The Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 9: Chapter 8 The King's Secret Edict

Reconnecting with Sister Yueying was a truly heartwarming experience. She said that while life in the Golden Flower Federation was enjoyable, she often felt lonely.

"How could that be? Sister, you always manage to get along with people so quickly. Everyone in Sara, from nobles to commoners, likes you. Doesn't the Golden Flower Federation love you too?"

"Little brother, you're older now. Perhaps you understand some things. Everything in the world has two sides. When someone gets along well with everyone, it often means… they don't have anyone they can truly confide in."

Hey, twelve years have passed, and things have definitely changed. Although Yueying's gentle smile remained unchanged, I saw a hidden message behind it. After all, I was no longer a six-year-old boy.

Although she was the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation, Yueying didn't participate in politics. So, in the following days, while high-ranking officials held meetings, she toured around Sara City. At this time, the choice of security personnel became crucial.

Leng Linglan seemed to be struggling with her feelings. She wanted to spend more time with her long-lost sister, but her strong sense of career ultimately prevented her from giving up the opportunity to participate in the negotiations and influence national policy, and thus abandon her mission to protect her sister. In this situation, I naturally became the first choice for protection. Although it seemed a bit odd for a grown man like me to lead a team alongside the First Lady of a neighboring country, adding the composed Mao Yan'an made it a perfect fit for everyone.

The uncle was a very pragmatic man and naturally wouldn't stop me from using the facilities. Most of the time, he was with the guards, who, unaware of his background, already worshipped him like a chivalrous hero. Whenever he calmly boasted about some non-existent military achievements, even Yueying's personal maidservant couldn't help but listen intently, besides the guards.

While Mao Yan'an drew everyone's attention, I took a walk with Yueying, enjoying the scenery and exchanging intimate laughter. I had no ill intentions; at least at this moment, I simply wanted to bring a smile to the face of this motherly and sisterly relative, and let her feel the warmth of her homeland.

Inevitably, when I devoted all my time and attention to Yueying, I naturally neglected Zhizhi and Axue. Fortunately, one was fasting and bathing, and the other was forced by me to concentrate on cultivation, so they wouldn't bother me, especially Axue. Although I had her get used to wearing a mask, it would still be troublesome if she encountered Sister Yueying.

While we spent our days chatting and laughing, the secret talks between the envoys of various countries were also underway.

In the morning, they discussed the existing trade agreements and various disputes, hoping to reach a consensus and conclude a treaty as soon as possible. For a long time, people had waged wars for various reasons, causing the construction and economy of various countries to stagnate. Although some people enjoyed it, most people were fed up. Rather than continuing these indecisive border wars, it would be better to gain ten years to recuperate and build up strength, and then wipe out the troublesome neighboring countries in one fell swoop.

People's unity often requires a powerful enemy, so in the afternoon, the high-ranking officials of various countries discussed how to prevent the Black Dragon Society from growing too powerful. I didn't want to attend these discussions, but unfortunately, I was the hero who exposed the Black Dragon Society's conspiracy, so I was often called in for consultation.

To help my sister, the Dragon Girl, as the only witness, I criticized the Black Dragon Society mercilessly, accusing them of all sorts of evil deeds and exaggerating their strength to twice its original extent, hoping that the participating countries would eradicate the Black Dragon Society as soon as possible.

"Kurosawa Kazuo

is treacherous. I've heard that the Black Dragon Society has recently been recruiting soldiers in the East China Sea and has repeatedly started wars. If we don't take precautions soon, it will surely become a scourge to the entire land in the future," Ryan Buffett said excitedly, his long golden hair, like a lion's mane, radiating waves of anger, letting everyone know his hatred for the Black Dragon Society.

Many of the participating countries were landlocked and lacked a clear understanding of the Black Dragon Society. This necessitated the intelligence gathering of several major powers and coastal nations with prior contact with the society, who provided information on the enemy's strength. The information brought by the Copenhagen ambassador, who arrived in Sarawak today, effectively broke the deadlock of the previous days.

