On a clear afternoon, the Valstad Empire, the royal mausoleum of the Midknight family.

It's a beautiful place where a trickle feeds the surrounding land, vines cling to stone and brick walls, and the woods are filled with the chirping of thousands of birds.

A whole battalion of Guards soldiers stood guard in the distance, and only the emperor's cronies could come to the cemetery.

Baron Wicktingstranghold, the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, wore his trademark full-body silver-plated armor and a winged helmet under his arm, his head bowed respectfully.

The warm sunlight shone on his majestic 2.15-meter-tall body, casting long shadows on the land, and everyone else stood out as one compared to the giant-like knight.

In the center of the crowd, a tall, muscular lady was half-kneeling in front of a huge stone tombstone.

She was dressed in a goose-down robe of red and black, long leather boots, a long flannel glove on her right hand, and a sharp, sturdy iron hook on her missing left hand.

The left half of the ruined face was shrouded in a cold iron armor with intricately carved eye reliefs.

The empress's majestic image makes people can't help but be in awe, and even the years seem to be afraid of her, although the five children she gave birth to have grown up, her orthodox materials are not deformed at all, and she still looks very young.

The exposed right half of the face was quite beautiful, with fair and delicate skin, a deep, silver-gray beautiful eye looking at the mound, and a thin red lip under the flawless high bridge of the nose.

This person is none other than the current overlord of the continent of Olasis, the Emperor of the Valstad Empire, Salantos Midnet.

Ten years ago, in the epic Battle of the Banshee Fjord, she single-handedly fought against the best soldiers from across the continent.

She paid a terrible price for the victory, the Royal Navy lost more than 20,000 men in that one, and she herself lost her left arm and left eye, half of her face was ruined, and she narrowly picked up a life.

But it all seemed to be worth it, as the scandal of Pope Palladia II's murder was exposed, and the new Pope of Flannia was no longer hostile to the Valstads, but grateful.

As a result, the anti-Valstad coalition collapsed, and the Sylvinian Empire and the Knights of Crusided withdrew from the coalition and signed an armistice with the Valstads.

Now that the situation has become clear to the local community, the Valstad Empire is the only one and has become the new overlord of the continent of Olacis, and as long as the Empress Sarantos says a word, all the big countries around her will submit in fear.

Now, ten years later, the dust has settled, and the Valstad Empire has been enriched by huge war reparations and ceded land, and the empire's economy is booming, and the employment rate is at an unprecedented level.

Even the beggars on the street occasionally ate meat, not to mention the heads of the chambers of commerce in the south, who all made war money, made a lot of money, and were so fat that they could hardly walk.

The immense wealth of the empire brought an unprecedented abundance of material supplies to all Valstas, and people turned to spiritual satisfaction, and the bustling shopping streets were filled with a wide variety of goods, and books and works of art became food for everyone's spirit.

The major cities are a thriving scene of singing and dancing, with fashionably dressed gentlemen and ladies dancing in the estates.

In front of her husband's grave, the empress confided all this to her deceased husband.

She touched the rough surface of the tombstone with the iron hook on her left arm, making a piercing sound, and the only remaining right eye was no longer full of tears, but full of happiness

"My Victor, good boy, come and pay your respects to your adoptive father." The Empress addressed the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre behind her, motioning for him to kneel.

The tall and stout Victor half-knelt down and placed a bouquet of white roses on the stone platform in front of the tombstone.

"Adoptive father, I have come to see you, and may you find peace in this peaceful and beautiful place."

The empress was very satisfied with her adopted son's attitude, she nodded slightly, and said: "My dear Victor, time flies so fast, ten years have passed since that battle, you have grown so old, and it is a pity that your adoptive father is not blessed!" He didn't see all this happiness! ”

Victor looked up and said, "I'm also quite sorry for this!" O god of fate! You're moody!

My adoptive father, Lord Duke Langford...... He survived the hellish sea battle, survived the spring plague that followed, and insisted on fighting the domestic law and order war, and in the end, he was defeated by a trivial cold! This is unacceptable! ”

"Hey!" The Empress sighed faintly: "I really hope he can see you grow up slowly, he loves children very much, it's a pity!" Then she looked at it and said, "It's a good day, let's go, Victor, you can spend the afternoon at your disposal." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The mighty procession began to move, cuirassiers on tall horses cleared the way, followed by tall Guards grenadiers, and the emperor's carriage was tightly guarded in the center of the procession.

As the procession passed a stream, Victor closed the curtains of the luxurious carriage, which was shrouded in darkness

"Why are you pulling the curtains? Victor, do you have something to say to me? The Empress was keenly aware of her adopted son's expression. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, I beg you again, will you marry Her Majesty Princess Rosemary to me? The two of us are childhood sweethearts, good friends who grew up together, we are in love with each other, she loves me, I love her, if we get married, we will definitely get happiness! ”

"Hey, I guess that's the problem......" The empress's face sank, and she said with a little embarrassment: "I, Victor, you should know that the princes and princesses are a bunch of worrisome guys!" I hope you understand my difficulties. ”

"I can see it, Your Majesty, you have always had a headache lately, and it is not easy to be a mother!"

"Who isn't?" The Empress tapped the lattice lightly, and the iron hook in her left hand inadvertently cut through the leather on the seat.

"The only thing that relieves me is Meyer!

This son has inherited his father's business acumen and has taken over the affairs of free trade, but unfortunately his surname is Onassis! And not a member of our Midknight family!

What a blessing my husband Langford is to have the most reliable prince inherit his chamber of commerce, and if his soul could see how capable Meyer is, he would laugh in the grave! ”