am-books Chapter 899: 271: Her Fake Identity Was Made By Me
Chapter 899: 271: Her Fake Identity Was Made By Me
Chapter 899: Chapter 271: Her Fake Identity Was Made By Me
Paul and Dimitri were seeing Professor Laximi show such respectful and humble behavior for the first time.
As a professor at the Spirit Summoning Tower, an Upper Transcendent who had reached the Fourth Power Level... Professor Laximi’s standing was on par with that of an Archbishop, a Grand Alchemist.
The mightiest figures of the Fifth Power Level controlled entire nations directly. Yet he managed to reach a level just below that in his prime... He was undoubtedly a genius, a true influential figure.
— But that man, who always seemed cold, arrogant, and distant in front of anyone, was now so subservient.
He bowed respectfully, never daring to raise his head to meet the gaze of the young lady, and even that voice which was always raspy and stretched, bizarrely modulated, became clear, soft, and clean.
His politeness was to the extent that one couldn’t help but exclaim, “So you can speak normally!”
...
Paul had no doubts— if Miss Aleister had extended her hand, Professor Laximi would certainly have knelt and kissed it without hesitation.
Antimony has always claimed itself as “the legitimate successor of the Helasal Empire,” hence they also follow the courtesy of the baronesses from the Imperial Era. Lower noblewomen could still extend their hands to request men to kiss them.
As long as a lady extended her hand, men of the same or lower status must kneel in respect. Only male nobles one level higher than her could bow to kiss the hand; those two or more levels higher could refuse to perform the courtesy.
In other words, Professor Laximi automatically assumed her rank was far above his own.
When he left with the two of them, Professor Laximi bowed deeply to Aleister— bending over more than ninety degrees. And while retreating outside, he bowed twice more. After completely leaving the room, he respectfully said, “May the moonlight watch over you.”
This frightened both Paul and Dimitri.
They followed Professor Laximi back to the room, remaining completely silent along the way.
It was only when they were nearly back to the other end that Paul finally saw— Professor Laximi’s expression returned to its mortuary-like rigidity.
“What has she done to you?”
Suddenly, Professor Laximi asked in a cold voice.
That raspy, low voice finally eased Paul’s mind.
Ah, it’s still the familiar Professor Laximi...
“Perhaps she wanted to do something, but hasn’t had the chance yet...”
Dimitri blurted out.
“—Heh.”
Professor Laximi scoffed, “You’re quite imaginative, you waste. Keep it up, this kind of optimism might keep you from feeling ashamed at 70 for a life of mediocrity.”
Paul blurted out, “At the end of the Helasal Empire, the proportion of high-rank transcendent individuals from non-noble backgrounds continued to increase, causing severe conflicts with the original nobility... resulting in both nobles and commoners feeling intense dissatisfaction. The last ‘Heracles’ chose to engage with commoners... initiating the ‘Helasal’s Light’ plan, trying to transform commoners into nobility with just one non-hereditary tenure of Lordship each year...”
At this point, Paul fell silent.
Because discussing further might tread into politically incorrect territory.
“——Continue.”
Professor Laximi took a sip of tea, responding coolly, “Go on with your thoughts.”
“...The result is that with only one Lordship per year, and non-hereditary, the commoners were not satisfied. And the nobility was disappointed by the royal concessions, and at that time... the corruption of the ‘Son of the Moon’ from within intensified the contradictions, ultimately causing the nobles to jointly rebel against the royal family... while the commoners stood up to attack those nobles, and among them the common-born alchemist Alfonso Valentine, later became the founding monarch of the Antimony Kingdom.”
Paul spoke hesitantly.
“Huh,” Professor Laximi scoffed, “What do you think? This Antimony version of imperial history.”
“...I think it surely wasn’t that simple, the process of the noble rebellion is too simplistically written. But at least Valentine I was indeed of common origin...”
“Ha, ha, ha.”
Professor Laximi laughed dryly, muttering softly, “Even you can see it’s not right, yet those people can’t see... or rather, is it that they have already seen the discrepancy but are still not giving up...”
“...Professor?”
Paul was a bit puzzled.
And his voice reminded Professor Laximi.
Like a desiccated corpse, the professor suddenly fell silent.
He took several deep breaths, then abruptly ended the conversation:
“Anyway, Paul. Be cautious of that woman, it’s best to stay away from her. If the title ‘Old Woman of the Imperial Era’ doesn’t stop you, she has another identity...
“——She is the current Pope’s concubine. She’s tough enough to compete with Avalon’s Iron-Blooded Queen for a man, better not see her as a weakling.”
“...I understand now.”
Paul immediately grew respectful.
Now he knew what sort of fierce character she was.
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