"What the hell are these damn people trying to do? Do you think I dare not do anything to them, so I have no fear?"

As soon as she disbanded the council and returned to the dormitory, Vilia couldn't help but start to vent her irrepressible anger.

However, she does have enough reason to be angry, especially those who keep saying that they are thinking about the interests of the kingdom, but in fact they are constantly digging into the foundation of the country, trying to control the power for generations through blood and a huge network of connections, and not give the lower classes a chance to stand out at all.

What is even more terrifying is that in order to ensure that future generations can also have hereditary rights like themselves, they do not hesitate to exonerate those rebels who should have been executed under the guise of high-sounding, and try to pardon some of them, just to prevent more and more power from being concentrated.

Sometimes, the young queen was a little envious of her enemies and rivals.

At the very least, Krinwyn, who had established absolute authority through terror, violence, and massacres, never had to be saddened by these internal strife.

The reason is very simple, anyone who dares to resist, or secretly destroys it, has already been chopped into meat and fed to the dog with the whole family.

Under this blatant violence and threat of death, the tyrant's administrative system remained incredibly clean and efficient.

Of course, this does not mean that those who rely on military merit are honest, but there are too many ways to obtain a lot of wealth in a short period of time, such as killing all the male heirs of the enemy, and then seizing their land, family property, and even those young and beautiful female members.

In short, after experiencing the explosion of wealth brought about by near-zero cost plunder, they no longer care about the little benefits they get through embezzlement, bribery, and misappropriation of materials.

What's more, doing so may anger increasingly moody tyrants, far less enjoyable than waiting for the next war to kill the enemy.

Killing and plundering, like drugs in a way, can be addictive to it, knowing that there is something wrong with it, but when it comes, you still can't control yourself.

Isolt obviously understood Vilia's mood at the moment, and calmly comforted: "Calm down, child, this little thing is not worth your anger, let alone losing your mind. Don't forget, whatever the nobles want to do, they must first get your approval. At least nominally, you are still their monarch, which is irreplaceable in law and in the hearts of the people. ”

"Irreplaceable? I bet! The nobles must be trying to meet my father alone. They hate me, and I hate them as well. Perhaps the book is right, the backward way of relying on the division of the aristocracy to ensure the stability of the country will sooner or later be swept into the dustbin of history. But now, I can't do anything about them for the time being. Talent, I need more talent from the bottom. Vilia clenched her fists and gritted her teeth to say what she really thought.

As a royal family, it is naturally impossible for her to really follow the example of Kerrwyn, slaughter all the nobles who rebelled against her, leave those who are frightened and only know how to obey, and then promote some people with a little ability from the bottom to help run the country, and ensure the efficiency and integrity of the administrative agency with naked threats and intimidation.

Because she knew that terror and violence would not last long, and that a generation later, with the death of the tyrant, would trigger a tsunami-like backlash.

She longed for her country to last long, at least not when she died.

"Talent cultivation is never something that can be done in a short period of time, and I have sent someone to deal with it. Don't worry, you're still young and have plenty of time. Maybe in 10, 20, 30 years, you will be able to slowly cut off the connection between these hereditary nobles and land and power. But for now, it's better to think more about how to deal with the rebels. According to intelligence, the enemy's commander-in-chief is cunning, blocking the river with ships and stones, and your general is afraid that he will be trapped in the swamp and unable to move an inch. Isolt reminded meaningfully.

They want to stall, they want to watch the whole city starve, and finally the hunger will cause unrest to shake my rightful rule. Unfortunately, they didn't know that I still had a hole card. Vilia pursed the corners of her lips and gave a sneer.

"Which hole card do you mean?" asked Isolt, smirking.

"Of course it's the mysterious army you brought back that sits between spirits and entities! I'm sure they won't be trapped in the swamp, won't they?"

As she spoke, Vilia's eyes gleamed with a frightening light.

As the saying goes, power is like the most terrible poison that can erode a person's heart and soul.

As she became a queen for a longer time, Vilia gradually faded away from her original innocence and kindness, and thought from the perspective of a queen.

The so-called royal power is essentially a struggle for power and the suppression of those who try to wrest power from their hands.

Too benevolent and too kind a monarch will plunge the country into chaos, and the aristocracy who lacks reverence will take the opportunity to fight each other with impunity, and even fierce military conflicts will erupt, eventually leading to the division of the country.

Therefore, in dealing with the aristocracy, she never used more tenderness, differentiation, and co-optation like her father.

On the contrary, she has to show her toughest side, only in this way can she deter the other party from underestimating herself.

Politics has never been very friendly to women, especially in places where male power is prevalent.

The cunning Isolt undoubtedly knew very well how difficult it was for Vilia to get to where she was today, and nodded seriously: "No problem! As long as you need it, this army can appear where it should be at any time." ”

"Excellent, then please go and bring me a glorious victory, and make sure that no rebel escapes. I will use my blood to tell all the nobles that this is the end of betraying me and betraying the kingdom. ”

As she said this, Vilia rarely showed an extremely cold expression.

At this moment, she began to have a little bit of the momentum of an iron-blooded king, a powerful monarch who dared to fight to the death against all enemies.

"Hahahaha! No problem! I promise that none of the people involved in the rebellion will get away with it. But before I leave, there is one more thing that must be done, and that is to catch the rats that have infiltrated these days, and by the way, use this as an excuse to detain His Royal Highness the self-proclaimed Prince......"