Super Righteous Player
Chapter 942 - 475: Even I Am Yours (Third Update)

Chapter 942: Chapter 475: Even I Am Yours (Third Update)

"I also know that the people from the South are problematic."

Annan pleaded, "But my mind has matured already. I won’t provoke anyone down there, and I won’t learn any bad habits from them."

"But you are only fifteen years old!"

Salvatore exclaimed, "If you must go, then take me with you! There are too many things down there that you shouldn’t see... and it’s too dangerous for you!

"There are even people who sell young boys, just like you..."

"Like me, they would not be able to defeat."

Annan looked helpless.

Winter had never used eunuchs—in Winter, where newborns were scarce, castrating others was a major sin, equivalent to murder.

If it happened during a street fight—due to Winter’s pub culture, street fights were not uncommon—but fighting was just fighting; if one were to crush someone’s "chickens and eggs," then that sin was immensely grave.

Perhaps in Noah, it would merely be considered "causing disability"... but in Winter, it equaled the felony of "killing a child," even more severe than ordinary murder.

If the injury could not heal and the individual had no offspring beforehand, it could even be treated as a "crime of extermination."

Whereas in the United Kingdom, the situation was completely reversed.

On Earth’s terms, the United Kingdom would be considered to be "half a step into the subtropics," not as cold as Winter. While it had a vast population, the country’s size was quite small.

Dennisiowa and Feld Archipelago combined were not as big as the entirety of Noah.

What’s more, for those in the United Kingdom, "Dennisiowa people" and "Feld Archipelago people" were viewed as two distinct concepts, a divide even more severe than Noah’s "city folk and country folk."

Even a beggar from Dennisiowa could disdain the fishermen, teachers of the Feld Archipelago because they lived in "the most civilized world in the entire world."

And yet, within this "most civilized" Kingdom of Dennisiowa, the eunuch system still existed.

There were two main types of eunuchs in the United Kingdom.

One kind was as slaves to the great nobles, castrated to take care of their wives and concubines—the King, of course, counted as part of the "great nobles."

In the United Kingdom, within the "Dennisiowa Privy Council," the highest authority, there were three levels—Advisory Council, Committee Council, and Membership Council, which largely corresponded to the upper and lower houses of Parliament.

Only nobles from the Committee Council level were permitted to use eunuchs. Otherwise, it was an "excessive" illegal act.

The other type came from the Yawen Church.

One school of thought believed that impure relations between men and women could tarnish a person’s soul and body, as their life’s continuation and the body’s instincts scattered their focus and energy, used for nurturing offspring and sustaining life.

Thus, some artists aspiring for "artistic perfection" performed the "Sacred Castration Ritual" on their offspring, ensuring that from birth, they never got distracted by trivial matters outside of their careers, nor sought to please others—since the continuation of life was cut off, they could burn brightly, igniting a flame to create "monumental works not forgotten by the world."

Among these people, some even more extreme ones would shave off all their body hair; or wear masks their entire lives, or go unclothed and wear handcuffs, using such methods to isolate themselves from the outside world.

They had to rigorously perform Yawen’s protection rituals, continuously healing their spirits, keeping themselves from being driven mad while maintaining a calm and keen mind.

They called themselves "the Heartless."

And indeed, from among the Heartless, many great artists had emerged.

However, this method of "fast-tracking to become artists" was considered a Twisted action by people from other countries. Many referred to them derogatively as "castrated chickens."

The "Beardless Courtiers" serving the King were a group of Heartless groomed by the Church specifically for "political art," chosen by Princes to grow up with and—once the Prince ascended to the throne—become the Beardless Courtiers.

The King might not need to understand anything, but the Beardless Courtiers must understand everything.

This led to the Beardless Courtiers holding even more power than the King.

Essentially, this was similar to Noah’s "proxy system," where the Church, in turn, controlled the royal decision-making.

And as for the slave eunuchs, they too aspired to be like the Heartless, thus mimicking their every move. But lacking talent, they were not purified by Yawen, instead often becoming mad or perverse.

Nevertheless, Yawen remained indifferent.

He watched everything from the sidelines, scoffing at the many injustices and making cutting remarks, yet he would not make any change.

He would just silently watch them either self-destructing...or being reborn. Because in this process, he invested no emotional effort, nor did he take any side.

For Yawen, to allow this "sinful dynasty" to hatch as much beauty as possible was already a profitable feat.

Even acts of ugliness, when they become part of history, are enough to warn future generations.

Among the twelve True Gods, Yawen was known as one of the most indifferent toward mortals. His scolding and ranting at those "embryonic artists" was not an act of educational hope for their growth, but criticism from his heart.

However, his critique was never biased due to his own position and limited abilities. He would never swear or insult others either.

He would not suppress newcomers, nor fail to comprehend—even delusional art or a madman’s fantasy would be fully understood by Yawen. Then, in a way that the other could comprehend, he would ruthlessly point out their flaws.

But because of this, it hurt all the more.

Due to Yawen’s "overly accurate criticism," there were numerous artists who cursed and went mad or committed suicide.

That was unquestionably a most fair criticism...and those who weren’t cursed to such an extent by him were basically on the verge of becoming gods themselves.

"I definitely need to return to Winter before going to the United Kingdom."

Annan replied, "I’ll only leave once the political situation in Winter stabilizes—at least for an excuse, just like now. A state visit, perhaps."

And Annan silently planned in his heart...when he truly needed to go to the United Kingdom.

He could take someone along with him.

A genius painter he had once encountered by chance.

Nigel Elliott.

Seeing Salvatore still unconvinced, vehemently wanting to discuss "how corrupt the people of the United Kingdom are," Annan hastily looked toward Kafney and changed the subject, "But before that, I need to talk to the Eldest Princess.

"What she has done should cost her—The Silver Baron Church will stand by your side.

"This isn’t the Silver Baron meddling in politics...but that she has gone too far, and even the Silver Baron can’t stand it anymore."

"Which means?"

Kafney, who was watching the excitement, suddenly looked puzzled.

"That’s right," Annan said firmly, ignoring Salvatore beside him—who was going crazy, gesturing "look at me, be serious,"—and confidently told Kafney, "You have already won."

"I really don’t feel it at all."

Kafney was somewhat bewildered.

She hadn’t even done anything yet had inexplicably come out on top.

And all of it was thanks to Annan.

She tilted her head, gradually firming up her resolve.

"Regardless, this country has a part of me and a part of you."

She grabbed Annan’s hand and earnestly said, "Your contributions to Noah are no less than mine.

"This nation is mine now...but it will also be yours in the future."

—And moreover, all that I have is yours.

Kafney gazed at Annan, her lips barely moving, making such a suggestive gesture.

Annan clearly understood.

He turned his head awkwardly, pressing his lips together, unsure how to respond—as if invisible ears were flopping down limply.

Kafney kept her eyes focused on him, smiling tranquilly.

There was another sentence she didn’t shape with her lips.

Instead, she silently recited in her heart:

My lord.

Even I belong to you—

—And you will belong to me as well.

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