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Chapter 367 – 36. The Third Emperor.

“….”

What is this?
Alan was so overwhelmed.

The tone is funny, but the content is absurd, and even unnecessarily serious.

I wondered if they were talking about proper politics just because they were Allied Powers, but as expected, they were saying perverted things in case someone wasn’t Ayla.

“All of a sudden, what are you talking about?”
“What are you talking about? Of course we are talking about world peace!”
“….”

I got the feeling that it wasn’t completely normal.
World peace depends on cock.

Of course, I have a vague idea of ​​what context he is talking about.
Perhaps it means that if Aran takes the royal family of the world, world peace will be achieved.

But there is a very big error in that statement.
In that way, if all the women who claim to be mine are taken in, new discord may arise in the family.

Even now, Aran’s wives are special, and under normal circumstances, there is nothing strange about them fighting each other.

“I know roughly what you are trying to say. But marrying all the royals won’t bring world peace. Wouldn’t it rather cause a new fight?”

Then Ayla said as if it were absurd.

“What are you talking about? Why do you make me your wife She is a slave.”
“… Yes?”

Ayla made a face like a mother giving sex education to her son her.

“Marriage is between people who love each other.”
“Ah… That… What?”
“Well, there will be a few more wives of Aran, including me, but the important thing is that the East Continent unite as one and form an alliance.”
“And what? You’re not trying to start an intercontinental war, are you?”
“Why not?”
“….”

She must have been a woman who was talking about world peace a while ago….

“You know, peace is built on blood. Aran, if you unify the entire continent and bring all the royal families under you, eventually the entire continent will protect peace as one country. Besides, Aran doesn’t die, so how good is she. Eternal peace will last!”
“Indeed… Maybe….”
“Eight! Be yourself! Your cock is the best in the world!”
“I don’t need that strange confidence.”
“Oh my, how important is a sense of self-confidence to a man.”
“What does that mean again?”
“You can infer from the context. Be strong.”
“….”

I don’t need such a terrible word for self-confidence!

“Anyway, I’ll have to formally discuss this with the Seorae Emperor.”
“Are you really going to do it?”
“Then! This is all for the sake of sex peace.”
“Is that on purpose? Sex world peace!”
“Ah~ I know.”
“….”

There are many metamorphoses in the world.

Weird pervert
Crazy pervert
Super metamorphosis.

Ayla transcended all of that.

Seriously, for the sake of world peace, he is thinking of putting all the existing royal families into Aran’s slaves.
How is this normal

‘It is said that there are no normal people around me, but Sister Ayla is not the only normal person!’

Even the situation when she first held her was not normal.
It was because I was stealing Aran’s underwear and masturbating while watching Aran and Illyana’s sex video.

“Perhaps she’s right, too. She’ll like her while she does. Wouldn’t she be the same?”

What she called that woman was probably Seorae.

“Because you’re as into Aran as much as I am.”
“Maybe you hate it. Doesn’t my woman grow more?”

She put on a look that made her look pathetic.

“Aran is still far away.”
“What?”
“She is achieving true gender equality. In bed.”
“Yes?”
“A pervert who lusts for men, but also lusts for women. Wouldn’t that be the true identity of that woman?”
“Right… No, how do you know that?!”

It’s famous among Aran’s wives, but it’s not something Ayla across the sea knows about.

“How? She was just observing you normally.”
“… ?”

It’s an observation
Could it be that they secretly installed sabers in each room?

“Yes. Answer~.”
“….”

She is so kind and she answers clearly.
Aran could n’t continue her words in her absurdity in her.

It’s obvious why she did that.
Even before he held her for the first time, she was masturbating while watching Aran’s sex video of her. Of course, her purpose is ….

“Anyway, if the number of beauties increases, she will rather like that woman, right? Because she likes women too.”
“That’s right, let’s put it that way. What.”
“For the rest of the wives, try developing it with her.”
“What are you trying to develop!”

