Chapter 74: The Princess Fangirl
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Chapter 74: The Princess Fangirl
"Where is that girl Clairement?"
In the imperial palace of the Keville Empire, Kexian, the young eleventh monarch of Keville and a Grand Magus, strode with imposing dignity down the grand colonnaded corridor.
The attendant following closely at his side hurriedly replied, "Her Highness is currently having afternoon tea with Queen Consort Suli and several countesses in Morton Garden."
Kexian sneered coldly. "It’s almost dark. What afternoon tea?"
The attendant stiffened, stammering, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. The ladies were all... fiddling with the... internet."
As he uttered the last word, the attendant’s face turned deathly pale, already prepared to drop to his knees and beg for mercy.
As one of the emperor’s personal attendants, he knew full well that the word "internet" was Kexian’s greatest taboo!
He still remembered when the internet first emerged—Kexian had flown into a rage upon discovering a few maids secretly discussing it and ordered their execution.
Later, as the internet became widespread across the empire, Kexian’s temper had cooled somewhat.
But only to the extent that he no longer slaughtered indiscriminately!
"The internet?"
Kexian’s expression indeed froze, but in the end, he said nothing and continued striding forward.
The attendant exhaled silently in relief and quickly followed.
The imperial palace was resplendent, yet Kexian’s mind was in turmoil.
His disdain for the internet was simple:
The Keville Empire, with its thousand-year history, had been the brightest jewel of magic on the Azarea Continent since its founding by the Great Emperor Keville.
Yet now, under his rule, this radiant jewel had been reduced to a mere preaching zone for the gods.
How could he not be furious?
Alas, as a mere Grand Magus, he relied on the ancestral bloodline magic arrays to retain his position as one of the "Four Pillars" of the Pillar Council—yet in reality, he held no true authority.
Even so, Kexian still regarded the Keville Empire as the sole domain of his imperial clan.
For as long as the Ke family could produce another God of Magic, they could surely restore their ancestors’ glory with the power of the bloodline magic arrays.
But all of this had been ruined under his watch.
The empire had become the preaching zone of the Internet God.
It was easy to imagine that even if the Ke imperial clan produced another God of Magic, it would be nearly impossible to reclaim their former glory.
Unless they could expel the Internet God—but was that even possible?
No one knew that Kexian, who treated the internet as a taboo, had secretly logged onto it countless times in the dead of night to listen to the voices of his people.
Opinions about his imperial clan were mixed, but the Internet God received nothing but universal praise.
He could explain it away—claiming that users dared not slander a god on the internet.
But deep down, he knew it was just self-deception.
The internet had changed the empire.
Even his most beloved younger sister, Clairement, had become one of its most devoted users!
Just last night, she had played Conquest of Subdomains until midnight and cried her heart out after having the final kill stolen from her.
Don’t ask how he knew.
If not for his fear of his sister being tainted by commoners, he would never have logged into that damned puppet game.
"Wow, the webpage you designed is so pretty!"
"Ah, this picture is gorgeous! Where did you find it? I want to set it as my profile picture!"
Before even approaching Morton Garden, Kexian spotted the glowing interfaces of the internet emanating from the pavilion from afar. Suppressing his irritation, he strode over.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Upon Kexian's arrival, all the queen consorts and countesses—except for Princess Clairement—hurriedly closed their internet screens and rose to offer their respects.
"Playing on the internet again? Can't you cut back a little?" Kexian couldn't help but scold.
"Oh, brother! The internet just got updated—I was just trying out the new stuff!" Clairement pouted, her eyes still glued to the screen.
"An update?" Kexian blinked in surprise.
"Wow, you didn’t know? There’s so much new content this time!"
Clairement’s eyes sparkled as she grabbed her brother’s arm and launched into an excited explanation.
"Look, the interface has changed completely! There are scroll styles, parchment styles, phone styles, tablet styles—even sci-fi, cute, magic, and Battle Aura themes! So many options! You can even design your own! It’s absolutely gorgeous!"
