Him and their stars.

Chapter 2115 The People's Empress Needs to Wait for the Right Opportunity

Brunhilde glared at the other person, almost speechless with anger: "Please don't act like we're the mastermind behind this."

"Given the current situation, this is the best way to end things. We unite to clean up the mess in the universe. The Empire and the Alliance unite to continue leading the universe forward." Amida stared intently at the Dragon King behind the screen and said in a deep voice, "Don't deny it, you know this is the best way."

Brunhilde answered irrelevantly, her expression a mix of barely concealed malice and anticipation: "And what's the worst-case scenario?"

On the other side of the screen, Amida took another sip of tea before setting down her cup and tapping the table lightly with her fingertip: "Breen, deep down we are also merchants of death. Our capital was also earned through blood and fire, and we are not afraid of death."

Princess Rainbow Rose still acted as if she was proud rather than ashamed, but her meaning was very clear.

While bankers may be fascinated by the impressive figures on financial statements and lack the courage to actually get involved in the cutthroat competition, fortunately, the alliance is not ultimately controlled by the bankers.

Or rather, whenever bankers try to have the final say, there's always some inexplicable, strange force that quickly brings them back to their senses.

Brunhilde tilted his head slightly, staring at the other person, and said frankly, "In a sense, we are being held back by the Earthlings, but in doing so, we have inadvertently given you the opportunity to reorganize your national policies?"

Amida Berencaster said calmly, “I cannot deny that. Even now, the Empire remains a formidable military empire. To calm you down, we need to do some preliminary preparations.”

"Relying on the Colossi and Titans?"

She looked at her friend with a very frank expression: "The history of the past thousands of years has already proven this fact. The loudness of a voice is not determined by volume, but by strength. Only strength can achieve balance, and only strength can determine whether we listen or ignore. The Kingdom of Cherk regards our alliance as a friend, so we can only ask that you consider the wishes of the Cherk people more. Brin, even a true dragon can't swallow an old Ti Yangkai whole, be careful not to choke to death."

Her words were like daggers wrapped in velvet, which sounded quite gentle at first glance.

Brunhilde remained silent for a full two minutes, the suppressed ferocity emanating from him gradually dissipating: "The Katun royal family has no chance left; the Kingdom of Cherk is doomed. However, the garrison in Katun will withdraw within a year."

“On behalf of the people of Cherk, I thank you,” Yani said, moved.

At that moment, both of them became dignified in their attitude and expression, like seasoned elite politicians.

"However, I must warn you, the various warlords of the Cherk people will be engaged in a civil war for some time. If no one intervenes, the final victor might very well be Marshal Akbar. He has gathered quite a few dangerous elements around him!"

“I know! Even Mr. Tan, whom Yu Lian particularly favors, is by Marshal Akbar's side. It’s practically everything he’s done.”

“Yes. If this continues, the first original-color republic in the universe will appear in the former Kingdom of Cherk and the Sanzu Star Region. An original-color republic of the Cherk people will even predate Earthlings. The Alliance will recognize them.” Yani looked meaningfully at the Dragon King behind the screen: “I think this is the most progressive undertaking in the entire universe, and it is also a very meaningful thing.”

Under Brunhilde's astonished gaze, Yani continued, "Since the Empire has already decided to abandon Cerk, let's go all the way and recognize this country as well. Who says an emperor can't contribute to the cause of progress?"

Brunhilde pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood what the other person meant, and couldn't help but sigh: "You! If Lian Qing could see what you did today, what would he do?"

"Believe it or not, he'll actually thank me, and might even be touched that he has a true friend in this world." Yani once again adopted an air of unwavering confidence.

"However, being a close friend does not necessarily mean being on the same path."

Even lovers who are deeply in love may not be on the same path. They might be saying sweet nothings to each other while stabbing each other in the back.

Brunhilde felt that the dead fox on the other side must know something, but he had no proof.

The problem now is that once the Alliance and the Empire recognize this nascent nation, it will be a given that it holds a seat in the Galactic Civilization Council. It will then be widely recognized as the first primary republic in the universe, or rather, a new republic that follows a "universe-oriented" path.