From the discussions among the attendees, I gained a better understanding of the Black Dragon Society's power. Mao Yan'an had previously mentioned that the Black Dragon King had nine Sea God Generals commanding the fleet. However, before the Lunar New Year, Fang Qingshu had aided the resistance fleet in the East China Sea, slaying twelve Black Dragon Society generals, including three Sea Generals. Afterwards, the Black Dragon King promoted two of his subordinates to fill the vacancy, and a female general filled the remaining one.

This female general, of unknown origin, possessed martial arts skills surpassing the other eight, confirmed to have level six strength. She wielded a white bone demon whip, her attacks both ruthless and vicious. Any ship she rammed was slaughtered, leaving the sea a blood-red mess, littered with severed limbs. Her terrifying methods quickly made her infamous throughout the East China Sea.

The ambassador of Copenhagen, a small country on the east coast, spoke with fear and indignation, "This witch has broken the old rules and attacked our ships. In three months, nine fleets, totaling eighty-seven ships, have sunk under her attacks."

In the past, the Black Dragon Society had a secret agreement with the coastal countries: they would not touch the ships of those countries in the waters surrounding their territorial waters, and the spoils of their plunder would be shared proportionally with those countries. In return, the navies of those countries would turn a blind eye to the Black Dragon Society's raiding warships.

This secret agreement allowed the Black Dragon Society to grow rapidly. Once it possessed enough power to rival major powers, it broke the agreement, and these small and medium-sized countries were powerless to resist, only regretting their past actions of nurturing a tiger.

Condemnation was no longer meaningful; this conference was, to some extent, intended to confront and resolve these problems, and find a way to suppress the Black Dragon Society.

“Experts don’t just appear out of nowhere. Where does the Black Dragon Society get so many talents? In the last ten years, there have been very few female martial artists at the sixth level on the continent. Could it be that the Black Dragon Society has run out of talent and sent those two humanoid avatars to command the fleet?”

The elf representative from Solancia raised this question, which was also the common thought of everyone present. I saw a flash of heroic spirit in Leng Linglan’s eyes, but her face showed an arrogant expression. She had developed a competitive spirit towards these two female rivals who were also among the Seven Beauties.

However, this question was immediately dismissed, because according to intelligence from various countries, Ghostly Evening was a girl in her teens, and Drunken Immortal Lotus was not yet twenty-five years old, but the mysterious female general was a mature and alluring young woman. The age difference didn’t make sense. Besides, the Black Dragon Society shouldn’t have fallen so low that it had to send its intelligence chief to command the fleet.

"Have you tried to contact Marshal Li? She's been winning several battles recently, suppressing the Black Dragon Society's arrogance considerably."

"Marshal Li's resistance has inflicted significant damage on the Black Dragon Society. In over ten battles this year, they've probably wiped out one of their fleets. So the Black Dragon King has reorganized, concentrating manpower into eight fleets, while the ninth fleet assigned to that witch… is composed of the Undead Legion."

"What?!"

Everyone was utterly shocked, especially the representative of Ishtar, whose face was extremely grim. This news meant that the technology that had been a secret weapon of the Ishtar military for centuries had finally been successfully researched by the second force, or… leaked out.

For black magicians who make their living from necromancy and evil power, controlling spirits, commanding zombies, and summoning lifeless undead creatures are essential skills. Which skilled wizard doesn't keep a few zombies and ghosts around? I know several famous figures in the wizarding world who even dig up graves to create beautiful corpse prostitutes for their own sexual gratification.

If this is true for ordinary wizards, it goes without saying that necromancers who specialize in this art are even more so. Any practitioner of the six-color magic must reach the fifth level of cultivation to leave the apprenticeship and be officially recognized as a magician. A fifth-level necromancer can probably control dozens to a hundred spirits, and if they are undead creatures such as zombies or skeletons, there may be even more.

However, to be truly effective in the midst of a massive battle, a few dozen or even a few hundred zombies and skeletons are not very useful; at least a thousand are needed for tactical purposes. In other words, dozens of wizards would be required to control them.

