Chapter 818: Ilsa's Gradual Transformation

"What happened to Your Majesty recently..." Jacob murmured, "Why are you suddenly so anxious to cultivate your own power..."

It would be a lie to say that Jacob was not confused and worried about Ilsa who suddenly started to cultivate her own power.

At this moment, Bancro, who was walking beside Jacob, sighed softly:

"Forget it, Jacob, it's not a bad thing that your Majesty knows how to cultivate his own power now."

"We only need to worry if His Majesty remains so innocent."

"His Majesty is only 10 years old now, and both of us are about to enter the coffin. We cannot always be by your side to protect him."

"It is also a good thing that His Majesty developed his own power in time while we were still able to protect him."

"Your Majesty has your own power, so when we can no longer protect her, we no longer need to worry about your Majesty being in danger."

"That's true..." Jacob said solemnly, "But His Majesty actually wants to win over Allen as his confidant..."

"I think there is no problem with Your Majesty wooing Allen." Bancro said with a shrug, "Alan's ability is very good. Although he is a surrendered general of the Frank Empire, judging from his performance since his return, he is still trustworthy. ”

Since Allen returned to the Britannia Empire, he has been very low-key and conscientious.

Whether training troops or performing combat missions, he can complete all tasks assigned to him perfectly.

And because he is very low-key, he has not offended many people, so many ministers in the central government admire Allen.

Allen was even so low-key that some people in the Central Committee couldn't remember who Allen was when they mentioned him.

Bancro is one of those who admires Allen.

Bancroe likes people who don't talk much, love to do things, and have outstanding abilities.

A low-key and conscientious person like Allen suited Bancro's taste.

Although Allen was a surrendered general from the Frank Empire, Bancro didn't think it was a big deal.

Since the founding of the Britannia Empire, many famous knights were surrendered generals from other countries.

"...I don't think Allen is trustworthy." Jacob frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"...I can't tell." Jacob shook his head, "Anyway, I just think Allen is weird and not worthy of trust."

"Jacob, do you suspect that Allen is pretending to surrender and is a spy for the Frank Empire?"

"...You can say that."

"Jacob..."

Bancro looked at Bancro next to him helplessly, raised his hand and patted Jacob's back.

"Are you worried too much? You can't suspect that someone is a spy of the enemy country just because he is a surrendered general of another country."

"I don't think that Allen is an untrustworthy person."

"Take it easy, Jacob."

After hearing what Bancro said, Jacob's brows finally relaxed a little.

"Forget it." Jacob sighed softly, "Your Majesty seems determined to reuse Allen now. Even if I try to persuade Your Majesty, Your Majesty probably won't listen."

"I'll just stay put for now. I'll take a good look at Allen now. After careful observation, I'll make further judgments."

After Jacob finished saying this, he and Bancro just walked out of Baiyang Palace.

The weather today is not very good, with dark clouds overhead covering less than half of the sky.

Looking at the sun above my head that was slightly obscured by dark clouds,

Jacob said to Bancro beside him in a half-joking tone:

"Bancro, now that your Majesty wants to cultivate his own power, what should we do if we alienate you and me?"

"Nothing can be done." Bancro said with a smile, "Let's just go with the flow, there must be someone new to take our current positions."

"I don't know who will have the ability to take my place in the future." Jacob smiled bitterly, "Anyway, according to my judgment, among the current civil servants of the empire, there is no one who has the ability to take the position of 'Palace Prime Minister' It’s just you and Humphrey. Among the younger generation, I don’t see anyone who has the potential to take my seat.”

"I only hope that the person who takes over my position as 'Palace Chancellor' in the future will be an outstanding person who can assist Your Majesty in taking the strength and achievements of the empire to a higher level."

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When Jacob and Bancroft left the Baiyang Palace together——

Baiyang Palace, Ge Zewen's bedroom.

Ilsa sat next to Gozevin's bed and personally helped Gozevin give him medicine.

Ge Zewen suffered from an incurable terminal illness. Even though he called in famous doctors from all over the world, he could not cure Ge Zewen's disease.

Doctors were at their wits' end and could do nothing except to make Gozevin less painful and allow him to live a little longer.

With the medication regardless of cost, Ge Zewen's life was finally slightly extended, and it also made Ge Zewen feel better.

Ilsa, who was sitting next to Gozevin's bedside, held a bowl filled with black concoction in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, feeding Gozevin the medicine little by little.

Looking at Gozevin's pale face and body that was much haggard than before, Ilsa's eyes turned red again, and a few tears rolled down from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. Falling.

This was not the first time Ilsa shed tears when she saw Gozevin's frail body, and it would not be the last.

"Stop crying, Ilsa."

Gozewen said this in a helpless tone, while raising his hand to try Ilsa's tears.

"Grandpa..." Ilsa choked, "Get well soon, I'm waiting for you to recover, and then go fishing together."

Gozewen could clearly feel that his vitality was draining away every day, and he also knew that he would not be able to accompany Ilsa like this for many days.

Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality, Gozewen unexpectedly found himself very calm.

There was a feeling of relief.

As the 12th emperor of the Britannia Empire, he worked hard for the empire all his life.

Although he knew that his ability was mediocre, he still exhausted all his efforts for the empire.

Gozewen was very satisfied with his life and had no regrets, so facing the approaching death date, Gozewen became more and more calm.

If there was anything that Gozewen couldn't let go of, it would probably be the granddaughter in front of him and his son.

Gozewen wiped away the tears on Ilsa's face, and then said softly:

"Ilsa, how is your father recently?"

Ilsa's father, of course, refers to Gail.

"...Father is fine now. But..." Ilsa said in a somewhat lost tone, "Father is still the same, he doesn't like to leave the room..."

Speaking of this, Ilsa's eyes turned red again.

Tears emerged from Ilsa's eyes again, and then wet the cheeks that had just been wiped clean by Gozewen.