She rapidly switched through the internet’s main interface skins.
The once Virtual Scroll-like internet now morphed into all sorts of bizarre layouts, expanding and shrinking unpredictably.
The background colors shifted endlessly—one moment filled with drifting petals, the next with roaring magic missiles, then flashing blades threatening to tear through the screen!
"Oh, and there’s the profile pictures! Before, it was just Soul Marks, but now they’re smaller, and you can set a custom profile picture. Look at mine—isn’t it pretty? Sister Suli helped me pick it!"
"Oh, oh! You can even draw your own! Hey, brother, don’t you have a royal painter? Lend him to me! I want him to draw me so those Commoners can see if I’m truly the cute type!"
Clairement’s words drew muffled giggles from the countesses.
Kexian, however, frowned and reprimanded her. "Preposterous! What right do those Commoners have to see your portrait?"
Finally lifting her face, Clairement shot her brother a displeased look. "Brother, what era do you think this is? What’s the big deal? Ajef even dares to pursue the Music Goddess! Haven’t you heard that song, Palace Maiden? It’s so beautiful—if he sang it to me, I’d marry him in a heartbeat!"
Kexian’s scalp prickled.
The Internet God again?
Relentless!
In the vast Keville Empire, fewer than five people knew Ajef’s true identity—and he was one of them.
But he couldn’t tell anyone.
Doing so would only elevate the Internet God’s image beyond measure, something he couldn’t stomach.
Yet, even without the Internet God’s divine aura, his sister had still fallen for him?
This… this was absurd!
"You are noble royalty, while he—"
"Enough, brother! Stop worrying and drop that bloodline nonsense. People online say it all the time—‘Are kings and nobles born special?’ Even our ancestor, Emperor Keville, wasn’t born a ruler. And Lord Dandell rose from the common folk!"
"Ajef is so incredible, there are countless women who want to marry him—he might not even spare me a glance! He’s pursuing the Music Goddess herself, and here you are still clinging to ‘noble bloodlines.’ Who are you trying to impress?"
Clairement, who had been worked up just moments ago, suddenly deflated.
She had caught a distant glimpse of Ajef once.
To say he was exceptionally handsome? Not really.
Truthfully, she didn’t even like him that much—it was more of a childish hero worship!
Her current frustration stemmed mostly from the fact that she had always been the brightest jewel of Willis.
But with the advent of the internet, everything changed.
Her princess status had indeed won her a legion of fans.
Yet compared to Eileen, compared to Dorothea, she fell far short.
People didn’t seem to care much for a decorative princess; they preferred women of capability.
Moreover, the internet had been relentlessly reshaping her worldview.
The stark poverty of the common folk made her realize for the first time just how harsh life could be.
The mercenaries living by the blade showed her that not everyone had her privileges.
The sophisticated magical debates on the magic forum left her feeling inadequate.
And the brutal struggles in the Conquest of Subdomains made her acutely aware of her own uselessness.
All of this made it impossible for her to hold her head high just because of her royal blood.
At that moment, Queen Consort Suli and the countesses in the pavilion wore expressions of sheer horror—no one had expected her to utter such treasonous words.
Kexian froze!
A chilling dread surged through his body.
He wanted to rebuke her, but his own standing as a Grand Magus left him utterly speechless.
In the end, wasn’t he just a parasite living off his ancestors’ legacy, enjoying wealth without merit? What noble bloodline did he truly possess?
If he had such noble blood, why was his magical prowess still stuck at the Grand Magus realm?
"Your Majesty, the embassy has sent word—the Saint-Todd United Nations has delivered a diplomatic missive via magic. Their delegation will arrive at the Empire’s border in five days!" A servant rushed in with the news.
The announcement sent a violent tremor through Kexian, his pupils dilating in shock.
The Saint-Todd United Nations was a colossal alliance of five kingdoms, its power unrivaled among the nations of the Azarea Continent.
It bore another name, one that struck fear into the hearts of all: the Preaching Zone of the Five Great Righteous Gods.
