Chapter 1450: The Stolen Country's Posthumous Child, The New Caliph_2

“This is… aimed at me!

Those cursed by the Ghost Hand Dagger are doomed to meet the outcome foretold by the Curser.

If this Vassago reveals my future, then I… wait, why would the Queen look at something like this???”

But as he thought of this, preparing to grab the book from his wife’s hand.

He suddenly noticed the ancient texts all began to move, countless small black hands extended from the pages, slowly reaching towards him.

Louis XI tried to dodge but found himself paralyzed as if caught in a nightmare, unable to move his body or even take his gaze off the pages.

Helplessly watching as those small hands spread across his body, onto his face.

He then attempted to use his Kingly Title [Spider King] to connect with the Iris Kingdom’s Royal Iron Law, but realized that this chapel had somehow silently unfolded into a Divine Domain.

It had long secretly severed his connection to the Law Network, and its permissions were even higher than his!

Only a Saint could accomplish this!

Even though this was the Royal Capital of the Valois Royal Family, upon realizing something was amiss, he could reopen the blockade in no more than half a minute.

But combined, this series of discrepancies was enough to make him aware of the gravity of the situation.

Unable to suppress his fear, he cried out in panic:

“Anna, what have you done to me? This sort of joke is not funny.”

The beautiful Queen, however, picked up a knife and fork, leisurely eating a rare and somewhat bloody steak on the table, revealing a horrified smile stained with blood:

“No, my dear Majesty, this is not a joke.

A fertile land, if you do not cultivate it, naturally someone else will, and now that the harvest season has arrived, you are completely useless.”

She gently caressed her belly, removed the Miracle Object ring she had been wearing, and shed her disguise.

Then she revealed a belly that was highly protruded, at least ten months pregnant, ready to give birth at any moment!

Louis XI incredulously widened his eyes, both eyes turning red, and shouted angrily at her:

“You… betrayed me? Tell me, whose bastard is this?”

Queen Anna did not answer him; instead, the groom of this wedding, the Count of Angouleme, stepped forward to embrace the Queen’s slender shoulders.

Disregarding the presence of others, he kissed the Queen’s rosy lips.

Whose child was in the Queen’s belly was now self-evident.

Buzz——!

At any feast, the King is always the center, and the commotion here had long attracted attention from others, causing a stir in the hall.

Another brother-in-law of Louis XI, Marquis Dominique, abruptly stood up and loudly reprimanded:

“Dare to insult the Royal Family! Are you planning a coup…”

Before he could finish speaking.

A servant behind him suddenly pulled out a dagger and fiercely stabbed into his back.

The Marquis was himself a Third Order [Treasure Guardian], and upon attack, the Golden Armor he carried with him activated automatically, but the dagger, which had been pre-coated with a Demon Break effect, pierced through without generating any defense.

“Ah——!”

Seeing a dead body, the screaming in the hall intensified.

However, the screams quickly turned into cries of agony.

Every member of the Valois Royal Family and the Protestant Alliance who attended the wedding had long been targeted.

Assassination plans tailored to their Extraordinary professions and unobscured professional abilities were formulated beforehand.

In just a few breaths, most people had fallen tragically into a pool of blood.

Old men, men, women, children… without exception.

“No——!”

“Mommy, save me!”

Even Princess Charlotte Maggo, the “prop bride” used to gather all relatives, had her throat sealed by a sword.

Because she was extraordinarily beautiful, her body still twitching, she was dragged by two Transcendents from the Orthodox Alliance into a nearby chamber with sinister smiles.

Soon, the sound of tearing clothes was heard.

Byron’s [Key of Omniscience] had actually received a piece of news earlier that seemed like mere gossip:

“…Louis XI, about to inherit the Iris Throne, is rumored to be so fond of male company that he feels nauseous upon seeing women, much to the Royal Family’s headache.

The news was tightly sealed, and the Queen Consort Presumptive, who washes her face with tears day after day, is brewing a big plan (Chapter 508).”

Evidently, this was the full picture of that plan.

The conditions for succession to the throne were basically fulfilled.

In the Queen’s belly was a “posthumous child” of Louis XI; as long as all members of the Valois Royal Family were dead, who would know that Louis XI had a preference for men and encountered difficulties with fertility?

And the Count of Angouleme, as a distant branch of the Valois Royal Family, will naturally become Regent King, wielding actual power in the Iris Kingdom!

Supporting the orphan and the widow in ruling the country, on the stage during the day, in bed at night.

With external forces like the Orthodox Church, Netherlands Protectorate Duke Cromwell, and Pyrenees Empire in support, they will smoothly become the new masters of this country.

Theoretically, even Byron’s claim of succession must be subordinate to this “posthumous child.”

Being illegitimate does not matter.

If Juana of Castilia can, this posthumous child naturally can as well.

Compared to Byron arduously defeating the White Rose York Family in the Throne War, the Count of Angouleme, who gained the support of the Remit People, is the true “Stolen Country.”

Stealing this nation from the Valois Royal Family.

With his entire family dead, and his wife’s pregnancy not his own, Louis XI looked helplessly at the royal blood staining his eyes.