Dangerous this man!
I’m trying to turn all women into lesbians!!

“By the way, I’ve already completed development~~ I want to try it with Narsi too~ How is it?”
“I don’t like it.”

Alan responded immediately.

“A…”

Ayla said she was sorry and didn’t lick her lips again.
Undoubtedly, she is the most dangerous woman among Aran’s harem.

+++

A few more days passed, and the day finally dawned.

The day a new emperor is crowned.
In other words, it is the day Illyana ascends to her throne her.

Since Juana, the previous emperor, was dethroned due to an unfortunate incident, she went through a similar procedure but in a slightly different format.

In the front, Cornelia, the first emperor, was sitting on a chair prepared on a high platform like an altar, and when she came down below, high-ranking nobles and envoys from various countries were lined up on the left and right of a long luxuriously laid carpet, and in one corner an orchestra played solemn music. Was playing

And quite a distance straight from Cornelia.
At the edge of the carpet, Illyana stood tall, looking nervous.

“To think the emperor changed in less than a year. Persia is also very eventful.”
“That’s right. The same goes for the princess causing an incident that amounted to a rebellion.”
“Shh. That shouldn’t be on her lips of her.”
“Well…”

A lot of people were whispering as Illyana slowly walked across the carpet.
It wasn’t just about her.
Her everything around her her became the center of her talk her.

“How will the heirs be?”
“It’s been two years since you married His Highness the Great, so I’m guessing you haven’t conceived by now.”
“Then I’m glad… What if you can’t?”
“Then….”
“His Highness the Great also has a country to rule over, so can’t you come and do great things?”
“That’s it, you two will figure it out.”
“Hmmmm. When it comes to the king of any country, the first thing to do is to look after the heir… The same is true of His Highness the Great. He should have seen Hussa by now. I’d rather find another partner…?”
“Let’s do that. On a day like today, if you bring up such a topic for no reason, His Majesty may take notice. There is a time for all such words.”
“Hum-hum.”

Problems with Huana, problems with Hussa, problems with Aran, and so on.
Numerous things were talked about by nobles and envoys from various countries.

Everyone was whispering, but Illyana, who was also originally a 5th tier knight and became Hugh Murragon, made her a stronger being.

‘Looking for another matchmaker? The dog is barking.’

Illyana glered at the aristocrat who secretly spoke lies.
She walked away with a meaning no one knew about.

Chuck.

Arriving right in front of her platform, Illyana immediately knelt down on one knee in a gesture of reverence and bowed her head.
Then Cornelia, who was sitting in her chair, came down from her platform and stood in front of her.

Then she raised the glass that was set right next to her.

A tradition that has been passed down from ancient times in Persia.
Those who become kings are to be sealed by pouring oil on their heads.
So is the emperor.

“Do you swear to be the emperor of the great Persian Empire, to be a ruler who cares for the people and spreads goodwill?”
“I swear.”
“As the emperor of the great Persian Empire, do you swear to comfort and rebuild all people who are tired of the war?”
“I swear.”
“Do you swear that you will elevate your national prestige as the emperor of the Great Persian Empire and roar the mighty power of Persia throughout the continent?”
“I swear.”

Cornelia asked and Illyana answered countless times.

After nearly ten minutes of oaths, Cornelia finally raised her glass of oil.

“Today, I declare before all nations that the 1st Princess Illyana Almon Lee Persia has become the 3rd emperor of her home country her.”

She tipped her glass of oil and wet her Illyana’s head.

The oil on her hair split her left and right, running down the contours of her face her.

“The cup is tilted.”

Cornelia said that and stepped aside.

Illyana, now standing up, climbed the steps slowly.
Each step she took was heavy.

Her she at last standing in front of her emperor’s chair.
She turned the back she had been showing all the time and looked straight at her crowd.

“”Meet Your Majesty the Emperor!!””

Everyone here, including Cornelia, knelt down in front of her in unison and bowed to her.

It was the birth of the third emperor of the Persian Empire.