637 Misunderstanding (2/2)

Amidst the mocking laughter, the Mountain of Nomadism cast dark shadows on the frozen sea as it broke through the clouds. But it seemed like that shadow had a physical form, given weight and substance by the majestic music theory. It rolled across the ice, giving off a shrill noise.

Amid this terrible noise, a frightful wave of heat came out of the sea. The countless layers of ice began to break apart, melting into scalding hot steam which rose up into the air and quickly became a warm rain that fell back down from the sky. In an instant, the frozen sea had broken apart, evaporated and turned back into sea water.

At the Mountain of Nomadism's orders, the Royal Navy flew their colors and sailed far away, leaving only Ye Qingxuan's voice resounding on the bridge. ”It was a pity I didn't have a chance to see Master Schubert. Please say hello to her for me.”

In the corner, the old nun still had her eyes closed and her ears plugged as she quietly recited the teachings of the gods.

Orders soon arrived from the Congregation for the Discipline of the Sacraments, but they did not mention any of what had just happened. But the wording was exceptionally stern: Raymond was to take Schubert to the Ultimate as quickly as possible.

Raymond was so distracted that he did not even say goodbye. He said a few quiet words to Sister Schubert, and then the two of them were off without a sound.

They left everything in disorder.

The commander who had just been fired sighed and sat down in his chair. He stared fixedly at the Mountain of Nomadism disappearing into the distance, looking like he was unwilling to let it go. ”That guy fooled us, he made a fool of us...”

”No, Admiral, you don't understand him,” said the young man who was called Don Juan. ”He was serious.”

The commander was shocked.

”Listen to me, I will transmit my orders to you later via a secret channel.”

The transmission ended.

-

”It's always been like this, Yezi, ever since you were young.” At the Burgundian Witenagemot, the young man dropped an extinguished ball of aether into his pocket. He couldn't help but whisper softly, ”It doesn't matter if it's a rotten vegetable or a broken basket, you'll fight anyone to the death if they dare to touch your things, Yezi.”

16 councilors representing all of Burgundy sat in silence. These so-called ”worthies” stared at him with inscrutable expressions.

”We will grant your request, Don Juan.” The foremost councilor banged his gavel and said solemnly, ”We have granted you the King of Light's ring of power and placed the Phantom Fleet under your command. This is a gamble for both us and your family. We have given you power, and now it's time for you to prove your worth. Time is short, when will you go to the Ultimate?”

”The Ultimate?” The young man called Don Juan turned his head, looking like he did not know what they were talking about. ”What Ultimate?”

The old councilors were shocked, and a solemness suddenly came over them. The council chamber went silent, and the councilors looked even graver than before. ”What do you mean, Don Juan?”

”Why would I go to the Ultimate?” Don Juan took an apple out of one of his pockets, rubbed it with his hand, and took a couple bites before asking carelessly, ”Moreover, I already have the power. Why should I have to prove my worth to you?”

All was silent. Suddenly, stunned shrieks rang out from the corner of the room.

”Your Excellency, the Phantom Fleet is returning to port!”

”Returning to port!”

”Why?”

”Send a transfer order!”

”What are you trying to do, Don Juan?”

The councilors' angry voices filled the chamber, as they stared coldly at the grinning young man..

”There's no use, you should all relax.” Don Juan smiled as he looked at their confusion. He could not help but shrug and say, ”It wasn't easy to obtain both the Synthetic Angel and the Phantom Fleet. If I don't take this chance to clear away all of you obstacles, how can I serve my country?”

The sound of disorderly footsteps came from outside the door, ringing out endlessly. Finally, a heavy military boot kicked in the door. A group of burly soldiers stormed in, grabbing the bewildered guards and dragging them out. There was a sound like a bag of water bursting, and then silence.

”Don Juan, my student...” Among the councilors, the one named Richelieu lowered his eyes and sighed softly. ”Tell me, what are you planning to do?”

”This is obviously a coup, professor. I'd like to ask all of you to understand the situation and do as I say, alright?” Don Juan grinned as he answered. ”Originally, I wasn't powerful enough, so I planned to wait for three years. I never would have thought that I'd be given command authority over the Phantom Fleet so quickly. Little Yezi helped me so much as well. He can have the Ultimate. For now, I'm taking control here. I'd like to ask all of you to not resist, and to cooperate nicely with me. We've blockaded the city. We started here, then we'll go to the legislative assembly, then the palace...”

Boom! A loud noise came from the distance. Outside the window, a huge burning angel seemed to overlap with the sun. It lorded over everything from on high, suppressing the entire palace with its presence. It overlooked everything from this high place. Black smoke and screams began to rise up from the city.

”Things are moving quickly. Have they already made it to the Bastille?” Don Juan whistled. He pushed the dumbfounded Speaker of the Assembly out of his seat and dragged the chair to the center of the room. He sat down and made himself comfortable.

”Prepare yourselves, gentlemen. In an hour, the Estates General that has not been held in 170 years will reconvene. Presumably, many will be hung from lamposts afterward. In the interest of everyone's safety, I suggest you discuss among yourselves who will be the one to depose the Emperor.”

Don Juan drummed his fingers against the armrest of his chair and softly announced, ”The times have changed. This country will have a new ruler.”