Monica was stunned at Mariella's words. She hurriedly asked, [W-waiting for the rebels? D-do you mean they still want to rebel?]
If so, wouldn't that be dangerous?
The novel mentioned that the number of rebels attacking the castle was so large that the royal guards were also helpless!
Mariella nodded calmly but also shook her head.
[I can't be sure whether they still want to rebel or not. There are still two to three days left before the rebellion date..]
Mariella paused before continuing.
[We should notify Duke Fez to keep his guard against the rebels. Although I personally think they won't rebel anymore.]
In this aspect, Monica immediately agreed with Mariella's words.
Thus, the baby dadada went to Duke Fez's office at the castle with her chubby little legs wearing only a pair of fluffy slippers.
Mariella didn't bother to knock on the door and directly kicked it open with a BANG.
"Dad!" The kid's cry was childish and cute, but it sounded like the devil's cry for Duke Fez.
The young man touched his temple, took a deep breath and looked at Mariella with a deep gaze.
"Lala. You should knock on the door first before you come in, okay? If not, dad won't let you in!"
Duke Fez realised that he had to be strict with Isabella, this little devil.
Thus, he didn't bother to be gentle and directly reprimanded the kid.
Mariella rolled her eyes but still nodded with a face full of complaints.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm here for an emergency– do you remember the people throwing rocks at me this morning?"
Mariella went to the seat in front of Duke Fez' working table and slowly climbed the tall chair.
With her fat and round body, it was quite hard climbing this fcking tall chair!
Duke Fez listened to Mariella's words as he watched the kid's round buttocks swaying here and there.
She only had to climb the chair, but it looked like she was about to fall…
Seeing such a comical scene, Duke Fez subconsciously softened his tone and inquired.
"I remember. What about them? Don't tell me you want me to execute them or something?"
Mariella, who had just managed to put her round buttocks on the chair's fluffy stuffing, almost slipped and fell.
What execution? I'm not that petty, okay?!
But Monica suddenly spoke in Mariella's mind, sounding a bit regretful.
[A-ah, I forgot! You should have yelled, 'rebel! Execution!' And so on this morning…]
After all, those words were Isabella's signature words. Mariella almost went OOC when she didn't react to the people throwing rocks at her…
Mariella's lips twitched, and she ignored Monica's words before looking at Duke Fez with a frown.
"If I can, I also want to execute them. They should be rebels! But never mind, I know dad won't let me, right?"
Mariella snorted and chose to retreat.
"Anyway, I'm still worried that those rebels will want to attack the castle and execute me or something. Can you strengthen the castle's security for a few days?"
Duke Fez didn't think that Isabella would be so 'scared' by the people at the execution ground.
But thinking again, any kids would be scared…
And so, even when he thought that there's no way those people would be rebels and suddenly attack the castle just to find Isabella, he quickly agreed.
"Okay. Dad will strengthen the castle's security for a few days. If there's nothing wrong, we can move the guards to take care of the festival's safety instead."
Hearing the word 'festival', Mariella's eyes lit up. The kid squeezed her chubby cheeks with both of her palms and looked at Duke Fez with sparkling eyes.
"Festival! Is it the talent festival? When will it start? Next week?"
The talent festival was something that the king or the queen held once a year.
The date was always random, but it would always be the biggest festival in the kingdom aside from the kingdom's founding date.
The festival would be held for 7 days straight, and commoners all over the country would attend.
The purpose was to let the current king or queen use their special ability to gather talents.
After the festival for the commoners ended, the royal family would then hold a three-day banquet for the nobles.
All kinds of nobles would attend, no matter how low their rank was. Usually, it would be in the form of a charity banquet.
After the queen or the king picked talented people from the nobles, there would be an auction each day, and the nobles could 'donate' by bidding the item for a high price.
All the money obtained would usually go to the people in the slums or the disaster victims.
But for the past two years, there hadn't been this kind of festival and banquet at all.
There would only be Isabella's grand birthday banquet, tea parties, hunting festival, and other things that Isabella liked.
As for finding talents...why would she do something boring like that?
But now, 'Isabella' was eager because she knew that she could continue to be a salted fish, doing nothing all day after she gathered enough talented people!
Seeing Isabella's enthusiasm, Duke Fez didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He knew that the kid's motivation was completely wrong, but anyway...it was one step further to be a better queen.
"The festival will start next week. We need to prepare for the 7-day festival, so it takes quite a few days to prepare."
Usually, this kind of festival needed months to prepare, but the honest ministers and officials had been preparing for the festival in the dark for so many years!
They only wanted to get Isabella's approval and they would immediately hold the festival–
But Isabella never agreed!
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