From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 435: No Moles, Let's Have Some British Jokes

"I can understand India, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and even Nigeria and Gabon. But what do you mean by an application from France?"

"Your Highness, the Frenchman claims he also has Irish blood, he's just a little darker!"

Sunak looked at the nearly pitch-black "Frenchman" and silently drew a cross on the application form.

This was just a minor incident in the application review process. The arrival of millions of applications forced all of them to step in and handle the staggering workload.

The massive reduction in civil servants inevitably brought government operations to a crawl. Fortunately, most citizens were busy fleeing, leaving no one with the spare time to come out and protest.

But now, with countless foreigners flooding in, the city's hospitality capacity was teetering on the brink of collapse.

William remained in his position. Although he could no longer call himself "Prince" after his elderly father relinquished the throne, he was still the highest administrator of the country.

According to Charles's wishes, his governance would continue until a new King of Britain was truly selected—a process that could take a long time.

During this transition, whatever interests they secured for themselves would remain theirs. This was the invisible benefits the Windsor family gained from giving up the throne.

The old king had explained this clearly to both of his sons. They had even calculated that, as long as they played their cards right, their family's status wouldn't drop significantly even when the new king took power. It might even rise.After all, the true King of Britain would certainly never tolerate the existence of an overarching "Parliament" dictating terms.

In every sense, the new king would be a ruler wielding absolute power. When faced with an almost entirely unfamiliar nation like England, their best course of action would naturally be to rely on the existing governance system.

With Parliament nearly wiped out and a history of seven prime ministers in five years, the only reliable, unbetraying family faction the new monarch could depend on was the former royal family—the Windsors.

Therefore, the Windsor family wasn't particularly worried about a decline in power. In fact, by transitioning from mere mascots to actual administrators, their power would likely increase.

The only thing left to deal with was the psychological gap caused by their shift in status.

This was especially true for William. Going from the future king to a mere noble naturally brought some disappointment. However, after chatting with his younger brother Harry, he realized this was the best possible opportunity for their family!

"Grandma had to stoop so low as to apologize to those greedy politicians just to earn their forgiveness, and Father had to exhaust every resource to get their approval before making any internal royal reforms. What kind of royal family were we?"

'Compared to continuing as Parliament's puppet, life right now doesn't seem too bad,' William mused silently. 'At the very least, our family finally holds its destiny in its own hands.'

This felt far more comforting than fighting over a hollow throne.

'It's just a shame about Harry. Why won't you fight for this position?' William thought with a tinge of regret. 'If my little brother could draw the Sword in the Stone at a time like this, our family would truly enter a golden age!'

With no parliamentary constraints, no financial worries, Supernatural strength in their grasp, and wielding great power—such a scenario was something even Queen Victoria wouldn't have dared to imagine back in her day!

......

"Why won't I try to draw the sword? Uncle, hasn't your question already been answered?"

Hearing Edward's question, Harry spoke with utmost calm. "We all know that the Sword in the Stone and Merlin are backed by the Celtic gods. Given everything our family has done, it's a massive stroke of luck that we haven't faced a reckoning yet. Do you really think I stand a chance of drawing that sword?"

His words revealed a sober and detached clarity. Since childhood, he had known that the throne was never meant for him, which allowed him to recognize reality much faster than his older brother.

"It's better to firmly secure our current position. Who knows, maybe my children will have a chance to draw the sword in the future. Even if they don't, it doesn't matter. At the very least, they'll have access to the Supernatural!"

As he spoke, a speck of radiant light appeared at his fingertip. It was the glow of Magic, the proof of the Spirituality Merlin claimed he possessed!

Hearing this, Edward slowly nodded. "Yes, there is still some hope after all. Unlike those other families who have long since been reduced to dry bones!"

"Dry bones are good. Without those dry bones, we wouldn't even be able to grasp this much power, and this country wouldn't be moving in a positive direction!" William clenched his fist, and the speck of light in his hand transformed into a drop of dew, seeping into his skin.

He was referring to the nobles who previously held immense prestige, status, and influence within the nation. Those people controlled over eighty percent of the country's land, making them undisputed mega-landlords. Some were even wealthier than the royal family. Now, however, those lands had lost their masters.

Because those families had died out almost overnight in the curse, the country inexplicably acquired a mountain of "state-owned assets." Ironically, this provided a functional foundation for their previously overwhelmed economy.

This was the only reason they could afford to host guests from all over the world, turning this selection not into an impulsive whim, but into an "economic engine" that could mobilize all of Great Britain!

One could only say that aside from being quite unfortunate for those deceased nobles, this curse was beneficial to the rest of the world.

Thanks to the selfless dedication of the departed, one could only hope that in Hell, they would have an endless lifetime supply of fish and chips, and stargazy pie.

The Windsor family was genuinely one of the few factions in the nation that truly wanted the country to thrive. Their fate was tied to the state, so his words carried a sincere weight. He couldn't see a future for this country before, but now he could. It was, undeniably, steeped in deep irony.

Just then, the sound of a conversation drifting from the street outside reached their ears:

"Hey, Hans, do you know which restaurant in London is the best?"

"I don't know, but it definitely isn't serving British food. After all, the British don't even eat British food themselves!"

"How do you know that?"

"Wasn't it in the news a while back? The Chinese and the Americans were holding negotiations in London, and they reached absolutely no consensus on anything—except for refusing the British state banquet for lunch and choosing McDonald's instead!"

"Hahahahaha! That's a hilarious joke. Even you, a German, know about that?"

Hearing this exchange, both Harry and Edward looked a little helpless.

"Dammit, why are the French and Germans allowed in London? First, they aren't members of the Commonwealth, and second, they don't have Celtic bloodlines!" Edward grumbled angrily at the mocking conversation.

Harry pondered for a moment before replying, "State banquets really are terrible, far worse than McDonald's... But you're wrong to say they aren't members of the Commonwealth. In fact, the provisional Parliament passed a resolution yesterday making every country in the world a member of the Commonwealth!"

"What?" Edward was dumbfounded. "So the Commonwealth is the new United Nations now? When did we become the rulers of the world?"

Harry shook his head. "Not exactly. Actually, the prerequisite for these countries to join the Commonwealth was the abolition of the suzerain state status. The current Commonwealth is basically just a loose alliance of nations..."

Hearing this, Edward finally understood. "Exploiting loopholes, huh? These countries really are sparing no effort for a chance at the Supernatural. It seems you managed to trade for quite a few things you wanted?"

"We traded for quite a few things we wanted," Harry corrected gently. "Using these quotas, we exchanged for global economic aid and material support. Otherwise, famine would probably have already broken out in London!"

"Those pompous lords in Parliament were actually willing to accept aid? With their stubborn, tough-on-the-outside-but-weak-on-the-inside attitudes?" Edward was surprised, but then realization dawned on him. "Oh, there are no more lords left in Parliament. Never mind, then!"

The two stopped talking, raising their heads to gaze at the crowds outside the window.

Even with the city's population halved and the River Thames posing a clear and deadly crisis, so many people were still pouring into the country. It was, undeniably, a spectacular sight.

"I just wonder... how many of these people who came out of greed will manage to leave in one piece, and how many will be buried by their own avarice?" Harry murmured softly.

Only after truly understanding Celtic mythology did he realize just what a terrifying Supernatural crisis was hidden within those seemingly beautiful and gentle legends!

Even King Arthur and Cuchulainn had died from various crises. Just how many of these ordinary people could hope to survive?

Merlin had explicitly stated that his method would leave the gods at their wit's end, but he never said it wouldn't incur their wrath!

The curse on this land hadn't even truly begun to unfold!