In the luxurious palace, a royal steward wearing a wig was walking in the corridor leading to the emperor's bedroom with a serious expression on his face.
There were a few people following behind him. Some of them had the same solemn expression. Every one of them had an austere look on their stern faces.
The soldiers in the corridor wanted to stop the royal steward, but he just glared at them.
In Gevra, the royal steward had a very high status. He couldn't touch anything related to politics, but he had the power to deal with the internal affairs of the palace, second only to the emperor.
This was some of the experience that the Gevra royal family had accumulated over a long period of time. In the past, there were a few emperors who were, in a sense, controlled by the royal steward. There was even a rumor that the empress was pregnant with the steward's child, and the throne was almost stolen by a bastard.
Collusion between the royal family and the royal family happened many times. Later on, after the royal family regained their power, they changed some rules and restricted the potential of the royal family's steward to the minimum. At the same time, to avoid irreversible consequences if something happened that they couldn't handle in time, all the royal family's stewards had to be chosen from the royal family members.
In other words, the royal steward was most likely the emperor's uncle or brother. Even if that day came, the throne and power of the royal family would not fall into the hands of outsiders.
At the same time, the emperor would have more trust in the steward that he personally appointed, and the relationship between them would be better and more stable.
At the end of the corridor, the royal steward pushed open the door of the emperor's bedroom. In the huge bedroom, the emperor was lying on the velvet bed, sleeping soundly. The room was very warm.
In order to provide a comfortable environment for the emperor, there were many pure copper pipes on the walls and floor of the room. Hot steam constantly flowed through the copper pipes, making the whole room as warm as spring.
The emperor was covered with a thin quilt, and his chest was moving up and down slowly and rhythmically, indicating that he was still sleeping.
The soldiers outside the door wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything when the steward looked at them. In the end, they could only stay silent.
The butler slowly closed the door of the dormitory. The heavy and soundproof door completely cut off the connection between the dormitory and the outside world. The soldiers standing outside the door looked at each other and sighed silently. They knew what was going to happen.
Since the end of the war, there had been some voices of dissatisfaction with the Emperor within the royal family. They had spent too much wealth in the war, but they had not received enough in return. Many of the royal family members, nobles, and ministers had spent more than half of their wealth.
In addition to the adjustment of the country's development direction after the war, Amelia became a rapidly developing region, and the domestic development began to slow down. This made the members of the royal family, including the nobles and ministers, very dissatisfied.
They believed that the reason why the emperor wanted to create this enclave was not to get rid of the current "island dilemma" of Guevra. This was a theory put forward by a domestic scholar. He believed that Guevra's biggest problem was that it was an isolated island country. If they lost the war, the flames of war would spread to Guevra's mainland, and then Guevra would have the possibility of being destroyed.
When the war developed to that stage, it was clear that the Guevara People were no match for the enemy. What awaited them was only destruction.
However, some people believed that these were all decisions made by the Emperor for some purpose, and that he didn't really … want to do that.
After the naval battle between Gaffra and the Confederation lost, all kinds of discontent unexpectedly subsided. It was not that these people began to understand the emperor's thoughts and actions. Instead, it was that the conflicts that were relatively simple started to develop and accumulate. Some people even believed that the current difficulties and challenges that Gaffra was facing originated from the emperor's arrogance.
This sharp conflict did not manifest itself, but everyone could feel its existence. This year, the Emperor would roar at the Ruler's Hall every few days. A few years ago, he wouldn't even roar more than a few times a year.
He was also very anxious, but he did not have any good solutions. All the problems had not been solved.
Sometimes people didn't care how much you could do, they only cared about whether you did it or not. But now, in the eyes of the people, the Emperor seemed to have done nothing.
In the room, the butler walked to the bedside. The Emperor was still in a deep sleep, and it seemed that he did not feel the situation around him at all.
The butler picked up the glass on the bedside table. There was some unfinished wine in it. He sniffed the mouth of the glass. It was a strong liquor. In addition to the glass, there was also a bottle of pills. It was medicine that helped the Emperor sleep.
It could be seen that the Emperor of Guevra was suffering from insomnia … probably.
The people who came in with the supervisor placed their belongings on the table. Someone took out a piece of tarpaulin and spread it on the ground. Another person took out a round tube that was more than a foot long from a box and screwed it onto a larger machine. Then, he pressed a few buttons to find a switch that could be turned.
