The next day, Freya went out for a symbolic stroll. Finding an empty spot, she summoned War Freya and retrieved the Rank Seven potion. However, she did not return to the Holmes mansion right away. Instead, she wandered around the area for a bit, idling away some time before heading back.
Upon returning to her room, the first thing she saw was Kuro, sitting on her knees by the bed. Her tail was wagging non-stop, and her slit-pupil eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the door. It had to be said that the catgirl currently looked exactly like a little beast waiting in its nest to be fed while its owner was out hunting.
Freya handed over the Rank Seven potion. Kuro blinked and stared at it for a long moment before finally taking it. The tail behind her wagged even faster. “So... so amazing, meow~”
Freya wore a helpless expression. “I just retrieved something from a friend. How does that make me amazing?”
Kuro replied, “I don't know, but you're just amazing, meow~”
Truthfully, Kuro didn't even wonder how Freya, as an ordinary person, could have such a powerful friend capable of stealing a Rank Seven potion. Or perhaps, to Kuro, none of that mattered. With her unique way of thinking, her mind was currently filled with the single fact that Freya was willing to unconditionally give her such a precious item. Knowing just this was more than enough.
Kuro said, “Thank you so much, Fufu! I declare that you are the person who treats me the best, second only to my papa!”
However, she paused after speaking, showing a troubled expression. “Wait, no, no. Uncle Kahn is also very good to me, so you can only be third, Fufu. Sorry, meow~”
Freya didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “Don't apologize for something like that.”
This catgirl was simply too cute.
Of course, that was assuming she was an ally. Freya couldn't help but recall how Kuro had acted when they were on opposing sides in the simulation. That girl had been truly ruthless when striking, without a single shred of hesitation.
Another day passed, marking the twelfth day of the city lockdown. Trig proceeded with his plan as scheduled. Accompanied by Law Freya, he headed to the palace to meet with the King.
The subsequent events unfolded almost exactly as they had in the simulation. The King drafted an abdication contract, and Law Freya signed the name 【Kelydla Lawrence】 on it.
As she signed, Law Freya couldn't help but marvel at how absurd the ability of 【Future Simulation】 truly was. Both the King and Trig were Rank Six, existences that were theoretically far beyond her reach. A head-on confrontation would only ever yield one result—her being effortlessly crushed like an insect.
Yet, even a powerhouse like Trig had absolutely no resistance against Future Simulation. Through Freya's repeated trial and error, she had ultimately succeeded in convincing him. Was this the sheer beauty of game mechanics?
Who could have imagined that Freya, who had initially only stolen a few potions because her hands were itching, would end up making herself a queen?
However, this also served as a wake-up call for Freya. It would be fine if Future Simulation were a unique ability exclusive to her, but the problem was that it wasn't.
Freya suddenly remembered that she had initially traveled to the neighboring 【Fanipaca Empire】 to investigate 'Countless Blessings' and 'Countless Resentments'. Along the way, she had stumbled upon 'constant luck'. While she hadn't managed to uncover much about those two, she had instead discovered the 'truth' behind the system.
Even now, Freya still didn't know why potions melted instantly upon entering her mouth, nor did she know the source of her strange luck. But what she did know was that besides herself, there were others—other high-rank extraordinaries of the Destiny Pathway who possessed the ability to 【Enter the Future】.
Thus, Freya silently muttered to herself: Beware of... Destiny.
Over at the palace, after the contract was signed, the coup d'état concluded peacefully and silently, without a single casualty. Furthermore, almost none of the nobles of the royalist faction knew about it, let alone the commoners.
Another day passed, and a piece of news spread from the palace. His Majesty the King was abdicating early due to health reasons and passing the throne to his daughter, 【Kelydla Lawrence】. This youngest queen in history would now rule the Kingdom of Tarapaca.
Upon hearing this news, the nobles of the royalist faction were utterly dumbfounded. They cried out one after another, “Wait... what? What on earth is this?”
How could the King just abdicate without any warning? Was this right? And wasn't this a bit too fast?
Although the King possessed immense power, shouldn't something as major as abdication be discussed with the nobles first? And who exactly was Kelydla? They had never even heard of her!
No matter how they looked at it, the whole matter seemed highly suspicious. Thus, on that very day, all the royalist nobles gathered and headed to the palace in an aggressive manner, determined to demand an explanation from the King.
However, compared to these royalist nobles, the other neutral nobles were much more composed. After all, Trig had already given them a heads-up beforehand. The King's abdication and the ascension of the new monarch were well within their expectations.
Still, since such a major event had occurred, they naturally had to join in the excitement. Moreover, they were highly curious about what kind of person this new monarch supported by Trig actually was.
As for the commoners, they didn't feel any surprise at all. After all, whenever this country promulgated new decrees or announced new matters, it was always sudden to them. They had absolutely no channels to learn about such things beforehand.
Regarding their attitude toward the new ruler, the commoners felt a mixture of curiosity and worry. They were curious about what kind of person the new queen was, yet worried whether she would alter current policies—such as raising taxes, extending working hours, or enforcing conscription.
What? Promulgating beneficial policies? The commoners had never dared to hope for such a thing. Or rather, most of them had lived the majority of their lives seeing all kinds of new policies, but they had never once seen a good one.
Aside from the nobles and the commoners, those who reacted the most strongly to this matter were, of course, the King's three children. The King had been quite a womanizer in his youth before inheriting the throne and marrying, which was why Freya, as an illegitimate daughter, was older than all three of them.
The King's three children were the sixteen-year-old eldest prince, the fifteen-year-old princess, and a seven-year-old youngest prince.
Among them, the eldest prince, as the first heir in line, would normally have inherited the kingdom in the future. He had always worked hard to become a good king, remaining extremely self-disciplined since childhood. Various tedious studies had made up his entire childhood.
While other children his age were playing, he was reading books. When other children experienced their first innocent crushes and had someone they liked, he was digesting potions, sparring with his guards, and honing his strength.
Today was originally no different from any other day. After waking up early and washing up, he picked up a book and began reading it diligently—until the news of his father's abdication reached his ears.
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