The problem is that even in a large country like Alibuda, after rigorous screening, there are only a few dozen wizards with fifth-level cultivation, specializing in black magic, and serving in the military. This is even more true for smaller countries. Considering the cost, it's more efficient to form a special team dedicated to casting powerful, long-range spells rather than having them control an undead army. The

Golden Flower Federation is unparalleled in its power, but the Temple of Light is unlikely to actively promote the practice of black magic. Therefore, the strength of their military's black magic mages is probably not much better than ours. Looking across the land, only the Black Magic Nation of Ishtar boasts achievements in this area that surpass all other nations. Ishtar's wizards, inheriting the wisdom of their ancestors and possessing inexhaustible experimental materials, are treated with great respect by the state, diligently studying black magic. Generation after generation, each generation produces several high-ranking wizards of the sixth or even seventh level.

With their magical artifacts and personal cultivation, a sixth-level wizard can command hundreds to thousands of undead creatures. A single such wizard is enough to play a significant role on the battlefield. It's no wonder that in the past, when Ishtar's cavalry conquered other nations, wizards were always the commanders. Although Blood Nightmare proved with his own life that when misfortune strikes, even the most powerful magic cannot save a person, the Myriad Soul Banner he created still demonstrates Ishtar's exceptional magical skills.

However, ever since the Black Dragon King established his dominance in the East Sea, the Ishtar wizards have been unable to maintain their title as the "strongest" in black magic, considering it a great disgrace. Now, the appearance of the Undead Legion in the East Sea proves once again that Kurosawa Kazuo is not only exceptionally skilled personally, but also intends to create a black magic organization that surpasses Ishtar.

Considering the significance of this message, dozens of different pairs of eyes—worried, mocking, or gloating—were all focused on the Ishtar envoy.

"May I ask your honorable envoy, what is the size of that fleet?"

the Ishtar representative asked casually. Although the room was well-ventilated, beads of sweat on his pale forehead betrayed his true feelings.

"It's impossible to count, because most of them are composed of undead, plus zombies, skeletons… I estimate it's no less than ten thousand."

This answer completely shattered the Ishtar representative's hopes, causing him to slump into his chair, and making the faces of the assembled envoys look as if a dozen kings had all died at once.

A legion of ten thousand undead soldiers—how much magic power would it take to control them? It would require cultivation levels of at least the seventh level, perhaps even the five strongest beings. The Black Dragon King wouldn't lead an army himself, so a second powerful wizard must have appeared in the Black Dragon Society.

This news, enough to reshape the power structure of the land, changed the atmosphere of the entire meeting.

A thought flashed through my mind, recalling the colossal weapons used by the snake tribe in Youli. Logically, this should also be Ishtar's military secret. If I revealed it, the Ishtar people's expressions would be even more interesting. However, revealing this might get me into trouble. Since I didn't intend to face the Zoroastrian assassins, there was no need to cause trouble.

The Ishtar representative was deathly pale, muttering something to himself. I heard the sound clearly, but because I don't understand Ishtar, I didn't understand its meaning. When he recovered from his near-fainting state, he trembled and requested a recess, promising that within three days, a truly decisive envoy would arrive in Sara to determine Ishtar's position.

Ryan Buffett seemed deep in thought, struggling to make a decision; Leng Linglan, her expression grave, whispered instructions to her female subordinates behind her. These amusing reactions didn't escape my notice, yet I sensed no danger, only a feeling… that things were about to get interesting.

The most beautiful of the seven flowers, the Purple Narcissus, was finally about to make her official appearance. Just how beautiful and alluring she was, it was truly exciting to think about.

King Leng Qiji of Alibuda, as everyone knows, had no children, only three beautiful daughters, each with her own unique charm. How the throne would be passed on after his death was unknown.

Based on bloodline and ability, Leng Linglan was undoubtedly the rightful heir, especially since everyone could see her strong desire to succeed him. In Alibuda's history, there had been empresses who ruled, so a woman inheriting the throne wasn't entirely unbelievable.

However, His Majesty the King was notoriously distrustful of women's abilities, and a considerable number of civil and military officials opposed a woman ruling. Therefore, Leng Linglan's path to the throne was not as smooth as she had imagined.

