'investigations.' My consultant now has a terrible guess. They think that the Goddess of Magic may have fallen for some unknown reason. This sounds ridiculous, but we all know that similar things happened three thousand years ago. When White Star fell, the druids lost their 'god' …" "…" Lucien continued. "…" Lucien continued. "…"
"… The mages will continue to investigate. I also hope that Typhon can take this matter seriously, because the faith of the gods is not limited to one country or one place. It spans across the heads of all mortals and affects the order of the entire mortal world …"
Rosetta's gaze continued to move down, and the following content made his eyes turn cold.
"… In addition, at the same time as the abnormal situation with the Goddess of Magic, the priests and priests of the God of War also reported abnormal phenomena. In a sense, I think what they reported is more disturbing than the disappearance of the Goddess of Magic …
"… Many priests serving the God of War showed symptoms of mental intrusion. They were repeatedly harassed by violent illusions and voices, and the more they prayed to the God of War for protection, the more serious the mental intrusion became, as if the intrusion came from the God of War …
"… These are originally internal affairs of the Church, but the consecutive anomalies of the Goddess of Magic and the God of War have inevitably attracted my attention …
"We all know that during the 'Ansu Civil War' period, the crazy dark cultists once created an out-of-control god. I don't want to say blasphemous words, but this incident proves that the 'power of the gods' is not only beautiful as mortals think. It can also become terrible and violent. And now, I'm worried that some forces are brewing something similar … The 'divine calamity' of the past on the Holy Plains may happen again, and what is more dangerous than the evil gods created by the dark Druil is that the Goddess of Magic and the God of War, especially the latter, have great faith influence in this era …
"My friend, when you read this letter, I'm also preparing to send a warning to the surrounding countries, but I think that Typhon should be the one that should be the most vigilant of all the countries, and the reason is self-evident …
"… If you agree, I'm willing to share some of the experience and effective protective technology that Cecil's people used to fight against the 'divine calamity' on the Holy Plains to Typhon. Of course, no one wants the divine calamity to happen again. Everything is just to prepare for the worst …
"… Your neighbor, Gwen Cecil."
Rosetta's eyes swept over the final signature, and after a few seconds of silence, he took a deep breath.
Diana stood quietly by the side, not showing any curiosity about the contents of the letter.
"… What a timely reminder," Rosetta said as if he was talking to himself, "'divine calamity' … What an apt term."
Diana's voice came from the side, "Your Majesty, should we summon Grand Duke Ferdinand for a discussion?"
Rosetta nodded, "Yes, ask Grand Duke Ferdinand to come here immediately. I'll meet him in the study."
As he spoke, he turned to leave the garden, but just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the orchid pine next to the flowerbed.
This tree had been sick for years, and the incurable disease had even begun to affect the growth of other plants around it.
"Also, tell the gardener to cut down this tree."
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