N-M #632 - You are still your sister
#632 - You are still your sister
"Can a person voluntarily become a slave?" Moliatti asked, sitting by the warm fireplace, rustling the Truth Daily. "Does he really want to involve those commoners in this topic?"
While Hilvis chatted with Herman, Catherine also arrived in Moliatti's room.
This was the day after the finance meeting. After attending the simple banquet tomorrow night, Moliatti and others would leave the Holy See at the latest the day after tomorrow.
The itinerary for these days was very full, and Catherine had finally found an opportunity to talk to Moliatti face to face.
She had to know what Moliatti was thinking.
Dismissing all the maids in the room, Catherine used the fire tongs to stoke the fireplace, first chatting about the topic: "This should be the first time the Truth Daily has allowed outsiders to publish articles, right?"
Although the Truth Daily was aimed at the general public, it still had strong official overtones. Generally, articles were written and published by internal personnel, or even Horn himself.
In order not to expose their identities and avoid suspicion, these monks would use pen names.
In other words, in the eyes of most people, including Moliatti, this newspaper could only publish articles by "big shots" or "officials."
But now, Horn was actually soliciting contributions from the public, which was quite novel.
"Truth Daily, Truth Daily, it should be a newspaper written by people who hold the truth. If anyone can publish articles, wouldn't they be able to stir up national politics at will?"
Throwing the newspaper aside, Moliatti dragged a chair to the pine round table and poured the bubbling ginger sugar water into a white porcelain cup.
Ignoring the scalding sugar water, she drank a little more than half a cup before exhaling a puff of white steam: "Dealing with those nobles is already enough, now I have to deal with commoners?"
If it were someone else, they would probably be cowering in front of Moliatti at this moment, not daring to speak.
But Catherine was different, she directly rolled her eyes: "You guys made the constitution yourselves, of course you have to allow commoners to speak, citizens are also your subjects."
As a representative of citizens and merchants, Moliatti's words were too harsh in her ears.
"The spirit of the constitution must of course be respected, but the details of implementation can be slightly discussed," Moliatti stroked her iron fist. "Look at the Mason Diocese, the mob is not to be trusted."
"Aren't you just slapping yourself in the face again?"
Moliatti's eyebrows furrowed: "When did I slap myself in the face?"
Catherine wanted to drink the sugar ginger water like Moliatti, but she was burned by a sip and couldn't help sticking out her tongue: "Ha! Ha! It's so hot, didn't you say that the country only allows one voice? Now aren't there still two voices?"
Crunching on a cheese shortbread cookie, Moliatti said nonchalantly: "After defeating Prince Condé, everyone was cheering for victory.
When everyone is eager for the Thousand Valleys to unite and everyone is eager for peace, do you want me to start a civil war?"
"Don't you realize the danger in this?" Catherine looked at her face. "In the current situation, after the war with Leia, regardless of victory or defeat, I'm afraid we will have a civil war internally."
"It's very simple, I'll marry Horn, and then the Savior Army will join my Holy Monarchist country as a faction. Although there are two people, they will speak with one voice."
"Are you crazy?" Catherine couldn't help but exclaim. "What makes you think you can make Horn submit? Don't forget about Jeanne."
"I don't mind, she can join," Moliatti had always been indifferent. "You can come too."
In fact, she welcomed the witches to join this big family.
After all, she might not be able to give birth to enough children on her own, and it was best if her royal family could monopolize the supreme extraordinary power.
Anyone who has worked in the breeding industry knows that one stud is enough.
"Me? I join… you, Holy Lord, he is a Saintly Path faction, do you think he will obey you?" Catherine's face flushed red, and she once again felt that Moliatti was incomprehensible. "Can you rely on your sister's body to make him indulge in tenderness?"
The main reason why others couldn't recognize Moliatti as Carrie was that no one had seen Moliatti's face.
But Catherine had seen it, so she asked茜茜 and immediately identified the mysterious witch Carrie as Moliatti.
Moliatti knew she couldn't hide it from her, so she didn't hide it at all.
"The Saintly Path faction is just his little hobby," Moliatti replied calmly without changing her expression. "As for relying on this to win him over, it's difficult, but it can reduce his resistance."
"Are you so confident that you can suppress this grandson of the Saint who almost single-handedly defeated Prince Condé?" Putting down the white porcelain cup, Catherine stared at Moliatti dissatisfied.
Moliatti lowered her eyebrows and looked at her iron fist: "Yes."
Moliatti had this confidence because she had both strong breathing technique talent and military talent, and in politics, she could directly see through people's hearts on a spiritual level, and legally, her prestige was even higher.
Even if it was out of rational consideration, she felt that she should be the monarch. Although Horn was not bad, he was too soft-hearted as a monarch.
"To take a step back, even if I don't control it, even if I am defeated, it means I am not strong enough, and being killed is deserved and should happen," Moliatti shrugged.
"Do you mean that you are acting towards Horn?"
"Are you a child like Jeanne? For people like us, is there a difference between true and false?" Moliatti tapped her temple. "Think with your brain, we are not one person."
In Moliatti's view, only elites can govern the country, and Horn was the only elite in the Thousand Valleys who could get her approval.
Because they are both irreplaceable.
This has nothing to do with the small amount of affection she and her sister accumulated with Horn when they were in trouble, no relationship at all, absolutely none.
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"I only care about interests," Moliatti said indifferently.
As the only person who can mass-produce alchemists, Horn's value as the only male witch in the world definitely exceeds one Langsand County.
If she could sell her appearance and feelings to firmly hold on to this heavyweight figure, Moliatti didn't mind paying some price.
Besides, she didn't have to do this kind of thing herself, just release her sister.
Sitting across from Moliatti, Catherine looked at Moliatti's cold and cruel face, and couldn't speak for a while.
However, in the white mist of the bubbling sugar ginger water, Catherine suddenly seemed to think of something and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I was thinking, who is the person that Horn is willing to be intimate with, you or your sister?"
Moliatti's expression obviously stiffened.
As if provoked, her expression became serious for the first time, and she said decisively: "Are you trying to provoke the relationship between me and Horn?"
"Your mind-reading can't read your own heart," Catherine still had a faint smile on her face.
Moliatti's eyes widened: "My heart and actions are clear, everything I do is for the country!"
Catherine smiled noncommittally: "Only now do you have a bit of the Moliatti I know."
"What do you mean?" Moliatti's face inexplicably carried a bit of anger.
Without any answer, Catherine walked straight towards the door.
Moliatti didn't stop her, just pursed her lips, watching her leaving back, until she was about to disappear behind the door, then she said, "Wait…"
"What?" Back to Moliatti, Catherine stopped.
"Remember to close the door." Moliatti turned around and elegantly took a sip of the hot sugar ginger water, and behind her came the roar of the door slamming.
Slamming Moliatti's room door shut, Catherine took several deep breaths at the door.
Looking at the bright but autumn-cold morning light outside, she hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Horn's study.