Dragon Raja: History Simulator

Page 12

Who can bear the consequences of internal strife within the Secret Party, especially when it involves the party's six most senior elders? Once a purge is launched, regardless of whether a traitor is found, the Secret Party will be severely weakened, a fact that no one wants to face.

What if something was actually found out?

Do we have to start an internal conflict first to completely split the Secret Service?

Some of the people even harbored unspoken thoughts: if it was confirmed that the Dragon King controlled the family of an elder of a secret society, did that mean that even if the war to slay the dragon failed, they would still have room to surrender?

All those who were able to take their seats were intelligent people, and they quickly grasped the crux of the matter, causing the previously silent atmosphere to become strange.

Frost hadn't finished speaking; he was still sneering. He didn't want the Secret Service to fall into internal strife, so he turned his attention to Angers.

He pointed to the only empty seat on the long table. That seat should have belonged to an elder of the Secret Party, but since the establishment of Kassel, the members of the board of directors have changed generation after generation, and the vacant seat has never been filled.

“I would like to ask you all, who is this Secret Party elder? Has anyone seen his true face? If there really is such a traitor within the Secret Party, then in my opinion it can only be him, right, Angers?” Frost stared at the silent Angers, pressing him aggressively. “For all these years you have ordered this vacant seat to be kept, but you have never told us its true purpose.”

Frost defined it this way: "You've kept too much from us. The Secret Service has never needed an emperor."

Now, even Elizabeth Laurent looked at Angers with a more questioning gaze.

Angers smiled helplessly. "Gentlemen, weren't we discussing the Dragon King?"

Every meeting of the Secret Party is like this: it begins with lofty ideals about the fate of humanity and world planning, but before it even ends, it devolves into a power struggle and mutual attacks, without exception.

Does internal strife lead to the downfall of a nation? Even the downfall of a nation requires internal strife.

This has been true throughout history and across the world.

The middle-aged head of the Frings family said calmly, "The Dragon King's matter is important, but the internal affairs of the Secret Party are also urgent. Angers, now is the time for you to give us an explanation."

Pope Benedict XVI also looked at Angers. Although he did not kick him while he was down, he still acted in unison. The head of the Laurent family did not speak, nor did the head of the Göttingen family. The two girls did not continue to put pressure on Angers, but they did not object to the topic either.

Angers at this time has not yet achieved the prestige of completely slaughtering a dragon king and obtaining a complete dragon bone cross, nor does he have the ability to subdue everyone.

In the original storyline, this event of Angers "forcing his way out" would not occur until a full year later. At that time, Angers would have the immense prestige to bury the Bronze and Fire Dragon King and could forcibly maintain the balance with his own prestige. However, he is unable to do so now—if he does not want the Secret Society to split internally first.

So he spread his hands and gave a very standard French military salute. "Well, gentlemen, I will tell you what you want to know."

He recounted it all to everyone in detail:

"As everyone knows, a hundred years ago, one of the elder seats in the Secret Society was held by the Romanov family. We followed an ancient agreement, much like how the Roman emperor was once allowed to enter the Secret Society's inner circle. The Tsar, as the gendarme of Europe, was also a staunch ally of the Secret Society. However..."

Chapter 24 Doomsday Faction

“Ninety years ago, the crown fell, and the Romanov dynasty collapsed,” Elizabeth Laurent said softly. As a French noblewoman, she felt this most deeply. During the Bourbon dynasty, the Laurent family was a very important ducal family. As Napoleon raised his gun, the Grand Duchess could only watch as her family lost its title.

Angers nodded and continued, "After the collapse of the Romanov dynasty, they lost even the complete heritage of their own family. Their family members had no place to stand in the newly established country."

The elders of the Secret Party were all indifferent, not caring about the tragic fate of their former colleagues. The dead are gone, and they were now more concerned about the new colleagues who replaced them but never showed up.

