In the evening, Mordrake was drunk in bed.

Maybe tomorrow we will be on trial.

As a former leader who has lost power, only death awaits him.

This is like the wolf king of the wolf pack, once he loses the position of leader, he will only be expelled by the wolves.

Mordrac drank a lot of alcohol and was going to anesthetize himself, and in his opinion, there would be no more opportunities in life.

Now that the Brooke family is in control, as long as the Tyor River Fort is blocked and the Alashan Pass is held, then Liguria will be completely reduced to the Brooke family's sphere of influence.

Correja may become the first queen in the history of Liguria.

Mordrak's only regret is that the nobles and generals who once followed him may also be unlucky with him.

Claire is a ruthless woman, she may not be a good wife, but she is definitely a mature politician.

She was never soft on her enemies, and in these days she executed thousands of hostile parties, and even those who remained neutral were treated with suspicion, and those nobles who had had intimate relations with Mordrac were punished, and most of them were purged.

Claya knows that the way she gets her rights is not bright and legal, and the more people like this, the more worried she is that others will question her, and the best way to solve it is to solve all the people who may question her in advance.

The same applies to coups d'état.

Correja killed too many people, most of them innocents, causing Liguria to enter the Dark Ages, and everyone was so terrified that no one dared to speak out and talk nonsense.

The whole of Liguria became a silent place of death, and even people who knew each other in the street market during the day did not dare to talk without permission, and often after a few glances, they went their separate ways.

Along the way, Mordrak was deeply touched by the great changes in Liguria.

All of this was caused by himself, and only when he was executed, and the fear in Cleray's heart was eliminated forever, this white terror would finally stop.

Mordrak tilted her head and looked at the moon in the sky, only a third of it was broken, like her own broken soul, about to perish.

He smiled wryly and closed his eyes, thinking of Ai unnaturally in his mind.

He misses her so much, but tries hard to forget, it's like having a dream, but he can't make it real.

"Aiyi... I'm sorry, please forgive me. Mordrak confessed sadly in her heart, feeling like she owed the world an ocean.

It was late at night, and it was as silent as a cemetery outside.

Modrak looked out the window at the lifeless city of Karthas, and it was hard to imagine that half a year ago it was a prosperous place, but in just half a year, it has become a dead city.

Mordrak slowly closed his eyes, feeling like a sinner, all of this was caused by his own negligence, and it was he who caused the people of Karthas to suffer.

There is no forgiveness for your sins, and only death can truly liberate you.

The moment he closed his eyes, two lines of hot tears slid down his face, not cowardly death, but ashamed of everything he had failed to do.

"Squeak! ~" There was a sound, and the door outside opened.

"Stand down, all of you." The voice of a very familiar woman, followed by the sound of crisp footsteps coming into the room, it was the sound of high heels hitting the crystal floor.

Mordrak opened her eyes, only to see that Correya had arrived.

She was alone, wearing a white mink coat, and her two snow-white thighs alternated elegantly, peeking out from time to time through the gap under the coat, adding a bit of apricot.

"Your Royal Highness, how is it? Is the wine in Karthus still good? Correya came to Mordrake's bedside and sat down.

Two snow-white thighs were coiled, and Erlang's legs were cocked.

Mordrake was a little confused by the strong smell of rouge emanating from Crayya's body, coupled with the haze of the moonlight, Crayya's handsome face made people's hearts a little distracted.

"What are you going to do?" Mordrac looked at Correja, filled with hatred for her.

"Don't you have any thoughts about me?" Clauer elegantly took a sip of red wine, a crystal goblet, and slowly placed it on the table.

She stood up and unbuttoned her mink coat, which was uncovered with nothing, revealing her snow-white body unreservedly in front of Mordrac.

Mordrak's gaze froze slightly, and then closed his eyes in disgust.

"Shameless! ~" Modrek scolded bitterly.

"Huh, shameless? Okay, then I'll be shameless to show you. Claya said, and with a gentle push of both hands, the mink coat on her body slid down her smooth body and fell to the ground.

She sneered, and went straight to the bed and pounced on Mordrak.

Modrak's eyes widened in surprise when he felt the softness of Crayya's body, he thought she was just teasing herself, maybe seeing that she was a dying person, she deliberately came to play tricks on herself, just like a cat that catches a mouse, and will not eat it immediately, but patiently play with it, and finally swallow it in one bite.

To some extent, women are indeed somewhat similar to the cat's personality, both are mysterious and full of curiosity.

However, Crayya's actions at this moment seem to overturn Mordrake's conjecture, and she does not seem to be teasing, but there is a possibility that she is actually doing a fake show.

"Are you crazy, Crayya? Are you really going to do it? Mordrak glared at Kreja and asked incredulously.

"What's wrong? My dear prince? Are you scared? Correya sneered, her snow-white legs spread gracefully, and she sat on top of Mordrac.

Although the two had not yet made substantial contact, this scene had disrupted Mordrake's thoughts.

He couldn't understand Crayya's actions, let alone what they would bring her.

Why would a noble woman who was about to become Queen of Liguria behave like this to her own prisoner on such a night?

Does she still have feelings for herself?

As soon as the thought flashed, Mordrake quickly denied this speculation, impossible, how could a woman with a heart like a femme fatale have true feelings?

Even family affection can be used as a bargaining chip for power trading, what is affection?

Modrake really couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't guess, so he had to stare blankly at this mysterious woman, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in her gourd?

"You seem nervous, huh? How? Are you afraid of me? Correya sneered, and the fox's smile made Modrak's heart beat wildly.

(End of chapter)