The common people naturally supported a princess-general with both literary and military talent, strong practical abilities, and a history of bringing glory to the country, to ascend the throne—at least better than those incompetent nobles. But naturally, if Leng Linglan succeeded to the throne, she would implement reforms to elevate the status of women. Not only would she abolish brothels and brothels within Alibuda, but she might also explicitly prohibit concubinage. This would be tantamount to offending all the wealthy and powerful; who would want to support such a woman on the throne?

Faced with these unfavorable factors, Leng Linglan worked even harder, striving for opportunities to demonstrate her abilities and achieve feats that no one could dispute. This peace talks were an opportunity she absolutely could not afford to make a mistake.

Because of this, although I knew that Sister Yueying and she shared a deep sisterly bond, Leng Linglan had been busy visiting dignitaries from various countries these past few days and had little time to visit her long-lost elder sister.

That morning, after finishing her meeting with the Solancia envoy, Leng Linglan rushed over to visit her sister. Seeing Yueying and me chatting and laughing, she paused slightly, then openly expressed her disgust.

To argue with her and gain some verbal advantage would be easy for me, but it would also be the stupidest and most pointless thing to do. Besides, I didn't want to spoil Yueying's mood, so I immediately excused myself and left.

"Where are you going?"

Leng Linglan asked as we passed, as if trying to find fault with me. I replied calmly, "With the Second Princess here, her divine power is invincible, and all villains will flee. Why should others interfere? Let this humble general have a chance to slack off; you and the Eldest Princess can chat at your leisure." I

didn't address her as "First Lady" as proper, but as "Eldest Princess," which subtly implied my dissatisfaction with the royal family's attitude. Leng Linglan noticed this, her expression changed, and she was about to erupt, but I had already turned and left.

Leng Linglan's stay was short, which made me lament the lack of familial affection within the royal family. Leng Linglan and Yueying's relationship wasn't bad; however, for this capable second princess, she simply had "more important things"

to attend to. At least… this was much better than His Majesty the King. Since Yueying's return, aside from public appearances, her father hadn't had any contact with her.

Yueying, who disliked being in a luxurious carriage, politely declined the escort of the guards and sat under a large banyan tree by the roadside, casually wiping her sweat and seeking shade. Seeing me approach, she smiled gently.

"You're back. Actually, you could rest more… following this old woman around all day must be tiring, right?"

"What are you talking about, sister? You're joking again. You're not old at all!"

"I really am old. I'm already twenty-eight; I can't compare to young girls anymore."

People who maintain a cheerful disposition usually appear very young, and time had left almost no trace on Yueying's face. Approaching thirty, her delicate face and fair skin shone like wild cherry blossoms in early spring, slender and delicate, capturing the most brilliant moment of spring. The fragile feeling that made people want to protect and cherish her made it natural to regard her as a young girl under twenty.

Yueying is hailed as the most beautiful of the Four Heavenly Maidens, a title she truly deserves. The rapturous feeling she exudes when she smiles surpasses even that of the Dragon Maiden and Tianhe Xueqiong. Although I've never seen the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden, I'm certain there's no other celestial being in the world who can compare to Yueying.

"Sister, you look like you're only eighteen or nineteen. Ordinary women are envious of you. If you really want to reduce our burden, then come to places like this less often. It's crowded and the environment is complicated; it's very difficult to protect you."

Before her marriage, Yueying wasn't used to staying in the palace. Every day she would come out and take me to explore the countryside, listen to the people of Sara's stories, and play with the children. This personality remained unchanged twelve years later. When President Ryan attended meetings, she didn't want to stay alone in the residence; she always preferred to wander outside, neither riding in a carriage nor having her guards clear the way.

“I have hands and feet, why should I ride in a carriage? Daytime is when people work and are active; there’s no reason to sacrifice their convenience to accommodate my personal schedule.”

Sister Yueying had been away from the kingdom for twelve years. Most of the royal guards in Alibuda were unfamiliar with the princess’s personality. When they tried to curry favor with her as they usually did with important figures, they were immediately met with a cold shoulder.

