The departure of Dr. Fields brought a gloomy, ominous and lingering sense of depression to the entire birthday party.
"Did you see Dr. Fells' eyes? They were completely insane."
"This is the first time in my life that I've seen someone shed tears of blood. Do you think he's crazy or am I crazy?"
"Will Dr. Fels lose his head if he says that? Today is a birthday party, right?"
"No matter what, His Majesty Frederick won't kill anyone today, right
I just felt so sorry for him, should we really eat that fish?"
"Who knows? Your Majesty, please look here. Shut up now."
In the huge banquet hall, the only sounds left were the clash of knives and forks and chewing.
Frederick's face sank, gloom and dissatisfaction were clearly written on his face.
Seeing this atmosphere, Princess Victoria stood up for the sake of the overall situation.
She clasped her hands together and placed them on her lower abdomen. The transparent sapphire in her hand flashed inadvertently, and everyone's eyes were on her.
“Life is always full of disappointments, so please don’t mind the little incident just now.
Don't forget our purpose today is to celebrate!
Thank you very much for Miss Coreya’s gift and your Majesty’s generosity. Now let’s begin the gift-giving process.
Before that, please raise your glasses and congratulate our Majesty Frederick."
The princess cleverly changed the subject and eased the current awkwardness.
The old hands present would not bother with such details in such an occasion. They all came to their senses, stood up and saluted Frederick.
"I wish your majesty great success and a long life!"
Frederick frowned and drank the wine in the glass, then threw the glass behind him.
The sound of breaking glass froze the guests' reactions, and the question became whether to drink or not from the wine glasses they were holding high.
Frederick's behavior was completely disrespectful to Victoria, but Victoria, who had a very high emotional intelligence, immediately filled the glass in front of her. Although she knew that she could not drink much, she had to drink this glass of wine.
After drinking a glass of red wine, Victoria could already feel her neck turning red and her stomach feeling like it was on fire.
Then, she did something that no one would have thought of. She stood on the chair, opened her arms, and smashed the glass in her hand.
The glass hit the dining table, and the flying fragments pierced the fruit plate.
"Let's party! Music!"
Victoria tore off the bottom half of her dress and threw it aside.
Seeing this, the musicians nearby had no choice but to play cheerful music.
The palace maids and guards removed the tables and chairs in the venue, cleared the glass fragments on the ground, and left only a few benches against the wall.
Couples began to dance to the music, and people began to give gifts according to the order of their seats.
Bismarck looked at him coldly and shook his head slightly.
"Frederick is really not suitable, but Victoria is an extraordinary woman."
He spoke softly, but no one could hear his words over the music.
The near-freezing atmosphere was relieved as Victoria danced.
The guests also presented their sincere blessings and gifts one after another, but it seemed that the Minister of Finance, who was in charge of the kingdom's treasures, was going to have a headache.
Boxes of glittering treasures or rare treasures were brought to Frederick, but he would often just take a look and continue drinking his wine.
The guests who presented gifts could only put on a shy smile and return to their seats.
No one dared to guess what was in the young emperor's mind at this moment.
Finally, the gift from the Einstar family arrived. Hermann whispered to Kirk worriedly,
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Kirk rolled his eyes at Herman and said,
"Do you have any way out now
No one knew this was going to happen.”
Seeing this, Eugene patted his chest.
"It's okay, I'll go.
For the sake of the Prime Minister, I will just be scolded at most."
After that, Eugene walked up to Frederick with the gift box in his hand, opened the lid, and displayed the blue and white porcelain inside.
"The Einstar family sent a set of Japanese porcelain tea sets as a small gift to show their appreciation."
Frederick, who was already drunk, waved his hands impatiently, but Victoria saw it.
There are often other meanings behind unique gifts, and Victoria, who is well versed in imperial studies and the art of being thick-skinned, understands this point even better.
She did not stop dancing, but glanced at the Einstar family as she turned.
“Interesting.”
She parted her red lips and smiled gently.
With a beautiful leap, she came in front of Coreya.
"Ms. Coreya, how about dancing with me?"
Victoria performed a standard knight's salute, and this bold behavior attracted a lot of attention.
