After listening to the report of the maid Diana, Rosetta's already serious and gloomy expression seemed to have become more gloomy than before, but he didn't say anything, but just replied calmly: "I understand - thank you for your hard work, let's go."

Diana nodded, took a step back gracefully, and her figure gradually disappeared into a field of curved light.

"Father," Matilda couldn't help looking at her father, "Is the information Diana mentioned... reliable?"

"Diana will not make mistakes in such matters unless the Church of the God of War has weaved a huge net enough to cover all the royal eyes and ears to deceive the wanderers." Rosetta said in a calm tone.

"...So there was a big problem with the God of War Church, and Malm Dunit was deliberately hiding us..." Matilda said in a complicated tone, and she could hear the gloom in her emotions, "The entire Great Hall is hiding us..."

"Malm was first the pope of the God of War before being your elders and my friend, so before being loyal to the royal family and to friends, he was first loyal to his gods," Rosetta said calmly, as if he had already expected all this, "Any devout believer will do this... When the divine power and the imperial power exist at the same time and there is a difference of interests, it is inevitable."

Matilda realized that there seemed to be a deep meaning in her father's words, but before she could ask, she heard the other party suddenly ask about something else: "You haven't shown up on the parliament yet?"

"Not yet," Matilda's mind had the rest of the itinerary, and remembered several proposals that the parliament needed to listen to, and nodded and replied, "I'm just about to go over."

"Go past early—reservedness is the decency of the royal family, but it is not that late."

Matilda glanced at his father, said nothing, but just bowed and retreated: "...yes, Father."

The garden was quiet again, Matilda's breath was gone, and only Rosetta Augustus, who stood quietly under the orchid pine, was left. The ruler of Tifeng lowered his head and looked at a flowerbed in front of him. The flowerbed was not growing very well. Although the precious flowers and trees were stretching the branches as much as they could, signs of poor growth still appeared clearly on the plants.

"Diana," Rosetta said suddenly to the air beside him, "What do you think of Matilda's child?"

Amid the slight magic fluctuations, the figure of the black-haired maid Diana appeared silently. She had not gone far away, but some superb breath control ability made her seem to have left the garden, and even concealed the eyes of Matilda, who was keen to perceive.

The maid lowered her head slightly and said respectfully: "I should not comment on your descendants, Your Majesty."

"How come you have learned this hypocrisy of humanity?" Rosetta raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile. "This is not a public occasion. Matilda was something you watched grow up with your own eyes."

The black-haired maid was silent for less than two seconds before she answered: "...As human being, Matilda is of excellent talent, outstanding intelligence, keen eyes beyond her age, and can accept the new things that have appeared in recent years. At the same time, she has a great influence among the middle and lower nobles and emerging powerful people in the empire - but she has not controlled the conservatives well, and in this regard, she is obviously not as skilled as you."

"A common problem with young people - she is not good at hiding her tendencies," Rosetta nodded. "I also have a responsibility. I am too concerned about the governance of the country and the construction of my own order system, so I failed to cultivate Matilda and Hadilan well enough. If the two children were not diligent on their own, their precious talents would have been wasted."

"'Cultivation' does not make human beings fully mature. The areas involved in experience require individuals to summarize and understand them themselves," Diana said bluntly. "You have not received enough training before becoming an emperor, but it turns out that you are far better than the kind of carefully 'made' heirs."

Rosetta was silent for a moment, and shook his head with a smile: "There are some words that you dare to say directly."

"This is the answer that is most in line with the facts and the most in line with the national interests," Diana replied in a soft but not much emotional tone. "That is why I don't understand the choices of Prince Malik and the dukes Fabro and Coleman Ronnie back then."

"Because humans are not machines, we are always full of variables. Keeping humans rational forever is a luxury in itself," Rosetta shook his head gently, and then he suddenly stared at the black-haired maid beside him, with his expression becoming quite solemn, "You will still be loyal to the next king of Tifeng, right?"

“As long as I can continue to provide services,” Diana said meticulously, “this is a contract that has been made since the ancestors of the Augustus family took me in and provided the necessary repairs.”

"I believe that this contract is much more reliable than humans in this regard," Rosetta smiled and then waved his hands. "We won't discuss these things anymore. Let's talk about the rumors circulating in the city recently. Is there anything worth paying attention to?"

"There is no change worth paying attention to among the people, but starting two days ago, some abnormal news came from the mage association," said the black-haired maid. "The mages said something was wrong when they prayed for the magic goddess, and their prayers lost feedback, and it seemed that the last bit of attention to the mortal world of magic goddess also disappeared."

"Magic Goddess?" Rosetta couldn't help frowning, "Why is even the Magic Goddess in trouble..."

Then he glanced at Diana: "What is Ms. Windsor Mapel doing?"

"She is collecting feedback from the mages and organizing people to conduct tests - because the mages have not formed religious groups, it is difficult to define who should investigate the abnormal situation of the magic goddess, so she should eventually find you to report the situation."

Rosetta's expression was gloomy and serious. When Diana finished speaking, she was already in thought. At this moment, another new breath stepped into the Royal Garden.

Diana looked in the direction where the biological reaction appeared, and a moment later a senior servant in a dark blue shirt appeared at the end of the cobblestone path.

"Your Majesty," the senior servant bowed to Rosetta Augustus, "a 'special message' from the Cecil Empire, with a royal seal."

"Transmission of the message on a dedicated line?" Rosetta immediately showed a serious expression, "Give it a letter."