At this point, Angers suddenly changed the subject, steer the discussion in another direction: "In 1909, the Peruvian Party split, which was another major loss for the party since the Summer of Mourning in 1900. In just ten years, the Peruvian Party suffered two major blows, and this ancient organization almost disappeared from history. In fact, the consequences of the Peruvian Party split were even more severe than those of the Summer of Mourning."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The Summer Mourning incident cost the Secret Party an entire generation, wiping out its core strength. Without a doubt, at that time, all the mixed-race families were saying, "The Secret Party has lost its future." In addition, the rightful successor of the Secret Party, the Dragon Slayer Menek Cassel, perished together with the invading Dragon King, and the Cassel family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, never recovered.

However, compared to the split within the Secret Party, even the Summer Mourning Incident became an acceptable fact. In the 1909 split within the Secret Party, half of the newly emerging elites betrayed the party and called themselves the "Doomsday Faction." They did not believe that humanity could defeat the Dragon King and hoped to build a last stronghold that would allow humanity to continue to survive even after its defeat.

Ten years later, the Soviet Union was established. Forty years later, the influence of the Peruvian Party was completely excluded from half of Europe. It was not until eighty-two years later that the Peruvian Party, or rather the Russian branch of the Kassel Institute, was re-established.

However, less than a year after its establishment, the Russian branch was once again on the verge of bankruptcy.

It can be said that the schism of the Secret Party in 1909 made the party's rule shaky for the next century, and the rule over mixed-race societies and the control over human society that had been established over the past three hundred years with the Industrial Revolution were all out of control.

In comparison, the Summer of Mourning in 1900 only resulted in the deaths of a generation of young people.

The painful price paid must still haunt the elders of the new era of the Secret Party. Among the elders present, only Angers had experienced it all in its entirety.

Frost seemed to remember something, his pupils contracting. "Angers, you mean..."

“That’s right, just as you think. The last seat in the Secret Party belongs to the Doomsday Faction. This is the consequence of the compromise we made back then, and it hasn’t changed even after the Romanov family was destroyed,” Angers stared at Frost. “You, me, and everyone here, I don’t think anyone wants to reignite the Cold War. No one can afford to pay that price.”

Frost wanted to say something more, but he slumped down. Angers was right. The Gattuso family’s enormous wealth came from stable world trade and globalization. Italy alone could not support the Gattuso family’s business and its dominant position in the Secret Service.

And if he were to take back the power that belonged to the Doomsday Faction and push them too far, no one knows what might happen.

Most of the elders of the Secret Service were prominent European families. Although they had some investments in the United States, their homeland remained their foundation. No one wanted Europe to become a bridgehead for war again, so the elders tacitly avoided the topic.

Finally, Benedict XVI, the eldest of the elders besides Angers, gave the definition: "Those who have received God's love should love others as Christ's example of self-sacrificing love." He looked at everyone and said softly, "I think none of you elders here are war fanatics, and you all support the peaceful life that God has given us."

The secret society elders remained silent. They were not afraid of war or preferred peace; they were simply afraid that war would happen to them.

After this "coup," Angers' status actually rose instead of fell. Only then did these rentiers realize just how deep Angers' control over the Secret Party was. They, the elders, only learned about such a crucial matter concerning the life and death of the Secret Party now.

At the age of twenty-two, Angers entered the power center of the Secret Party, and at twenty-nine, he became an elder of the Secret Party. For the next hundred years, the huge Secret Party was under his control, and no one knew how many cards he was hiding in the dark.

Most notably, Frost's fear of him deepened.

"Everyone, I think we should now return to our original topic: that S-level specialist named Chu Tianjiao and the Black King's Egg, which should perhaps belong to the academy."

Upon hearing Angers' words, he immediately saw intense greed in everyone's eyes.

"Very good, this is exactly what I want," Angers thought to himself, but a touch of sadness rose in his heart. How could he accomplish the great task of slaying dragons with these insects?

