"What talents could I possibly have? I’ve merely learned some tricks to please men."
"Men conquer the world to conquer women, while women conquer men to conquer the world. Semiramis, knowing how to please and manage men is also a talent, and you excel in it, don’t underestimate yourself."
Semiramis could tell this was not a hollow flattery but a sincere compliment.
The man’s gaze emitted a familiar intensity, but what he desired was not the beauty of a woman pleasing the opposite sex, but the talent beneath that façade.
To be regarded in such a manner by a Deity made Semiramis feel a strange emotion rise in her heart.
He was probably the first to judge her by her ’abilities’ rather than her ’beauty.’
"So, are you interested in becoming... Assyria’s Queen?"
A deep voice entered her ears, carrying a temptation that struck directly at the soul.
Semiramis abruptly raised her head, the flames named ’ambition’ fiercely dancing in her eyes.
The Assyrian King returned to the Royal Palace surrounded by his personal guards, cursing the old General Onnes, who had recently committed suicide, with every vile insult he could conjure.
Such a tactless old fool.
For a woman, he chose to draw his sword and commit suicide, leaving him, the master, in an awkward position, almost indirectly causing a mutiny within the city’s army, forcing him to take sufficient guards every time he went out.
However, after some time of movement and appeasement, those ministers and generals finally quieted down.
Now, he should enjoy that costly piece of tender meat.
If he could do it in front of that old man’s spirit, the experience would be even better.
The Assyrian King let out a lecherous laugh, casually dismissed his personal guards, pushed open the door, and strode into his chamber.
Due to the unactivated fluorite, the room was very dark.
The Assyrian King didn’t take a few steps before he touched that slender waist in the darkness.
Indeed a peerless beauty renowned in Nineveh.
Not only was her waist slender beyond grasp, but even her skin was extraordinarily smooth, and it carried a cool sensation.
Held in one’s arms at night, she would certainly be an exquisite relief from the heat.
But why did it feel so hard?
With doubt, the Assyrian King looked up.
Under the hazy moonlight, a triangular head was raised, a forked tongue slightly protruding from the mouth, and two scarlet vertical pupils blinked in the darkness, glinting with a sinister cold light.
His hands were exploring that slender snake-like waist.
Accompanied by the sudden drop of a wide-open mouth, the tyrant who stepped into the room became food in the belly of a giant serpent, disappearing without a trace.
"Alright, nothing more for you here, go back to the sea for now."
A hand placed on the giant serpent’s head lightly patted and instructed.
The giant serpent nodded humanely, re-entering the Sea of Chaos through the opened Magic Array.
Under the hazy moonlight, another ’Assyrian King’ lazily stretched and turned to look behind:
"I’ve cleared the obstacles for you, don’t disappoint me, Semiramis."
Looking at her ’husband’ in front of her, Semiramis’s beautiful eyes flowed with charm and allure:
"Then, Your Majesty, tonight, let me serve you to bed."
Helping you and yet you still want to sleep with me? How does this woman take everything without hesitation?
Luo En slapped away the hand groping for his clothes in the dark, letting out a cold snort:
"Stop! If you want to thank me, work hard, don’t pull this trick."
Semiramis secretly muttered to herself, somewhat relieved yet somewhat displeased, as she ceded her large bed, went to the window, released her trained dove spirits, and commanded them to contact General Onnes’s old subordinates in the city, beginning to pave the way for her ascent to Assyria’s throne.
Subsequent events unfolded as recorded in history.
Semiramis, favored by the Assyrian King for her extraordinary beauty and wisdom, was swiftly elevated to queen and granted actual power to manage state affairs.
Days later, the debauched and irritable Assyrian King ’unfortunately’ passed away.
With no heirs, Semiramis, as the widow, succeeded her husband’s royal authority with the support of the army and generals, becoming the new queen of Assyria, stepping into the limelight.
Having completed this bloodless coup, the man had no explicit demands as promised, only saying he hoped to accompany her.
Semiramis, blessed with Divine Grace, nodded in agreement and began her new trial.
—Walking with gods, executing Divine Will.
Perhaps, it was an enjoyable pastime.
Gradually, the Empress ascended the throne, stabilizing Nineveh City’s situation with her remarkable skill, and gradually taking control of Assyria’s royal power;
Gradually, the Empress moved forward, conquering several surrounding cities, spreading Assyria’s glory along the Tigris River;
Gradually, the Empress, with victory after victory, harvest after harvest, wove her unique epic, becoming a wise sovereign praised by the Assyrian people...
Of course, accomplishing these feats was without the guidance of that deity in the background.
His erudition and foresight far exceeded Semiramis’s expectations, providing significant assistance on the Empress’s path forward.
However, the further she traveled, the higher she stood, the fewer things available to conquer and possess.
Life gradually became more and more uninteresting.
The queen on the Throne opened her narrow eyes, gazing at the blood-red, wine-like residue in the cup, beginning her routine daydreaming, appearing even more dejected and languid, as if uninterested in all the world’s beauties.