novelraw Chapter 1337 - 258: Death Flower on the Other Side of the Yellow Springs (Second Update)
Chapter 1337 - 258: Death Flower on the Other Side of the Yellow Springs (Second Update)
This small island is the Bauhinia Society’s headquarters, situated in distant waters, almost detached from any maps, where no one can find it. Here is the kingdom of the Queen, a small isolated island carrying a nation, a powerful kingdom rising quietly in a place unknown to the world, bound to shock the world once it appears before humanity.
It holds the most powerful armed forces, with the strictest and most standardized militarized management. On the island are over five hundred households, with malls, supermarkets, schools, courts, and every societal system imaginable, appearing as a complete and standardized societal kingdom. The residents here do not believe in ghosts, gods, Buddha, or Jesus, only in the Queen, the monarch who has given them a stable and abundant life and is their sole faith.
A past incident involved a young man who insulted the Queen. The father personally brought his son to the palace to plead forgiveness from the Queen, asking her to kill the rebellious son and forgive his sins. However, the Queen benevolently pardoned the young man, earning even greater loyalty from her subjects.
The Queen is merciful only to her subjects; to outsiders, she is a ruthless murderer, facts known best by her confidants.
The island hosts eight great armed forces, with the ABCD Legion commanded by Gianna, the WXYZ Legion commanded by Gal, and he is the leader of the Z Legion. Each legion is divided into camps, companies, and platoons, implementing stringent military management from top to bottom.
However, the two leaders, Gianna and Gal, can’t stand each other, wishing to strangle each other upon meeting. This is the Queen’s brilliance — having them check and balance each other, preventing them from collaborating to overthrow her military authority. Despite this, the Queen remains cautious. Above the eight great legions, there is the Secret Guard Group, led by the Queen’s top confidant, Q. Rumor has it this Secret Guard Group is full of elites who could easily become formidable figures internationally. The group is directly led by the Queen, and aside from her, no one has met any members of the organization. Yet, the organization is shrouded in mystery, its very mention evokes fear.
Fred holds immense power, and he is smart and cautious. If he were truly rebellious, how could he easily hit someone? There are rumors it was the Secret Guard Group who acted, adding another layer of mystery to this organization.
The Queen is the deity of this island. Mentioning the Queen makes people instinctively bow, wishing to kneel and lick her feet. The Queen is undeniably a woman. No one has seen what she looks like; even at the annual pilgrimage ceremony, she appears masked. Yet people cannot forget that unparalleled figure, with words like mystery, languidness, and dominance always surrounding her...
In the hearts of her subjects, she is a benevolent monarch, a revered deity; in the hearts of the legions, she is the ruler to surrender to, the object of sworn allegiance, and an oath of no betrayal.
Hans gazes at the magnificent lofty building, resembling Han Palace architecture, with five stories rising from the ground, the front square encircled by cast-iron fences, intermittently patrolled by armies. The palace’s main entrance faces northeast, linked directly to Walter Square through a tree-lined path. The entire structure is imposing and majestic yet retains luxurious grandeur. Under the night sky, the palace is brightly lit, gold and jade in glorious splendor.
And the Queen resides in the highest floor of that grand hall, the tallest position on the entire island, with views spanning its scenic vistas.
Hans recalls the vague silhouette he once observed from afar, his sole impression being slender and graceful, unparalleled in elegance, with noble bearing naturally exuded from gestures, as if meant to be high above, overseeing the life and death of the world’s ants, with inherent authoritative aura making instincts bow in submission.
No one has seen the true visage beneath the mask, nor knows her origins, nor her age and name. It is hard to imagine she single-handedly established such a grand kingdom. But facts prove, this woman transcends all worldly laws, she herself is godlike.
He sighed, turned and walked to the seaside, the routine patrol time, eagerly thinking about the beauties he newly gathered.
The marble floor glistens like a mirror, reflecting the servant’s silhouette clearly, each step is orderly, silent during movement, cautious, well-trained.