CHAPTER 180 MINISTERS OF THE ROYAL PALACE.

In a lavish, grand hall, with large pillars supporting the ceiling, walls that were painted in white with beautiful gold coloured cravings, a red carpet in the middle, 6 chairs on either side of the red carpet, and a throne, that was placed on a floor that was a little higher than the ground, 5 men sat.

"Your Majesty, let's move on to report number 4 we captured a Spy who lived in the Royal Palace as the Subhead Maid, her name is Edrea Fox,"

One of those men, sitting on a chair muttered as he read the paper in his hands.

He had a thin face, black hair, and crystal blue eyes, his features would have been sharper if it weren't for those wrinkles that were on his face.

The aura around him was scholar-like and refined, he wore a blue-coloured coat with purple designs, which suited him a lot.

He may look a little old, however, no one should underestimate him,

He was an Expert Stage Cultivator, Gibson Fulvanius, a member of Fulvanius Duke House, and one of the 4 ministers working in the Royal Palace.

"Huh? Report number 4? Gibson, why are you talking about something so minor in report number 4?"

A tough-looking man questioned.

He was an Expert Stage Cultivator as well, he had a large build, and he wore a dark green coat, his attire complimented his Green coloured short hair and green eyes.

He was Warlock Centho, a member of Centho Duke House and another minister.

"Yes, at best, the subhead maid will be an Advance Stage cultivator, those weaklings don't matter, we should talk about something more important." A woman, who wore a red coloured gown and had a strict look on her face muttered.

She had red-coloured hair and eyes and her luscious red lips looked alluring, she was beautiful, however, no one dared to look at her for more than 5 seconds.

She was not a normal woman, she was Marlee Vestalis, a Member of Vestalis Duke House, and a minister working in the Royal Palace.

Not only that, but she was also an Expert Stage Cultivator.

"Yes, Marlee is right, let's talk about important matters," another man, who had a refined, scholarly face, blonde hair and brown eyes nodded his head.

He wore a white coloured coat with golden-coloured cravings and just like Gibson; he had a refined, scholar-like aura around him as well.

And just like other ministers, he was an Expert Stage Cultivator as well.

Presley Merula, a member of Merula Duke House and fourth minister of the Royal Palace.

"I know what you all are thinking, I wouldn't have taken this matter seriously as well, however, I found something interesting when I was skimming through the reports, I hope you all will hear me out with patience," Gibson muttered with a small smile on his face.

"Alright, I will trust you then. Continue," Marlee muttered and the other two ministers nodded as well.

If it was a normal situation, then as members of 4 different Duke houses, the 4 of them would have fought with each other, and wouldn't have missed a chance to suppress Gibson.

However, right now, they were inside the Royal Palace.

They weren't members of the Duke House, right now, they are 4 Ministers of the Royal Palace.

They have to discuss things orderly.

"The one who helped us find the Spy was none other than Marquee Alger Bannermane," Gibson revealed.

"Bannerman… aren't they the ones who are suspected to be affiliated with another Kingdom?" Presley questioned with a frown.

"Indeed, that's why I am confused as well…"

Then, Gibson started talking about Edrea, Edda, Marquee Alger, the Spy Algerama and everything related to this incident.

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"This is weird indeed…" Marlee nodded. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ ꪶ

"The whole thing sounds fishy…" Presley muttered.

"Indeed, that's the reason I gave this matter so much importance. What do you guys think about the whole situation?" Gibson nodded and then questioned.

"I think the whole thing is Marquee Alger's plot and that girl Edrea is innocent," Presley muttered.

"Well, that woman isn't innocent, there are proves that she had killed more than 10 people, she admitted her herself."

"Well, she is a murderer, I am not denying that, however, I don't think she is a spy, I think she is being framed.

Otherwise, a woman like her would have broken down from the torture and would have spilled everything she knows." Presley replied.

"Are you saying that women are weak?" Suddenly, Marlee questioned as she narrowed her eyes. There was a dangerous look on her face.

"I am not saying that Marlee, I am just stating what I feel. Also, the Spy Algerama, and Marquee Alger, these names sound a bit too similar, I am more inclined to believe what that Edrea said,

Algerama is Alger, and he is the one who was supporting her from behind the scenes." Presley however, wasn't too flustered and answered her calmly.

"But if that was the case, then why would he out his subordinate like that?" Marlee questioned.

"Well, Edrea was now under the eyes of the Security Department, rather than helping him, she would have brought more disaster to him, therefore, he must have discarded her." Presley assumed.

"But wouldn't killing her and getting rid of her when he found her be a better option for him rather than giving her to us?

There was no need to form stories like these if Edrea had just died.

You know well enough that if Marquee wanted to hide it, there is no way the security department could have found her body let alone blame anything on him." This time, Gibson was the one who talked.

"Indeed, Marquee Alger simply had no reason to go through all these troubles if Edrea was actually his subordinate. He had nothing to gain out of this." Marlee nodded as well.

"No, there is something he can gain." Presley shook his head.

"What?"

"Image."

"Hmm?"

"His image amongst other nobles isn't exactly good right now, however, after this incident, he can clear his name to some extent.

He might have done everything so he could improve his image." Presley muttered.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"…"

"…"

Gibson and Marlee turned silent.

That could be possible.

They can't deny it, however,

"I still don't believe that Marquee Alger would go through all these troubles just so he could improve his image…"

Gibson was still unsure.

In the end, the 4 ministers turned toward the man sitting on the throne and questioned,

"Your Majesty, what are your thoughts about this?"