After they finished all the preparations, the butler's face had a trace of a satisfied smile. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
It was 4: 45 in the morning. It was also the quietest time in the Guevra Kingdom. Even the girls who sold happiness outside were about to go to sleep.
This was also the darkest time of the day, but the butler believed that as long as this moment passed, dawn would soon come.
"Let's begin!"
He ordered and moved to the side to prevent some things from splashing on his body. His clothes were not cheap, and he liked them very much.
An ordinary-looking man in his thirties followed the butler into the Emperor's bedroom. He raised the weapon in his hand and aimed it at the Emperor, who was still sleeping soundly. The long black pipe was dark, as if it was hiding something terrifying.
The next second, a sound that definitely did not belong to this place, nor should it appear here, rang out. It was a section of Merisco's Fourth Symphony called "Resistance".
The music was full of struggles and shouts in the face of oppression, anger and resistance in the face of fate. The rhythm was very fast and full of power!
The moment the sound rang out, the Emperor's chest began to rise and fall violently. The butler looked at him with a proud smile on his face. He knew that the Emperor was awake and pretending to be asleep, so he waved his hand, and the orchestra played even harder.
In the end, the Emperor couldn't take it anymore. Playing this kind of symphony in a place that was much bigger than an ordinary bedroom, but countless times smaller than an opera hall was definitely not a comfortable thing.
It was impossible for him to pretend to be asleep!
He was angry and irritable. Before the sun rose, he was forcefully awakened from his beautiful dream. He picked up the half-empty bottle of wine at the bedside and threw it in the direction of the sound.
Fortunately, the manager was already prepared. Two musicians nimbly blocked the wine bottle.
The wine in the bottle that fell to the ground flowed freely, but there was no need to worry. The carpet would not be affected by the tarpaulin that had been laid out before.
"I'm going to kill you all!"
The Emperor sat up abruptly, grabbed his hair and roared, "Damn it, it's not even five o 'clock yet!"
He was a little hysterical when he woke up, and kept punching the air around him. However, the orchestra was still playing. At first, they were a little scared, but now they were numb. Anyway, it was just talk.
Even when the Emperor said that he was going to kill them, they played even harder than before!
"Ahhhhh … Can you … let me sleep a little longer?"
Seeing that it was useless to be violent, the Emperor began to soften. "Half an hour, dear brother, just half an hour!"
The butler shook his head. He was the Emperor's biological brother. From the beginning, he knew that he was not cut out to be the Emperor. There was nothing to be dissatisfied about. At least he would not be like his other brothers and sisters, most of whom were killed by his younger brother.
At least he still had a good job now, and he could still gain the respect of people.
Perhaps it was one of his pleasures to make the Emperor unhappy.
"No, Your Majesty!"
"You have to go to the gym before five o 'clock to exercise for 30 minutes, and then deal with the documents that were sent in last night. At 6: 20 in the morning, you have to wake up the princes, princesses, and empress. At 6: 45, you have to have breakfast in the dining hall. At 7: 30, the Foreign Affairs Minister will talk to you about work. At 8: 30, you have to appear on the walls of the palace and return the greetings to the ordinary people who visit …"
The Emperor, who was sitting on the bed, sighed. He had accepted his fate.
When the butler saw this, he knew that the wake-up service was over. He made a stop gesture, and the band stopped. Then they dismantled the instruments and were about to leave.
The Emperor, who was sitting on the bed, began to get used to it. He complained, "Why didn't I be a fatuous ruler?"
He looked at his brother. "Or be a tyrant. That way, at least you won't wake me up at 4: 45!"
The butler walked to another door and pressed a button on it. Then he looked at the Emperor. "You can do that, but will you?"
The next second, the door opened, and two … well, at least 100 kilograms of servants squeezed out of the door. They held brushes in their hands and bared their teeth at the Emperor. "Your Majesty, please take a bath!"
This was definitely not a morning that anyone would like. The Emperor felt like a boat that could capsize at any time in a storm.
When he had just ascended the throne, in order to not become a fatuous ruler, a tyrant, he had replaced all the beautiful maids in the palace with these heavy ones.
For this reason, the subjects of the whole country enthusiastically praised him as the most outstanding ruler in history. But now that he thought about it, he was really a f * cking idiot. Instead of torturing others, he tormented himself.
Just as he was thinking about these trivial things, a servant looked at him with a smile. "Your Majesty, do you want to search the bird's nest?"