And Ke Leya was not pretentious at all, she stretched out her hand with a smile.
A passionate tango ignited the war between the two women.
First there are tests, gatherings, and divisions back and forth, symbolizing a romantic journey.
Two roses, one red and one white, were dancing in the air. Their skirts swayed with their dancing movements like petals floating in the wind, beautiful yet deadly poisonous.
The two beauties each have their own advantages. Victoria is gorgeous and holy, while Coreya is charming and seductive.
All the dancers in the field consciously made way for the two to perform.
With the dancing movements, every time they got closer, their eyes were secretly confronting each other.
"Tell me, what do you want to do, Miss Coleiya?"
"Haha, I'm just paying respect to the king. Isn't that what I should do?"
"Oh? Who do you think I am if I'm not you? When did the followers of Cthulhu do something so bold?"
"I don't understand what you're saying, Princess in Yellow. Look, we both have secrets, so isn't that a tie?"
The two smiled at each other, each with their own hidden agenda, planning everything in secret.
Victoria realized that she might have already lost. She had already lost since the moment the imperial sea dragon was sent in.
She could only smile sadly. Frederick was not a man she could control. As his bedmate for many years, she knew this very well.
Frederick's stubbornness, strong will, and damn competitive spirit were all his strengths, but today they became his fatal weaknesses.
The woman in front of him saw through this and thought it was a wise move to offer the uncrowned king of the sea to please Frederick.
Face to face, the two roses entangled with each other and then separated. The original dance steps of the man and woman were reversed, and Coleya gradually took the lead.
"You won, but I haven't lost yet."
"Really? Do you think you can stop my plan?"
"Whatever you're planning, I'll find out."
"Really? Then why don't we see who will have the last laugh?"
"You want to start a war?"
"what ever."
"Then let's fight."
The conversation between the two became increasingly tense, rising with the dance steps, intensifying with the music, and deteriorating with the secret rivalry between the two sides.
The guests dancing in the venue were all stunned by the two people's dancing.
Watching two beautiful women dancing is indeed a visual feast, but now it is more like two jealous women putting their housework on the table.
At the end of the song, the applause gradually increased from sporadic to deafening. Victoria looked at Coreya solemnly and deeply imprinted this woman in her mind.
Coreya looked at the imperial concubine fearlessly, and even leisurely played with her long hair and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
Victoria turned around and walked back to her seat.
She leaned over and whispered in Frederick's ear,
"Do you believe me?"
After hearing this, Frederick turned around with a smell of alcohol, his face flushed, and his eyes full of bloodshot red veins.
"You think I'm really drunk?"
"I have no idea."
Victoria bowed her head.
"Don't try to guess your husband. I know what I'm doing."
Frederick cast a disdainful look at Victoria.
This small gesture broke Victoria's heart. She averted her eyes, turned her head away, and gently wiped away her falling tears.
After taking a few deep breaths, Victoria firmed her gaze. She looked at Frederick and said in her heart,
“Since you don’t want me to save you, I will destroy you.
I will replace you and fulfill your dream."
——
After the temporarily added dance session, it was already dusk and the guests had finished drinking and had dispersed.
The originally planned dinner was naturally cancelled due to Frederick's displeasure.
The guests boarded the carriage for the return trip, and Bismarck walked up to Hermann, patted him on the shoulder, and left without saying a word.
Hayden drove the horse to the front of the courtyard.
"Why is it over like this? I thought it would last until evening."
Eugene spread his hands helplessly.
"It's hard to explain in a few words. Let's talk about it when we get back."
After hearing this, Hayden opened the door of the carriage.
Hayden didn't ask any more questions. He had already seen a lot of clues from everyone's faces.
What surprised him was that a woman in a red dress not far away gave him a meaningful look before getting on the bus.
The horse slowly pulled the carriage. Hermann held his head in his hands, feeling a little annoyed.
"What do you think of Frederick III?"
"It doesn't matter. The party is ruined. No gift can change his mood."
Eugene said solemnly.
“Well, now I am more worried about those who ate the fish.