"Where is that girl Clairement?"
In the imperial palace of the Keville Empire, Kexian, the young eleventh monarch of Keville and a Grand Magus, strode with imposing dignity down the grand colonnaded corridor.
The attendant following closely at his side hurriedly replied, "Her Highness is currently having afternoon tea with Queen Consort Suli and several countesses in Morton Garden."
Kexian sneered coldly. "It’s almost dark. What afternoon tea?"
The attendant stiffened, stammering, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. The ladies were all... fiddling with the... internet."
As he uttered the last word, the attendant’s face turned deathly pale, already prepared to drop to his knees and beg for mercy.
As one of the emperor’s personal attendants, he knew full well that the word "internet" was Kexian’s greatest taboo!
He still remembered when the internet first emerged—Kexian had flown into a rage upon discovering a few maids secretly discussing it and ordered their execution.
Later, as the internet became widespread across the empire, Kexian’s temper had cooled somewhat.
But only to the extent that he no longer slaughtered indiscriminately!
"The internet?"
Kexian’s expression indeed froze, but in the end, he said nothing and continued striding forward.
The attendant exhaled silently in relief and quickly followed.
The imperial palace was resplendent, yet Kexian’s mind was in turmoil.
His disdain for the internet was simple:
The Keville Empire, with its thousand-year history, had been the brightest jewel of magic on the Azarea Continent since its founding by the Great Emperor Keville.
Yet now, under his rule, this radiant jewel had been reduced to a mere preaching zone for the gods.
How could he not be furious?
Alas, as a mere Grand Magus, he relied on the ancestral bloodline magic arrays to retain his position as one of the "Four Pillars" of the Pillar Council—yet in reality, he held no true authority.
Even so, Kexian still regarded the Keville Empire as the sole domain of his imperial clan.
For as long as the Ke family could produce another God of Magic, they could surely restore their ancestors’ glory with the power of the bloodline magic arrays.
But all of this had been ruined under his watch.
The empire had become the preaching zone of the Internet God.
It was easy to imagine that even if the Ke imperial clan produced another God of Magic, it would be nearly impossible to reclaim their former glory.
Unless they could expel the Internet God—but was that even possible?
No one knew that Kexian, who treated the internet as a taboo, had secretly logged onto it countless times in the dead of night to listen to the voices of his people.
Opinions about his imperial clan were mixed, but the Internet God received nothing but universal praise.
He could explain it away—claiming that users dared not slander a god on the internet.
But deep down, he knew it was just self-deception.
The internet had changed the empire.
Even his most beloved younger sister, Clairement, had become one of its most devoted users!
Just last night, she had played Conquest of Subdomains until midnight and cried her heart out after having the final kill stolen from her.
Don’t ask how he knew.
If not for his fear of his sister being tainted by commoners, he would never have logged into that damned puppet game.
"Wow, the webpage you designed is so pretty!"
"Ah, this picture is gorgeous! Where did you find it? I want to set it as my profile picture!"
Before even approaching Morton Garden, Kexian spotted the glowing interfaces of the internet emanating from the pavilion from afar. Suppressing his irritation, he strode over.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Upon Kexian's arrival, all the queen consorts and countesses—except for Princess Clairement—hurriedly closed their internet screens and rose to offer their respects.
"Playing on the internet again? Can't you cut back a little?" Kexian couldn't help but scold.
"Oh, brother! The internet just got updated—I was just trying out the new stuff!" Clairement pouted, her eyes still glued to the screen.
"An update?" Kexian blinked in surprise.
"Wow, you didn’t know? There’s so much new content this time!"
Clairement’s eyes sparkled as she grabbed her brother’s arm and launched into an excited explanation.
"Look, the interface has changed completely! There are scroll styles, parchment styles, phone styles, tablet styles—even sci-fi, cute, magic, and Battle Aura themes! So many options! You can even design your own! It’s absolutely gorgeous!"
She rapidly switched through the internet’s main interface skins.
