Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1080 - 839: If She Invites to a Banquet_2

Chapter 1080: Chapter 839: If She Invites to a Banquet_2

"What if the White Salamander comes out tonight and eats us?" Hasan asked.

"The Invincible War Goddess is still alive, she can handle it for a while. And didn’t you buy a ticket? You can use it to leave." Aisha replied.

"Actually, I didn’t buy a ticket; I came to provoke you, to see if you have the courage to confront Honma Noriko to the end." Hasan nodded.

"For a D-type Synthetic Human, you’re really excessively cunning. Maybe the Nestor Corporation’s synths have flaws after all." Aisha mused.

"Perhaps I’m a higher intelligence’s avatar. But anyway, I’m not as smart as you, Miss Aisha." Hasan pondered, "In general, we’re weak and isolated. To truly defeat Honma Noriko, we need to win everyone’s support; many people will undoubtedly come tomorrow... Hmm..."

"What do you mean by ’many people will come’?" Aisha asked, puzzled.

"Spice Nobles from the Near East Desert, leaders of various small and medium-sized merchant guilds, representatives from southern independent cities, small warlords, leaders of nomadic communities, people from the black market, observation teams from other giant corporations, media reporters... they’ll all come." Hasan explained.

"Then the manor will be packed tomorrow." Aisha frowned.

"But this is the opportunity! Prove you have the guts to confront Honma Noriko. You just need to say to everyone: Don’t worry, I’ll lead you to fight against Honma Noriko." Hasan encouraged.

Honma Noriko is powerful and terrifying, Aisha wants to win, so she must find a reason to unite everyone!

"How could I—I’m still so young; it’s true I want to confront Honma Noriko, but to shout those bold words in front of so many people?" Aisha laughed wryly.

"They like the traditional style; they need someone to lead them. The scattered forces want someone to stand up and challenge Honma Noriko; you could be that person!" Hasan said.

"No, no, no... that’s too far-fetched. I need to rest now. I know what traditional style means; I’ll throw a banquet to entertain them, that’s how I’ll do it." Aisha pulled up her blanket, ready to sleep, "You, don’t come up tonight."

"I don’t want to come up either." Hasan ran off.

...

The next day.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Aisha was still a bit surprised when she got up.

Her equipment had received hundreds of unread notifications, all messages about the visitors coming.

The servants nervously asked Aisha to step outside. She approached the manor’s entrance, where countless vehicles, personnel, and brand-new Shuttle Machines were densely arrayed on the yellow sand, looking just like an army.

Just like Hasan said yesterday, they were members of nearby scattered forces, observation teams from big companies, media members.

The destruction of Asha Port, the appearance of the White Salamander, the failure of the War Goddess, all shifted their focus onto Aisha.

She stood cautiously at the entrance, the servants placed the Shield Field Generator at her feet to prevent any assassination attempts.

Hasan arrived late, stood behind Aisha, and gazed at the distant formation.

"They’re all waiting for you." Hasan said.

Aisha looked dejectedly at those people.

Desert tribal chiefs, nobles, business tycoons, resident representatives, and corporate diplomats, many of them were acquainted with Aisha. She also knew that in their eyes, she was merely a girl who hadn’t yet grown mature. Had it not been for her family’s assassination by Honma Noriko, it wouldn’t be her turn to manage these assets.

They were here to test Aisha’s worth.

Aisha felt adrift, hollow and powerless, as if there was an abyss ahead, and she couldn’t speak under their watchful gazes.

"Miss Aisha!"

"Say something!"

"What should we do!"

"That monster is raised by Xisheng; Honma Noriko personally fed it—"

"Honma Noriko is too formidable—her pet monster can easily destroy a city, what should we do!"

"So many people have been killed by Honma Noriko over the years! Terrifying!"

"Xisheng Company took all our family’s wealth!"

"My son was assassinated by Honma Noriko’s ninja!"

"Asha Port was destroyed, where is next? Aren’t you afraid?"

People clamored towards Aisha, their gazes mixed with despair and hope.

And numerous survivors and refugees from Asha Port awaited, hoping Aisha could launch a powerful counterattack to drag out and defeat the monster.

What exactly would Aisha do!

"I—" Aisha raised her finger, trembling.

She intended to invite everyone into the manor for a banquet; after all, to entertain guests from afar with a meal is always effective.

Aisha gritted her teeth.

"I will solve this in the most traditional way!" Aisha shouted.

Most traditional way?

The people were puzzled.

The Spice Nobles had many traditions, the residents of this area had their own history and customs, but at this moment, what did the traditional way refer to?

Of course, it was a meal. Beef, pilaf, meatballs. Aisha looked at their confused expressions and nodded secretly.

These foods could fill their mouths, and she wouldn’t lose face for the family.

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her head.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Aisha.

Traditional... traditional... the most traditional method!

Their eyes first trembled, then shook to an unimaginable extent.

Nobody thought it would be like this!

Aisha shakily reached up.

Her hand touched a hard, angular object on her head.

Set with jewels, jade, and pearls.

At that moment, the entire sand dune erupted.

Surrounding Aisha’s manor, explosive news swept across the world.

All minds were struck.

Indeed! This "most traditional method"... was to coronate herself as Queen!

The people present were inevitably shaken, amazed at Aisha’s audacity.

At this moment, apart from declaring herself Queen of the Spice Coast, there was no other way to unite the fractured people and target Xisheng!

Smart! The people couldn’t help but sigh.

How could there be such a clever woman! Actually daring to appeal to traditional royal power to unite everyone. She’s so young, yet so bold!

Indeed effective, the noble system was deeply rooted in the Near East Region. While the company abolished the old royal family, Spice Bay’s nobles still abide by this, especially when resisting Honma Noriko. Aside from this "glorious tradition," there was no other reason that could make people set aside their differences and join the same front.

They had also heard of the historical deeds of ministers from dragon families. Now they had to consider if this was their only chance in life.

Compared to the excited people, Aisha was anxious.

She never imagined she would be crowned in such circumstances. She turned first to berate Hasan, only to hear the people’s loud chants.

"Long live the Queen!" The first Spice Noble, formerly Aisha’s cousin, now led with bodyguards to disembark and bow.

With the first came the second! People began to shout one after another.

"We have a new queen!"

"Long live Queen Aisha!"

"Heavens! To fight Xisheng, Miss Aisha decided to become Queen of the Spice Coast!"

"God save the Queen!"

"Xisheng will surely perish!"

Turning back to the hills, Aisha was stunned, people and animals alike bowed to her coronation.

The Spice Nobles chanted Aisha’s name, as a show of allegiance, their shouts formed harmonious resonance, permeating Aisha’s body and soul as if lifting her higher.

She took a deep breath.

"Miss Aisha, they need you." Hasan’s deep voice sounded behind Aisha, "A crown crafted overnight, I hope you like it."