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Chapter 609: Chapter 23 You are not Aiwass!

Chapter 609: Chapter 23 You are not Aiwass!

Minister Drost, with Aiwass in tow, went to Queen Sofia’s bedchamber.

Even Diomedes didn’t enter the room—he stood guard outside, not allowing anyone to approach.

The queen had only been dead for less than an hour, and the place still brimmed with signs of life, only it had been thoroughly stripped of maid servants and guards, making it seem somewhat empty.

Of course, Sherlock hadn’t been imprisoned here, after all, this room had windows.

Considering Drost didn’t wish Sherlock to be found, he was probably in the underground ritual chamber by now.

In order to prevent outsiders from affecting the ceremony, the ritual chamber had been isolated from the outside world.

So even if one were to use divination, foresight, or any similar rituals and prayers on Sherlock, it would be quite difficult to pinpoint his location accurately.

Plus, being underground, even if one wanted to flee with him, it wouldn’t be easy.

Setting traps underground meant there was no need to worry about inadvertently harming one’s own people.

Conversely, reasoning that this was the most suitable prison, and given Sherlock’s importance to Drost, it was likely he would be detained here too.

As for being placed outside, that was absolutely impossible.

As a regicide, Drost had already maxed out hatred towards himself.

Not just a few elder Transcidents, but even some knights might want to kill him.

It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for an elf butler to suddenly emerge and slay him.

So, before all the dust settled, Drost would only hide inside the Hall of Silver and Tin.

At least there he had the protection of the people of Star Antimony.

But there must be some significance to the queen’s bedchamber as well.

Drost was a man of deep thought; he wouldn’t engage in futile actions.

And when after Drost entered and drawn the curtains without turning on the electric lights, Aiwass almost wanted to laugh.

He could even be certain that Drost’s next move would be to walk to the tea table and light the lamp.

That was the table Isabel usually used for having snacks and afternoon tea.

It was also where Aiwass and Yulia played cards and chess.

Isabel typically had afternoon tea in the study, sometimes in the dollhouse, and occasionally she would return to the bedroom.

Just like other girls of the era, Isabel was fond of fiddling with dolls.

She had her own dollhouse, collecting a miniature palace built on a 1:12 scale, and hundreds of various dolls; from knights, kings, princesses, to dragons, gryphons, pegasi…

there were even miniature wine cellars, miniature studies, and miniature round tables.

This dollhouse was originally for all the royal children to share, but now it belonged to Isabel alone.

And on that table lamp, there was a “Flame of Truth” used for detecting lies.

Different from the silver ones used in the Arbitration Hall that exerted psychological pressure, this lamp had been specially treated to cause confusion.

From the outside, it looked just like a normal oil lamp, only brighter.

It was a trick used by the queen when she invited some important ministers for a talk to detect lies.

Later, Aiwass thought it unnecessary…

with his brother Sherlock around, there was no need for such means.

So, he had it removed.

…It was clear that Drost’s knowledge of its existence meant Queen Sofia greatly trusted him.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shared such a secret with him.

But this trap was of no use to Aiwass.

In all seriousness, Aiwass’s familiarity with the queen’s bedchamber was potentially even greater than that of Queen Isabel herself.

After all, Isabel, as queen, was quite busy.

Upon waking each day, she always had things that required her attention.

Whether presiding over round table meetings, discussing state affairs with Minister Hermes of the Privy Council, attending interviews and events, or meeting with important figures.

Then, there were her practices in singing, drama, painting, playing instruments, performing, sculpting — she was always on the go, hopping from one activity to another.

By the time she was in her bedroom, she either painted, played the piano, read casual books, or slept.

She probably never even noticed what the patterns of the bricks on the walls of the queen’s bedchamber were.

Aiwass, however, was different.

He would often sneak in and nap under Isabel’s duvet.

— Of course, he had his own room.

But Isabel’s room had better lighting, and it was more spacious and lavish.

Of course, there was also the possibility that someone else’s duvet just felt more satisfying to sleep under, much like how the food in another cat’s bowl always tastes better.

Plus, Isabel was the queen, so this could be viewed as a sort of night spent in the dragon’s lair — it sounded thrilling, like the privilege of a powerful minister.

It made the sleep even sweeter.

After all, they had confirmed their relationship over a month ago, and Isabel didn’t mind him.

Once Aiwass woke up, he’d casually inspect the place.

He might flip through some snacks, or check if the craftsmen had hidden any mechanisms or treasures in the room.

Otherwise, he’d call Yulia over for a game of chess or cards.

Or he’d chat with the Queen’s Guard and practice speaking the Elvish Language.

He had even specifically studied which routes could approach the windows of the bedchamber from the outside, and he had set up a barrier outside the windows with the Queen’s Guard…

he had even gone so far as to crawl through the ventilation duct himself.

So now, when Aiwass heard what Drost had to say, he felt like laughing.

— No one knows the queen’s bedchamber better than I do.

Aiwass had even once lied in front of the Flame of Truth to a Guardian.

Drost certainly couldn’t make good use of it.@@novelbin@@