The once Virtual Scroll-like internet now morphed into all sorts of bizarre layouts, expanding and shrinking unpredictably.
The background colors shifted endlessly—one moment filled with drifting petals, the next with roaring magic missiles, then flashing blades threatening to tear through the screen!
"Oh, and there’s the profile pictures! Before, it was just Soul Marks, but now they’re smaller, and you can set a custom profile picture. Look at mine—isn’t it pretty? Sister Suli helped me pick it!"
"Oh, oh! You can even draw your own! Hey, brother, don’t you have a royal painter? Lend him to me! I want him to draw me so those Commoners can see if I’m truly the cute type!"
Clairement’s words drew muffled giggles from the countesses.
Kexian, however, frowned and reprimanded her. "Preposterous! What right do those Commoners have to see your portrait?"
Finally lifting her face, Clairement shot her brother a displeased look. "Brother, what era do you think this is? What’s the big deal? Ajef even dares to pursue the Music Goddess! Haven’t you heard that song, Palace Maiden? It’s so beautiful—if he sang it to me, I’d marry him in a heartbeat!"
Kexian’s scalp prickled.
The Internet God again?
Relentless!
In the vast Keville Empire, fewer than five people knew Ajef’s true identity—and he was one of them.
But he couldn’t tell anyone.
Doing so would only elevate the Internet God’s image beyond measure, something he couldn’t stomach.
Yet, even without the Internet God’s divine aura, his sister had still fallen for him?
This… this was absurd!
"You are noble royalty, while he—"
"Enough, brother! Stop worrying and drop that bloodline nonsense. People online say it all the time—‘Are kings and nobles born special?’ Even our ancestor, Emperor Keville, wasn’t born a ruler. And Lord Dandell rose from the common folk!"
"Ajef is so incredible, there are countless women who want to marry him—he might not even spare me a glance! He’s pursuing the Music Goddess herself, and here you are still clinging to ‘noble bloodlines.’ Who are you trying to impress?"
Clairement, who had been worked up just moments ago, suddenly deflated.
She had caught a distant glimpse of Ajef once.
To say he was exceptionally handsome? Not really.
Truthfully, she didn’t even like him that much—it was more of a childish hero worship!
Her current frustration stemmed mostly from the fact that she had always been the brightest jewel of Willis.
But with the advent of the internet, everything changed.
Her princess status had indeed won her a legion of fans.
Yet compared to Eileen, compared to Dorothea, she fell far short.
People didn’t seem to care much for a decorative princess; they preferred women of capability.
Moreover, the internet had been relentlessly reshaping her worldview.
The stark poverty of the common folk made her realize for the first time just how harsh life could be.
The mercenaries living by the blade showed her that not everyone had her privileges.
The sophisticated magical debates on the magic forum left her feeling inadequate.
And the brutal struggles in the Conquest of Subdomains made her acutely aware of her own uselessness.
All of this made it impossible for her to hold her head high just because of her royal blood.
At that moment, Queen Consort Suli and the countesses in the pavilion wore expressions of sheer horror—no one had expected her to utter such treasonous words.
Kexian froze!
A chilling dread surged through his body.
He wanted to rebuke her, but his own standing as a Grand Magus left him utterly speechless.
In the end, wasn’t he just a parasite living off his ancestors’ legacy, enjoying wealth without merit? What noble bloodline did he truly possess?
If he had such noble blood, why was his magical prowess still stuck at the Grand Magus realm?
"Your Majesty, the embassy has sent word—the Saint-Todd United Nations has delivered a diplomatic missive via magic. Their delegation will arrive at the Empire’s border in five days!" A servant rushed in with the news.
The announcement sent a violent tremor through Kexian, his pupils dilating in shock.
The Saint-Todd United Nations was a colossal alliance of five kingdoms, its power unrivaled among the nations of the Azarea Continent.
It bore another name, one that struck fear into the hearts of all: the Preaching Zone of the Five Great Righteous Gods.
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