Chapter 121 | Miss Destiny's Speedrun Manual

In the palace, more and more people gathered upon hearing the news. Although this should have been the most solemn place in the country, it was currently as bustling and noisy as a vegetable market, teeming with people and non-stop chatter.

At the center of the crowd, a little blue-haired girl sat on the throne representing the ruler of the country. Almost everyone present had their eyes fixed on her. Without a doubt, this person was Law Freya.

She was currently wearing a dress dominated by blue with a few gold accents. The skirt was slit at the thigh, revealing her slender, fair legs.

On her feet were a pair of blue high heels. At the moment, she was sitting with her legs crossed, right leg over the left, her suspended calf gently swinging. She leaned sideways against the throne, propping her right cheek with her fist. Her blue eyes, calm as a lake, stared down at everyone below, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

The crown belonging to the former King was perched on her head, though its size was slightly ill-fitting. In addition to that, she wore a large number of accessories, such as a hairpin on her head, a pair of sapphire earrings on her ears, a necklace resting on her collarbone, and exquisite, beautiful anklets adorning her ankles.

Whether it was the crown or the accessories, they all essentially served as a silent display of supreme power. Putting the crown aside, all the accessories Law Freya was wearing—the hairpin, earrings, necklace, and anklets—were fundamentally extraordinary items.

Although Law Freya's face still looked slightly childish, her current expression, posture, and the passively released 【Coercion】 still managed to somewhat intimidate the nobles before her.

However, despite how full of majesty Law Freya appeared right now, she had actually been striking this pose for quite a long time. She had woken up early to do her makeup, change her clothes, and then sat on this throne waiting for the nobles to seek her out.

After all, she certainly couldn't meet these nobles in her ordinary commoner clothes. But there were no king's clothes in the palace suitable for her to wear right now, and she definitely couldn't wear any of her old man's clothes.

So before designing a new set of 'king's clothes' that would fit her, Trig had someone pick through the wardrobe, finally choosing this dress.

In short, after a busy morning, Law Freya's only feeling right now was exhaustion. Moreover, this throne was really hard and uncomfortable on her butt; sitting on it made her feel sore all over, which was absolutely miserable.

Law Freya's mind was now filled with the thought that once her power was consolidated, the very first thing she would do was modify this chair, adding some soft cushions or something.

At this moment, a royalist noble stepped forward and said, steeling himself, “I don't recall His Majesty having a child like you! Who on earth are you...”

However, the former King and Trig were currently standing on either side of the throne, looking exactly like two guardian protectors. Law Freya's cheap biological dad immediately said in a stern voice, “Kelydla is indeed my child. This is absolutely true. Do you dare to question my judgment?”

The royalist noble shrank back his neck, but still muttered, “But... this... allowing an illegitimate child to inherit...”

But before he could finish his sentence, Trig, who was standing on the other side of Law Freya with his arms crossed, simply gave the noble a cool glance without saying a word. The noble hastily changed his tune, “Well, I have no objections anymore.”

Instantly, the other royalist nobles cast disdainful looks at him, and some even whispered, “How can you be so cowardly?”

However, that noble immediately retorted, “Then why don't you go try?”

The other noble shook his head and waved his hands frantically. “No, no, thank you.”

At first, the vast majority of the royalist nobles had assumed that the King was being coerced, controlled, or that some other accident had occurred, which was why he had so abruptly passed the throne to someone they knew absolutely nothing about.

But the King was actually defending Law Freya right now, which was something the royalist nobles had never expected. After a brief pause, another person spoke up, “But in any case, isn't this... Her Highness Kelydla a bit too young?”

Indeed, she was too young. One had to know that Freya's old man had inherited the throne when he was in his thirties, and in the history of successions, that was already considered early.

After all, inheriting the throne usually required the previous king to die, right? Assuming the previous king had children in his twenties or thirties and passed away in his seventies or eighties, the eldest prince would usually be around fifty by the time he inherited the throne.

In Freya's previous life, in a certain European island nation, there was even a crown prince who lived to be seventy or eighty.

But what about Law Freya? She was too young, only seventeen years old, not even of legal age yet. In a sense, her old man was actually quite pitiful. He had inherited the throne in his thirties, had been king for less than ten years, and before his seat could even get warm, he had abdicated again.

Thus, a royalist noble asked, “Her Highness is so young, can she really govern this country well?”

Law Freya blinked. To be honest, she didn't know, because she truly had no experience governing a country. Before this, she was just a slacker student who dozed off during classes and didn't even know the history of this world!

She even had to beg Euphy for help with exams, and then used extraordinary abilities to cheat.

Was Freya stupid? Certainly not. But if you were to say she was smart? She wasn't that smart either. Under the heavens, she was merely an ordinary person.

At this moment, Trig spoke up, “I will assist her in governing this country well.”

As soon as these words were spoken, many nobles glared at Trig, their teeth itching with hatred. If someone had truly coerced the King and forced his abdication, then whoever was the ultimate beneficiary after the King's abdication was the most likely culprit.

Without a doubt, this person could only be Trig! Combined with what he had just said, the royalist nobles couldn't help but associate him with the term 'puppet king.'

But... if the culprit truly was Trig, and even the Rank Six King had absolutely no recourse but to be forced to yield the throne, did they, as weaker nobles, really have the power to resist right now?

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. A man about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, handsome, tall, well-built, and with a resolute gaze, walked over with brisk steps, shouting in a clear voice, “I do not agree!”

“From the moment I was born, I have worked hard to become a good king! For this, I have studied all kinds of knowledge, strived to digest potions, and trained my strength. I do not believe some nobody who popped out of some dark corner is more suited than I am!”