The approachable Yueying enjoyed great support from the people, but for those serving as her guards, the thought of how many treacherous villains might mingle among the crowds and pass her by made their hearts pound with anxiety.

Fortunately, Yueying’s understanding reduced our workload. Considering our position, she changed into simple clothes for her walks, simply sitting under a tree by the roadside, watching the passersby and appreciating the true charm of Sara.

“By the way, sister, I heard that the Third Princess is studying at the Palace of Light. Have you seen her?”

Taking the opportunity, I asked about Xingmei’s whereabouts. Previously, I only knew she was sent to the Cihang Jingdian Palace to receive the education befitting a royal daughter, but her actual location was unclear. Logically, Xingmei should have been sent to the Golden Flower Federation to be under her sister's protection, but Yueying gave me an unexpected answer.

The training at the Temple of Light wasn't simply about studying and practicing at the main palace; it also included mandatory fieldwork. Those who valued martial arts had to secretly perform acts of chivalry or serve as international patrol officers like those in Japan; those who would take on political duties upon returning home would be assigned to administrative units for internships, transferring to another unit after two months; as for Xingmei, she joined a mobile medical team, heading to some remote border to perform medical work.

From this information, it seemed Xingmei and I wouldn't have a chance to meet for a while, and I had to pretend nothing was wrong in front of Yueying, not letting her know about Xingmei and me. Although she and Xingmei weren't born of the same mother, she doted on this little sister, and I didn't want to upset her over something like this.

“Sister, you’re so strange. Other ladies are busy attending social events and balls, but you, the First Lady, are neglecting the President and running off to enjoy yourself?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t often attend banquets in the Golden Flower Federation either. Every time I attend a banquet, I spend half a day getting ready, and in the end, my hair is heavy, and I feel heavy and tired. Besides, I feel out of place talking to the people there. I… don’t really like those kinds of occasions.”

Yueying smiled slightly and said, “Politics is Ryan’s stage. I’m by his side, and all I have to do is nod and smile. Sigh, if I could, who would want to live that kind of life? I’ve always thought that in the future, I want to build a small wooden house by a mirror-like lake, surrounded by a large field of lavender and lilies, so that there will be fragrance in all four seasons. When it snows in winter, I’ll light the fireplace and sew clothes and embroider shoes for my beloved man…”

Her voice was very soft, and towards the end, it sounded like a dream. Yueying seemed to be describing her own dream, her consciousness completely detached from reality.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I got lost in thought. You can look, but please don't laugh at me."

Yueying's absent-minded expression vanished in an instant, followed by her usual smile. When that sweet smile returned, the earlier strangeness seemed to have completely disappeared.

I doubted my eyes, but Yueying looked really odd, especially her ethereal expression, which reminded me of the occasional melancholy look she'd shown these past few days, as if she were lonely and isolated.

This made no sense. Yueying was born into royalty, pampered and cherished from birth. Nobles and commoners alike adored her. She was not only stunningly beautiful and flawlessly elegant, but also the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation. Her husband was heroic and powerful, and their marriage was deeply devoted. In some ways, she was practically a goddess descended to earth, the envy of countless women.

But why did Yueying, who should be surrounded by happiness, occasionally show such an expression? Could it be… like many aristocratic and political figures, Ryan Buffett, who focused solely on his career, neglecting his family and leaving his beloved wife, Yueying, lonely and miserable for over a decade?

Thinking of the implications, I suddenly felt uneasy, and a powerful urge to do something surged within me.

Unlike before, this time I wasn't worried about my close sister like I would a family member; it was simply a feeling of protectiveness towards a woman. I felt that if a man had such a woman as his wife but couldn't give her happiness, he deserved to die.

Of course, I had never felt this protectiveness towards women before, so my feelings were complex. Besides tenderness and affection, a stronger possessive desire almost immediately filled my mind. Without thinking, I reached out, nearly touching Yueying's snowy shoulder.

However, reason timely suppressed the desire, allowing me to withdraw my hand beforehand, avoiding an awkward situation and preventing her from noticing my inappropriateness.

Twelve years have passed, and many things have changed. Compared to before, I can do many things, but acting rashly without first figuring things out will only lead to regrets. For now, I should suppress these desires...

