In the Name of Empress-Chapter 604 - 353: Three Wishes (Part 2)

Charlie once harbored the worst malice towards his young stepmother, assuming the usual trope that the young stepmother would inevitably replace the children left by her predecessor with her own, and then quickly eliminate those poor children after her husband's death to pave the way for her family's rise.

Such things have happened too many times in court intrigues.

After all, Franz was only in his fifties and still possessed the ability to impregnate women.

However, not long after moving into Mei Quan Palace, Lady Sisi summoned Charlie and his siblings and solemnly swore to the gods that she and Franz were in love and that she was willing to accept everything about Franz.

To gain the trust of Charlie and his siblings, she even swore not to bear offspring for Franz.

Charlie, having grown up in the royal family, did not believe in oaths, but the fact proved that the young stepmother did not break her word.

She gave up having children and treated Charlie and the others as her own.

Even though Charlie was more than ten years older than she was.

Today was the young stepmother's thirty-fourth birthday, and facing a stepmother who "cared" for him exceptionally, Charlie could hardly feel calm.

He didn't understand why his stepmother was trying to rejuvenate his father.

What did he lack compared to that damned old thing?

The candles were quickly placed and lit.

The room's magic lamp extinguished, leaving only the flickering candlelight.

Queen Sisi smiled and said, "I'm going to make a wish. You can silently keep your blessings in your heart."

She closed her eyes, and no one noticed the fleeting restlessness the moment she closed them.

Her mood was inexplicably apprehensive.

Just a while ago, a Dark Crow flew in through the window, bringing the latest news from the High tier Dark Night Councilor.

"Pathfinder, we have locked onto your mortal enemy; she is hiding beneath the Rasu Ice Cap. Her young subordinate was injured by the Daughter of Light, and they have started to quarrel..."

The message brought by the Dark Crow was somewhat cryptic, but Queen Sisi understood it.

Simply put, Christine injured Angelina, using it to force Sofia to show herself.

Sofia is doomed.

The seven High tier Shadow Councilors were the most powerful mobile force available at the time; they can complete assassination missions even individually.

Plus, with Christine trying to profit from the situation, she couldn't imagine how Sofia could survive.

Even if she were cold-blooded enough to abandon Angelina, she would be besieged by the High tier Councilors.

Queen Sisi understood Sofia very well; she didn't believe Sofia could take the humiliation.

Sofia would definitely come out to take Angelina while confronting Christine and the others.

This would further deplete her already scarce strength.

Sofia is doomed.

Doomed to extreme arrogance and blind confidence incompatible with her strength.

The assured Lady Sisi was already considering the aftermath.

Isn't it the case?

The Vladimir Empire will plunge into great chaos with the loss of Sofia.

First is the issue of succession to the throne.

Sofia has no offspring and no legitimate heir.

After her death, who will inherit the throne becomes a major issue.

If mishandled, it might even lead to a prolonged civil war.

In the long history of the Rodinia continent, royal succession has always been the best excuse for war.

As the great bear falls, the opportunity for the Tirol Kingdom to become an empire grows.

Queen Sisi was troubled over whom to crown.

Initially, she favored the relatively young Charlie, but over the years, she became increasingly disappointed in Charlie's outrageous behavior.

Charlie had many women.

Being lecherous isn't seen as a bad thing for royalty; having many offspring is even good.

She thought so until Charlie sneaked into her bed at night.

Until Charlie crawled into her bed, trembling as he sought her.

Queen Sisi somewhat reluctantly accepted Charlie's attentions and promises, firmly making the most common correct choice for the wife of an aging king.

The candlelight went out, and the night-vision powerful Queen Sisi looked at this father and son, feeling somewhat disappointed.

If she could choose, she would want neither of them.

Among the rising young talents on the continent, she favored Roland the most, but unfortunately, Roland was marrying the last Empress of the Wind Elves, giving her no chance at all.

Roland was not only powerful but also flexible in principles; even when dealing with demons, he would find ways to negotiate rather than outright reject them.

He was a potential trading partner.

Although she was outright rejected by Roland, Queen Sisi was not discouraged at all.

She couldn't seduce Roland, but there are others who can.

Send over younger girls from the clan.

The kind that appears cool and pure on the outside but is especially wild under the clothes, able to perfectly exploit racial advantages.

Unlike her, who adhered to the traditional virtues of the original Enchanting Demon, this kind of pure Enchanting Demon is the ultimate existence no human male can resist.

Queen Sisi's lips curved slightly upward.

She seemed to see the young girls of her clan defeating the Wind Elf Empress, who, though beautiful, was not seductive enough.

She had no doubt.

Seducing people, the Enchanting Demon clan is the most professional.

In short, as the Pathfinder, her existence is to mark the coordinates leading to Theia Plane for all the Shadow Race.

She is a guiding beacon in the night, burning herself out to illuminate the path for those who follow.

Queen Sisi closed her eyes and silently prayed.

Sofia is already dead, no need to include her in her wish.

Then she wished anew, hoping Roland would fall into darkness.

If only it were Roland accompanying her on her birthday instead of these two incompetent father and son.

Queen Sisi opened her eyes.

The darkness remained as before.

In the hall, the music reached its climax, and the soprano singer, accompanied by the musicians, sang hymns.

Praise the night.

The night allows the weary to close their eyes and enjoy peace.