The dedicated message transmission is a new thing that emerged based on modern communication technology after Matilda completed his mission to Cecil and established a further diplomatic relationship between the two countries. Unlike the "Letter of State" that required a long transmission and complex diplomatic procedures to pass between the rulers of the two countries (sometimes this "delivery" may even take several months), the dedicated message transmission is a "letter" that relies on the Magic Network Communications of the Cecil Empire and the Message Tower Network of the Tifeng Empire to quickly deliver.

Such a "letter" is sent from the source, and it is automatically forwarded through layers of magic network nodes or communication tower nodes in the middle. It only requires a very small number of manual intervention to quickly reach the destination. Including the necessary manual forwarding time and end transcription and delivery time in the middle, the entire process takes less than an hour, which is almost an improvement in concept level compared to the communication efficiency in the old days.

Rosetta took the letter handed over by his servant. It was a "copy" printed from the messenger tower of Obsidian Palace less than half an hour ago. The paper also emitted the smell of ink. The top of the letter is the shield of the Tifeng royal family, and the bottom of the letter can see the emblem of the Cecil royal family.

The ruler of Tifon recalled what he talked about last time with Windsor and Daniel about the new communication technology. If only from a technical perspective, the communication efficiency between Tifon and Cecil can be further improved. As long as those useless manual links are opened up and the technology of the communication tower is completely upgraded and replaced, the rulers of the two countries may even have direct calls without delay. This sounds miraculous, but it is feasible in magic technology, and what is blocking it from realizing... is just the conservative nobles and traditional mages who currently control most of the dividends of the communication tower.

The main issue that the parliament is going to hold today is about the update of communication technology. Like yesterday's meeting, today's dispute may still not have any results.

Mild discussions and voting cannot solve the problem of the distribution of interests of the old and new groups. There are usually only two best ways to shut up the old forces, either wait for them to die or use the wheels of new things to directly crush them in their faces - and without stopping.

Hopefully, the young Matilda can realize this clearly after facing a chaotic council.

Rosetta shook his head and temporarily threw the irrelevant things behind his head. His eyes fell on the text on the letter. After reading two lines, his brows subconsciously frowned.

This letter was sent in the name of Gowan Cecil, with the content straight to the point-

"To my neighbors and friends, I have learned about some very disturbing situations recently. It may even affect Tifeng, a thousand miles away. My wizards reported that the magic goddess's throne seemed to have disappeared..."

Rosetta took a breath slowly, and he glanced at the waiter who was standing by, who immediately understood the intention, bowed quietly and retreated from the garden. Then he withdrew his gaze and continued to look down:

"...This may be a sign of a large-scale event before the outbreak. As a neighbor with close territories, I think it is necessary for us to share intelligence on such matters, not only for the friendly relations between the two countries, but also consider the common future of mankind...

"…Cecil's mages have made a series of attempts and used technical means to conduct an "investigation". My consultant now has a terrible guess. They think that the goddess of magic may have fallen for some unknown reason - which sounds incredible, but we all know that similar things happened three thousand years ago. When the White Star fell, the druids lost their "gods"...

"...The mages will continue to investigate. I also hope that Tifeng can pay attention to this matter, because the faith of the gods will not be limited to one country and one land. It spans the heads of all mortals and affects the order of the entire mortal world..."

Rosetta's eyes continued to move downwards, and the subsequent content made his eyes stern:

“…In addition, while the Goddess of Magic appeared abnormal, the priests and priests of the Goddess of War also reported anomalies—in a sense, I think what they reported was more disturbing than the disappearance of the Goddess of Magic…

“……Many priests serving the God of War have symptoms of mental intrusion. They are repeatedly harassed by violent illusions and sounds. The more they pray to the God of War for protection, the more serious this mental intrusion is, as if the intrusion comes from the God of War…

“…These are originally internal affairs of the church, but the successive appearance of visions of the goddess of magic and the god of war has inevitably attracted my attention…

"We all know that during the 'Ansu Civil War' period, the crazy dark believers once created an out-of-control god. I don't want to say sacrilegious words, but this proves that the 'power of gods' is not as beautiful as mortals imagine, and it can also become terrible and violent. Now, I am worried that some forces are brewing similar things... The 'divine disaster' on the Holy Spirit Plain in the past may repeat itself, and what is more dangerous than the evil gods created by the dark druids is that the goddess of magic and the god of war - especially the latter - have a great influence on faith in the present...

"My friend, when you read this letter, I was also preparing to issue a warning to the surrounding countries, but I think Tifong should be the one among all countries that should be more vigilant, and the reason is self-evident...

“…If you agree, I would like to share some of the experiences and effective protection techniques of the Cecils fighting the "divine disaster" on the Holy Spirit Plain with Tifeng. Of course, no one hopes that the divine disaster will really happen again, everything is just for the future…

“…your neighbor, Gowan Cecil.”

Rosetta's eyes swept over the final signature and let out a deep breath after a few seconds of silence.

Diana stood quietly beside her, showing no curiosity about the contents of the letter.

"...It's a timely reminder," Rosetta said as if he was talking to himself, "'Divine Disaster'... This is a very appropriate word."

Diana's voice came from the side: "Your Majesty, do you need to summon Grand Duke Pei Dinnan for discussion?"

Rosetta nodded: "Well, let Grand Duke Pei Dinnan come immediately, I will see him in the study."

He said as he turned around and prepared to leave the garden, but as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the orchid pine beside the flower garden.

The tree has been ill for many years, and the incurable diseases have even begun to affect the growth of other surrounding plants.
Chapter completed!