I quietly glanced at Yueying's profile, admiring her beautiful face, using this to calm the turmoil in my chest, and put on a harmless smile.

Sigh, after all... I'm not a child anymore.

After completing the mission that day, I took Yueying back to the residence in the evening, and then took care of some official business. It was already very late when I got home. I was just thinking about whether to release myself in Xue's pink buttocks tonight when I was suddenly stopped.

Being taken to the palace by guards directly under His Majesty the King in the middle of the night to receive a secret mission was really strange, especially since this time I didn't even have to wait outside. I was taken directly to the royal study to meet the King, who was waiting there alone.

His Majesty the King didn't explain why he summoned me so late at night. He simply chatted casually, asking if I had been in contact with my father, how I was doing, and mentioning that although my grandfather and the late king were ruler and subject, they were close friends. He also said he was friends with my eccentric father and told me not to be reserved, to treat him as an uncle

from a long-standing family. He then praised my hard work and achievements, saying that he was very pleased that his old friend had such a son, and that Alibuda had such a wise minister. Although these words were ordinary, the feeling of an "uncle" I hadn't seen for over ten years suddenly having a casual chat with me was extremely eerie. I couldn't help but secretly glance out the window, worried that the old scene of someone throwing a cup and then five hundred axemen rushing in to dismember me would

unfold. Perhaps because my expression was so unpleasant, after praising my extraordinary courage, His Majesty the King finally revealed his divine will.

"John, though you are young, I know you are the most loyal and righteous man in our country. Your loyalty to the royal family and your courage and benevolence are unmatched. Today, I have a matter weighing on my mind, and I wonder who can shoulder this heavy responsibility and share my burden?"

Sigh... You're glaring at me as you speak, how could I possibly recommend Uncle Oren? If I refuse here, there will be more than five hundred executioners rushing out.

"Your Majesty flatters me. I am unworthy of such praise. My life has only known loyalty to the country and sharing Your Majesty's burdens. If there is any task I can accomplish, it would be my greatest honor."

"Well said. John Farrell, I have a secret mission for you."

The King's voice suddenly softened, as if he were speaking with great worry.

"My eldest daughter, Leng Yueying, is my precious darling. I recently received news that her marriage to that man, Ryan Buffett, is a heartless scoundrel, causing her immense suffering. I am heartbroken. I hereby entrust you with the task of rescuing Princess Yueying by any means necessary."

"Ah?!"

Author's Note:

I originally wanted to be lazy and skip the end credits this time, but there are a few things I need to explain. The most important of these is Uncle Mao's outfit.

*Final Fantasy*, translated as *Space Warrior* in Taiwan, is a fantastic game. Last year, while playing the tenth installment, I became fascinated by one character—Uncle Auron—whose speech and charisma were simply too cool. I immediately decided to use that outfit in *Alibuda*.

*Alibuda* has now entered the Sara arc, reaching its ninth chapter. I cherish the quality of this work, but I'm a little disappointed with its sales figures, because as an 18+ work, distribution and sales are not easy.

When Color was first established, we hoped to follow the regulations and honestly abide by the rating system, selling books under the guise of "18+" to adults over 18. However, in Taiwan, this is a ridiculous and tragic situation. Clearly selling books under the "18+" label isn't obeying the law; it's a provocation against law enforcement.

If public servants were diligent, they wouldn't be public servants. Perhaps one day in the future, when a legislator questions why the market is flooded with erotic novels, public servants eager to exercise their power won't spend time searching for works that are misleadingly labeled, but will simply grab a few books explicitly labeled "18+" to fulfill their quota. Because the cover has "18+" printed on it, they'll immediately admit it, making interrogation easier.

Isn't that ironic?

Well, thank you all very much for your support, allowing this work to reach its ninth installment. Those interested can try playing the FF series games; it's truly a great experience. Also, thank you again to Mr. Duanmu for designing the women's clothing for Alibaba.

As for your thoughts, just tell me your first impression after reading it; that's enough.

I don't need meaningless pushes and upvotes... I never have.

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