Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Charles VII is coming to Country A.
Qiao Qiao did not know that during the time they were on the road, there was a big scuffle in the dark. On the street they passed by, there was a car accident not long after.
The pedestrians gathered around and some even took out their phones to take pictures.
Not far from the scene of the car accident, He Shaochen's right-hand man, Qin Dong, sat in a car and looked at the car accident in front. He ordered his men, "Clean up the scene and find the fish that escaped the net."
"Yes."
And in a single room in a building.
"Tsk, the operation has been seen through. Team A has been completely wiped out." The young man with chestnut hair held his head with both hands and leaned on the chair, stating the facts regretfully.
His attitude was too casual, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all, as if he was talking about the weather today.
"I didn't expect He Shaochen's men to follow closely behind. However, it seems that there is a third party involved. Our people were attacked from both sides, which led to the failure of this operation."
The young man with chestnut hair's companion analyzed the reason. "Snow, send someone to investigate."
"Why do I have to go for such a troublesome thing?"
"Because you are the most leisurely one."
"…"
— —
Far away in a foreign country, J Nation.
Ravel sat by Charles VII's bed and held his biological grandfather's hand. The young man who had always been bright and cheerful also had a touch of compassion at this moment.
In the past, Qiao Qiao and He Shaochen had visited the old man. Now, he had aged even more.
In fact, there was even a faint aura of death.
Ravel chatted a lot with Charles VII. They also talked about many things that happened when Ravel was young, as well as Ravel's uncle, Prince Rovino.
"Ravel, treat your family well."
This was the last sentence that Charles VII said to Ravel.
Ravel looked at his grandfather and saw a trace of compassion in his eyes. This old man had lost too much in this life.
He held Charles VII's hand and responded seriously, "Grandfather, I promise you that I will not let the tragedy from more than 20 years ago happen again."
When Ravel walked out of Charles VII's ward, Isabelle, who had been waiting outside, asked, "Ravel, what did His Majesty say about the edict …"
"Isabelle, don't talk about this outside His Majesty's ward," Ravel, who had always been casual, said to Isabelle sternly, which was rare.
There was a hint of astonishment in Isabelle's charming eyes. In the end, she withdrew her gaze, shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Yes, Your Highness Ravel. I have overstepped my boundaries."
They walked out one after another. Isabelle looked at the tall young man's back, and a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.
According to the legal order of succession, as a prince, Rovino had the first right to inherit, and his child should have the second right to inherit. After that, it was Ravel's father and Ravel.
Logically speaking, with so many heirs waiting in front of him, it was impossible for the throne to be Ravel's. Unfortunately, because of the tragedy more than 20 years ago, Rovino's family had all died, and Ravel's father, Desmond, had been permanently stripped of his right to inherit because he was suspected of murdering his brother. In the end, he was depressed and died not long after.
Therefore, as long as Charles VII passed away, the throne would naturally fall to Ravel, who had the fourth right to inherit. However, it still required a formal edict.
This was also what Isabelle was worried about. According to Charles VII's current situation, he should have drafted an edict long ago, but until now, there was no reaction at all.
Without an edict, Ravel's throne could not be 100% guaranteed. This matter was very likely to be taken advantage of by the radicals.
It would be strange if Isabelle was not anxious.
However, what Isabelle was most anxious about now was Ravel's attitude. The situation was so urgent now, so why was he still so calm?
Did he not care about his throne at all?
"Ravel …"
Isabelle clenched her hands tightly and could not help but say to the man in front of her, "Yale found that the radicals have been very active recently. They might have already found Prince Rovino's child. We …"
Before Isabelle could finish her words, Ravel interrupted her.
"Today, His Majesty the Emperor said something to me."
"Hmm?"
Isabelle looked at the sloppy man in front of her in confusion and suddenly felt that this person had become mature all of a sudden.
Ravel turned around, his handsome face carrying a dazzling faint smile. "His Majesty the Emperor told me to treat my family well."
Isabelle's heart twitched violently. She looked at Ravel in a daze, feeling as if she had been seen through. She could not help but feel embarrassed and her gaze drifted. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"It can't be. You're my best executive. How can you not understand what I mean?"
Ravel walked in front of Isabelle and gently pushed her slender hair behind her head as usual. "Isabelle, if you find my cousin, please don't hurt her. Promise me."
As soon as he said this, Isabelle became a little emotional. She pursed her lips and said, "Ravel, you know that the existence of that prince will threaten your throne."
How could she watch as something that belonged to Ravel was taken away by others?
For Isabelle, who had been indoctrinated since she was young to put Ravel's interests as the most important thing, it was too difficult to accept.
Ravel shrugged indifferently. He pressed his finger against Isabelle's red lips and said, "If my cousin is still alive in this world, according to the order of succession, this should belong to her."
"Ravel!"
Although this was the truth, Isabelle still could not accept it.
"Isabelle, are you going to disobey me?" Ravel's tone was much heavier. Isabelle's body trembled. She bit her lips and finally lowered her head. She said with difficulty, "Our people have not found His Highness yet. So, your assumption is not valid."
"What if you find him?"
"… I will give up."
Isabelle said dejectedly. She silently added in her heart. As long as that person was never found, Ravel would not have any worries, right?
— —
Not long after Ravel left, Charles VII sat up from the hospital bed shakily. His face was no longer lifeless, and he looked no different from before.
His chamberlain went up to him, and awaited his orders.
"Ravel is a good child. He is smart and knows when to advance and when to retreat. He is much better than his stupid father." Charles VII recalled the conversation he had with Ravel today and muttered to himself.
"Yes, Your Majesty. His Highness Ravel has always been outstanding." His attendant, Wilman, agreed.
Charles VII glanced at Wilman and sneered. "Wilman, what else can you do other than agree with me?"
Wilman did not panic. He smiled and said, "Because Your Majesty is always right, I can only agree with you. I can't make any suggestions to refute."
"Ha, what a bootlicker."
Wilman smiled and did not say anything.
"Book me a commercial plane ticket. I want to visit A Country in the near future." Charles VII ordered.
When Wilman heard this, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. "But Your Majesty, your body needs to rest. Isn't it inappropriate to go to A Country now?"
"I know my body very well. You only need to carry out my orders. You don't have to ask about anything else." Charles VII's face darkened.
He did not have much time left. He knew this better than anyone else. So, he had to find a way to meet that woman before everything ended.
Wilman did not expect Charles VII's expression to change so suddenly. He was stunned and could only nod obediently.
"Yes, I will arrange it now."
After Wilman left, Charles VII took out a photo frame from the drawer. It was a yellowed family photo. There were a total of ten people in it. But now, only a few people were still alive in this world.
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