What's that called? Imperial Sea Dragon? I've never heard of it."
Kirk gently pinched the hem of her skirt and looked out the window of the carriage.
"Do you think we should induce vomiting when we get back?"
Eugene crossed his legs and said with a frown.
"Well, I'd rather be miserable than be poisoned.
At worst, we can ask the kitchen to prepare something light for us to eat. I think Baird and Veronica will prepare it for us, so don't worry."
Hermann reached out and touched his stomach.
This moody new emperor is really worrying, and no one knows how he will play his cards.
Fortunately for the Einsta family, none of them ate the plate of fish.
——
"Why did you eat that dish of fish of unknown origin
You actually agreed to such a crazy suggestion without even thinking about it?"
Victoria asked coldly, leaning against the window.
Frederick held the two horns that looked like the golden horn in mythology, and placed them on the coffee table where the vase was originally placed with an obsessed look on his face.
He didn't answer, but that was an answer.
"Do you really believe that eating that fish can make you immortal?"
Victoria questioned.
This, she told herself, was her last chance with Frederick.
Frederick placed the pair of dazzling golden horns, turned around, and slapped Victoria before she could react.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Victoria did not cry or scream in pain. She spat out a broken tooth and let the blood drip from the corner of her mouth.
She didn't care at all and just looked coldly at the man who had become a complete stranger overnight.
She wore a thin gauze skirt, walked out of the room and went to the imperial garden.
Frederick made no effort to retain his position, nor did he apologize.
Victoria looked at the crescent moon, put on her yellow clothes, and left quietly.
After Victoria left, Frederick took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.
He pulled the cork out roughly with his hands and drank half a bottle of red wine in one breath.
Maybe it was because he drank too quickly, but Frederick started coughing.
With a feeling of nausea and itching in the throat, he coughed up a piece of scarlet into his palm.
He didn't care and just thought it was the red wine in his mouth.
With the help of the palace maid, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
Frederick lay on the bed, clenched his fist, and waved it in the air.
"Eternal life! Hegemony! Hahahaha!"
He slowly fell asleep under the anesthesia of alcohol.
In his dream, he saw people all over the world kneeling before him, even the Pope was kneeling before him.
He wore the most luxurious crown in the world on his head and a robe inlaid with countless jewels.
There are countless beauties around him, winking at him, trying to win his favor.
His cavalry crushed all the enemies, and his artillery reduced to dust all those who opposed him.
Even from the sky, I don’t know if it was the paradise where the holy light was, Asgard in the Beiou mythology or Yalu in the Egyptians, a beautiful woman walked out.
The woman reached out and touched his face, left a kiss on his lips, and stretched out her pair of flawless, jade-like hands to him.
Frederick knew that it was a goddess, it must be a goddess.
Only the true king in the world can gain the favor of the goddess.
The goddess took herself to her chamber.
The bedroom was surrounded by rainbow-like colors and flowing lights, and there were invisible but glowing elves singing happily and collecting nectar everywhere.
At first Frederick could not see the goddess's face, but could only feel her beauty.
There seems to be a mysterious and charming veil in front of the goddess, hiding her true appearance.
He pressed the goddess on a bed sheet made of golden wool and made love to her all night long, and the goddess eventually became the object of his conquest.
In the final sprint, the goddess grasped the skin of her back tightly with her nails, even digging into the flesh.
Frederick unveiled the goddess with a frantic gasp.
At first he saw Victoria, but when he blinked, it turned into Coreya's face.
He reached out and gently stroked Keleya's face. Keleya smiled at him gently and then kissed him deeply.
Frederick closed his eyes in ecstasy. After their lips parted for a long time, he opened his eyes and saw a rotten corpse laughing at him crazily.
The skin on his face was completely rotten, scarlet centipedes were moving around in his eye sockets, and his red lips had turned into a set of teeth on white bones.
Frederick backed away violently, but he could not move.
What was beneath his body was not the Golden Fleece, but a bunch of vicious vines that had tightly wrapped around him.
And I am sinking deeper and deeper, gradually sinking.
He couldn't shout out loud, he could only let fear and desire devour him and become nutrients in the darkness.