However, at 130 years old, he no longer possessed the melancholy of youth and quickly rallied. Looking at the others, he said sincerely:

"I hope that everyone will do their utmost to control the weapons they have privately possessed, especially nuclear weapons. In the worst-case scenario, it is better to keep them locked in warehouses than to let any of them leak out. We must also do our utmost to monitor other nuclear-armed countries and organizations."

Seeing the solemn looks in everyone's eyes, Angers finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was the reason why he convened the council of elders despite the unfavorable situation for him. Now that it was confirmed that the Dragon King had been resurrected and was roaming outside, his first priority was to ensure his own survival.

Nuclear bombs cannot harm dragons. Dragon blood is a poison comparable to nuclear radiation, so how could pure-blooded dragons, whose bodies are full of dragon blood, be afraid of them? Furthermore, pure-blooded dragons who possess space technology like that of Nibelungen can ignore the high temperature at the very center of a nuclear bomb. It cannot be said that nuclear weapons pose no threat to dragons, but under normal circumstances, they are indeed not a significant threat.

Nuclear bombs cannot destroy the dragon race, but they can destroy all of humanity's modern achievements, returning it to the Middle Ages. Humans are a race that excels at killing each other, far surpassing the dragon race.

Angers scratched his head and rang the bell in front of him again. "Finally, I will personally go to that small town and have a good talk with our future students and current allies to see if we can uncover the secret behind it, take back our property from the Dragon King, and try to kill that dragon."

Hilbert Jean Angers, the principal of Kassel College and leader of the Secret Service, suddenly turned sharp and intimidating.

Chapter 25 Showdown

Meanwhile, in a small town in southern China, almost across the entire Eurasian continent.

Six days have passed since Chu Tianjiao's affair was exposed.

Inside the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the Regent Hotel, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a gray city, the sky so overcast it seems ready to burst into rain, and the interior is filled with a silent, stifling heat.

"Senior brother..."

A plaintive, desolate voice gently broke the silence of the room.

Xia Mi looked at Wang Anzhi, who was sitting at his desk, engrossed in reading a book on the fall of Rome, and couldn't help but let out a sigh that sounded like that of a wronged woman who had been abandoned.

I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears, lamenting the many hardships I have endured.

"Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

She originally thought that after facing Odin's attack, her senior brother would reveal the secret to her, but to her surprise, six days passed and Wang Anzhi remained silent, leaving the Dragon Girl speechless.

what is this?

This is like taking advantage of someone and then denying everything!

Finally, the Dragon King, who always considered himself shrewd, could no longer tolerate it and no longer wanted to continue this drama that both sides knew about.

"Junior sister, what do you want me to tell you?" Wang Anzhi looked up from the pages of the book. The time for the history simulator to restart was approaching, and he wanted to review this history recorded by humankind one last time.

But even he couldn't ignore the flawless girl in front of him. Looking at Xia Mi, who was hopping around on tiptoe with her bare feet as if she were practicing dancing, his gaze met the pair of golden eyes that had quietly lit up in the dim light, and he asked her a question.

"Are you asking if your dance moves are beautiful? Well, I can say with certainty that they are indeed very beautiful."

Xia Mi tiptoed, her feet light and graceful, her slender arches taut like a crescent moon, her bare ankles exquisite and translucent, each subtle movement carrying a natural rhythm.

It was as if she were practicing some ancient dance steps, or stretching her body. Every movement perfectly outlined the graceful curves of the girl's figure, leaving a breathtaking reflection in the huge mirror formed by the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Even Wang Anzhi, who had served as the emperor of the Western Roman Empire, found it difficult to find anything discordant in this dance. Of course, what pleased him even more was that it was the dance of the king of the earth and mountains, and the psychological enjoyment alone was enough to make him fascinated.

This is an exquisite dance, and also the most deadly dance.

The ultimate authority held by the King of Earth and Mountains, the Word of Power, Shiva's Dance of Karma, is presented in such a beautiful form and as a symbol of death.

Xia Mi gracefully glided across the floor, traversing the entire hotel room. The girl's slender toes lightly touched the ground, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.

