Above The Sky
Chapter 513 - 513 482 Imperial Capital Layout 23

513: Chapter 482 Imperial Capital Layout (2/3) 513: Chapter 482 Imperial Capital Layout (2/3) “You really are popular.”

In his own room, after activating the soundproof inscriptions, Yisen Gard began taking out scrolls of documents, jokingly saying, “That Fairy Miss outside clearly doesn’t know your specifics, yet she’s still willing to adventure with you.”

Leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest, Ian nodded lightly, “Adventure might be a bit of an overstatement, in my view; it’s just a journey with a few ripples.

And I’m not sure whether it’s me or my cooking that’s popular.”

“A journey where you killed Baron Leyan and incidentally crushed the head of the deputy head of the Spirit Wisdom Institute?

I guess the death of the Magnetic Light Knight wasn’t normal either, it certainly wasn’t as you said outside, that friends of the Dragon Worship Cult killed him.”

The blond young man handed the documents to Ian, asking curiously, “How’s your cooking?

I haven’t tasted your dishes yet.”

“You’ll know once we go out together again, don’t get too excited, the chefs in the Imperial Capital probably make better dishes than I do.”

Ian picked up the documents.

He didn’t find it strange; of course, Yisen Gard could guess that it was him who killed Baron Leyan and the others, especially since he had seen Ian battling Patrick without falling behind—the former young master of the Ellen Family might not have understood the value of that, but for Yisen Gard, who had started to ‘open his eyes to the world’ in a real sense, the terror that Ian represented was clear.

As for why he said what he did outside, it was of course to prevent Fairy Miss from accidentally letting something slip.

Anyway, knowing this, when Yisen heard about Ian’s experiences along the way, he naturally became clear on just how much Ian had embraced slaughter and how much danger he’d gone through.

“Huh.”

Looking over the documents in his hands, Ian suddenly let out a light hum.

He looked up at Yisen, “Is the Emperor really not handling affairs anymore?

It’s been five years since he’s attended court much, right?”

“After the Fiery Flame Land incident, a few meetings were held and policies issued, but how is it that all other affairs are handled by the Great Prince, the Great Princess, and the second Prince?”

“Indeed, that’s the case.”

Yisen nodded slightly, “Uncle Carlos, Aunt Alegria, and Uncle Michael are the main royal members who have been in charge of the Imperial Capital’s affairs these years.”

“I had forgotten these people are your relatives, no wonder you know so much.”

Listening to these titles, Ian was stunned for a moment, almost forgetting that Yisen Gard was essentially part of the royal family.

But this made things even more convenient.

He said with interest, “What responsibilities do these people have?

Oh, I see it now, it’s all written in the documents.”

“Mm.”

Yisen Gard nodded slightly and moved next to Ian, reaching over to introduce, “Uncle Carlos is the Great Prince, he has a mild temperament, can coordinate with ministers and various nobles, and is very popular.

But precisely because of this, he is the focus of attention and must be very careful in everything he does.”

“The command of the entire Mirror Sea Guard of the Imperial Capital is entrusted to him, and a considerable number of knights from the Knight Order of Inspectorate heed his orders as well.”

“There’s more, but I can’t say it all; although my uncle appears very noble and upright, in reality, there’s too much information that even I can’t find…

He’s like a tree that seems immovable on the surface, but his roots have already spread throughout the territory you know of.”

The portrait Yisen pointed to was of a dignified-looking man with platinum hair, draped in a long robe, a smile on his face, and deep blue eyes as profound as the ocean.

He then pointed to another woman’s portrait; the woman was so purely beautiful that she could be described as angelic, with her wavy light golden hair and a graceful and elegant figure.

But if one were to look at her eyes, the inner blue and outer gold orbs revealed an ambition that seemed to grasp the entire era.

If the Great Prince gave the impression of a calm and deep sea, then the Great Princess felt like a tsunami, her dignity and confidence almost piercing through the paper.

“What to say about Aunt Alegria…

She’s hardly ever in the Imperial Capital, stationed around the Mist Port and surrounding Dark Mountain Range fortresses…

as well as other border military zones.

She’s constantly on the move.”

“She is the absolute leader of the Hawk Faction, expressing more than once the wish to wipe Steep Ridge Fortress from the annals of history if the Azure Sky Royal Court dares to harass the Eastern Border fortresses, she would dare to attack the Royal Court’s mobile fortresses.”

“The thing is, it’s not just talk; my aunt really did attack a mobile fortress.

Recently, she has been observing the situation in the Fiery Flame Land from the great desert.

The soldiers see her as a Valkyrie bringing victory.”

At this point, Yisen Gard became somewhat emotional, “I remember when I was little, my aunt was particularly good to me; in my memory, she was a cheerful and optimistic great beauty who always had an angelic smile…

Who would have thought that before coming to visit me, she had just won a battle?”

“I feel that for her, liking her juniors and enjoying killing in battle doesn’t conflict.”

Ian squinted his eyes, and he commented, “But by doing so, wouldn’t all military and political power be seized?

What power does the second prince actually have that allows him to contend with those two?”

“My second uncle?”

Yisen Gard laughed heartily, slightly shaking his head as he said, “What power does my second uncle have?

He doesn’t really care about that—Uncle Michael is a very contented person.

What he likes most is actually lying on a warm grassy field watching clouds, and eating the small cookies he made himself.”

He turned a page for Ian.

The man in the portrait was clad in armor, looking quite young, about in his twenties.

Of course, one can’t determine the age of a Sublimator by appearance, the second prince was at least in his forties, but that relaxed temperament and youthful aura were not at all false.

The golden-haired knight had eyebrows like swords and was handsome, but overall, he seemed somewhat unremarkable.

How to put it, Yisen Gard would definitely not be inferior in appearance when he grew up, but he would certainly be more distinctive than him.

“This guy…”

But Ian furrowed his brows slightly, a wary expression on his face, “You can tell at a glance that he is hiding many secrets.

And they are the earth-shattering kind of big secrets!”

It was a kind of resonance between beings of the same kind, with just one glance Ian felt the danger.

“Right?

I feel that way too.”

The golden-haired youth smiled, but he shook his head and said, “However, the secret shouldn’t be the type we’re thinking of.

As for why Uncle Michael can be named alongside the first two…”

“It’s simply because he is very strong.

So strong that he is considered capable of advancing to the Fifth Energy Level within ten years.”

“So power gravitates toward him.”

That’s logical.

Ian nodded silently in agreement.

A new generation Fifth Energy Level?

Without discussing Magic Potions and formulas, at the very least, the second prince already had the basic conditions necessary to carry the inherited power of the Fifth Energy Level.

In Terra Continent, this is much more substantial than the support of any minister or noble, more than any military recognition and endorsement.

On Earth, the emperor’s power comes from the system, the recognition of the ministers and the people.

Not in the modern sense of the people’s recognition, but the feudal concept of ‘The Son of Heaven,’ the divine right granted by God.

The system lent him a celestial sanctity that allowed him to command people.

The ministers would compromise and consult with him to determine specific implementation methods, and the entire bureaucratic system was a tool to transmit the power of speech everywhere.

The emperor also couldn’t completely deny the system that made him emperor, and the fight over the system and the right to speak was the core struggle of that era.

But in Terra, it was different.

Because the strong beings of the Fifth Energy Level existed there—undeniably real, like a second sun in the sky.

Wishing to close your eyes and deny them would prove nothing but one’s own ridiculousness and it couldn’t deny anything else.

In Terra, the sanctity of the emperor stemmed mostly from strength.

If a being of the Fifth Energy Level simply wanted to be emperor, they wouldn’t need any support, any faction, any cunning plots, nor any political struggle.

Even if alone, without any land or subjects, as long as he declared himself to be so, other powers would acknowledge him as such.

The political system of Terra was completely different from that of Earth…

No, anyone who thinks that the system of a world where extraordinary powers exist is the same as an ordinary world probably has some problems with their brains.

These Sublimators, from a biological standpoint, probably couldn’t even be called human, merely possessing a human shell.

Talking to them about human rules was tantamount to discussing Earth’s ethics and morals with extraterrestrials.

Ian stared at the information before him, and he understood somewhat.

—When the second prince truly became of the Fifth Energy Level, he would become the next emperor.

Hence, the second prince didn’t make any grand moves, merely gradually gathering some support, sheltering some geniuses like himself, and having a basic control over various places in The Empire.

The others, apart from urgently enhancing their own strength, also needed to grasp power as much as possible, so they could have some advantage in other aspects.