She spun around, stretching out her arms, her graceful figure drawing a beautiful arc in the huge glass window mirror. It was not an ordinary dance, but the flow of scalding dragon blood beneath her elegant attire, the silent prelude to death.

Fortunately, this was the presidential suite, otherwise there would have been no place to perform such a dance. But in any case, it was still just a room. The girl was limited by the size of the room and had to shrink back a bit, but she did not appear timid or hesitant. Instead, she displayed a different kind of grandeur and magnificence.

Wang Anzhi remained seated, like a frozen sculpture, his gaze following the stunningly beautiful yet deadly girl before him, but he made no attempt to stop her.

The dragon girl skimmed across the floor with her toes, drifting through the room like a feather, finally landing in Wang Anzhi's arms.

The girl gently stroked his neck with both hands, her face filled with sorrow as if her lover was about to shed tears—for her beloved who was about to pass away.

At this moment, even Wang Anzhi himself had no choice but to put down his book and stare intently at the magnificent scene as the dance ended.

"Senior brother, why did you stop flipping through the book? Did you finally think I'm more attractive than the book?" Xia Mi tilted her head, like a well-behaved cat snuggling up to its owner.

But never before had a cat been so ferocious. Its golden pupils were filled with molten lava-like rage. It was the Dragon King venting his fury. Within a radius of a thousand meters, all the animals that had not yet degenerated to the point of losing their wild instincts like humans trembled with fear and fled from this hellish land in their eyes.

Wang Anzhi remained motionless, as the girl's hands were still gently stroking his neck, her movements tender and not at all frivolous. "Junior sister, aren't you the most perfect being in this world? Although you still have some flaws."

At this distance, even without Wang Anzhi deliberately looking, he could feel the girl's clear heartbeat, vigorous and healthy. But it was precisely at this distance that the girl's flaws had no room to be concealed.

He wasn't lying. Now that the White King Izanami has long since passed away, based on his experience reading fantasy novels in his younger days, wouldn't Xia Mi, no, Jormungandr, be considered the "most beautiful woman of all time"?

"Shut up, senior brother, you still have such a foul mouth," Xia Mi looked somewhat embarrassed and angry, even the golden pupils in her eyes seemed to brighten a bit, and the hands that were gripping Wang Anzhi's neck suddenly tightened their grip.

At this distance, Xia Mi was confident that even if Wang Anzhi was truly a contingency plan left behind by the White King, she could snap his neck and shatter his spine in an instant, causing this old senior to die with resentment once again, and obediently continue to metamorphose!

In particular, her constant dancing beforehand had made ample preparations for the opening of the ultimate secret power of the King of Earth and Mountains: Shiva's Karma Dance.

Unfortunately, Wang Anzhi at that time seemed to be completely blinded by lust, only concerned with admiring Jormungandr's beautiful figure, and had no intention of stopping her.

In her brother Fenrir's hands, this Word of Power could only be used through his massive dragon body, but Xia Mi was the one with "power" among the twins on the throne, and she had too many ways to circumvent this restriction.

Xia Mi sneered inwardly; the situation was now completely under her control.

"Senior brother, don't you have anything to say to me?" Xia Mi tilted his head, looking relaxed, taking in the entire city through the window as if everything was under his control.

"Junior sister, I think you should know that our beloved principal will be arriving at the Regent Hotel, which he is not loyal to, tonight to meet some of his future students."

Wang Anzhi loosened his grip on Xia Mi's neck slightly, took out his phone, which read: To my dear student Wang Anzhi, I will be arriving at the Regent Hotel tonight. Please be informed.

Xia Mi sneered, clearly already aware of this, and said with some impatience, "So what?" She glanced at Wang Anzhi sideways, "Senior brother, if you think I have any reservations about this, you're overthinking it."

"No, junior sister."

As if incredulous that Wang Anzhi would dare to make such a big move under these circumstances, Wang Anzhi, with a calculated move against the unsuspecting girl, pulled her into his arms and gently blew a breath into her ear, completely disregarding the bloody scratch that appeared on his own neck.