In that case, will the right to interpret primary colors and universalism really still lie with the Pioneer Party and Yu Lian?

Even the concept of "Great Harmony" was proposed by Tan Jize. Besides continuing to serve as Marshal Akbar's advisor, he also hosted a Cosmic Primal Color Organization conference at the beginning of the year. More than one hundred interstellar heroes from various factions attended in person or online.

At the meeting, Tan Jize officially announced the establishment of the Original Color Interstellar Society and put forward the idea of ​​"Great Harmony".

He also proposed that the foundation for social harmony, national harmony, civilizational harmony, racial harmony, and cosmic harmony is the elimination of exploitation and oppression.

Excellent, it has risen to a well-defined theoretical foundation. Although it can only be considered to have reached the initial stage, in a universe filled with idealistic fanatics due to the emergence of superhumans, this is already a groundbreaking feat.

Tan Jize then announced that the Original Color Interstellar Organization will always fight towards this ultimate goal.

Considering that the name might be the same as some unknown "gang" organization in the Femo Nebula, after everyone voted and discussed, it was changed to "Interstellar Community for the Benefit of All" which sounds much more legitimate.

Of course, compared to a certain "demon dragon" that is rampaging into the heavens and attracting the attention of the entire universe, this news is destined to cause little ripple.

Compared to the empire's embarrassing situation, the civil war in the entire Kingdom of Cerk was hardly news.

This, in turn, provided an excellent opportunity for the progressives and patriots of the Cherke people to develop their careers.

Marshal Akbar's Cherke Republican Army was originally one of the most elite border troops of the Kingdom, and with the addition of a large number of members of the Original Color Organization, it has shown considerable vitality and combat power.

Once the Imperial fleet stationed in Katun withdraws from Cherk, it should be only a matter of time before the Republican Army reunifies the country.

However, regardless of the ideology of the newly formed Republic of Cherk, it would need the strong support of the Alliance to rebuild its homeland ravaged by imperial invasion and civil war. The Alliance was the only entity they could rely on.

Given that they have changed their political system, they might be even more vulnerable to infiltration.

Thus, the first officially recognized primary color regime in the universe would become a vassal state of the Alliance. They could even compete with the Community Pioneer Party for leadership and interpretation rights in the Universalism movement.

So this is the alliance's scheme? Was it your scheme?
Brunhilde looked at Annie, as if to say something, but then let out a barely audible sneer.

"Yani, the way you live is really boring."

"You're overthinking it. Even I didn't plan this far. Most of the time, I just go with the flow. You see, it was actually you who gave me the opportunity."

None of these things would have happened if the Galactic Empire hadn't withdrawn its troops and had stayed in Katun.

But why did they have to withdraw their troops? This brings us back to the person who swaggered into the Heavenly Realm.

“Puren, I can indeed see the future.” Princess Rainbow Rose pointed to her eyes, and faint, clock-engraved patterns of light flickered in her crystal-clear, azure eyes. “However, the more different futures I see, the more I understand that the future is unpredictable. Because humanity has no limits.”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Don't be so arrogant, Tachibana... Dragon King!"

"You were trying to say orange cat, weren't you? You just wanted to say orange cat, weren't you?"

Yani pretended not to hear and continued, "Mortals can always create miracles. If you think you can control them forever, you'll die a terrible death. If there's anything I've learned from the fish, it's this."

"What a cloying nickname. Is it only because Fina isn't around?"

“I’ve called her that to her face too,” Yani said, still looking quite proud. “So, have you learned anything?”

Brunhilde bit her lip. She admitted she had learned something, but she just didn't want to admit it, especially not in front of this white fox. It made her feel like she'd lost.

However, she finally revealed a frank smile: "My people need me, and I need my people. The military nobles need to be shackled, and the officials of the prime minister's office need to be whipped, but the people will always be my companions."

"That sounds counterintuitive. Common sense in political science tells me that your base is clearly the military aristocracy of Tirelo." "Ha, I was the Chosen Champion at the age of twelve, ten years faster than Lian Qing. I am the youngest Imperial Marshal and Privy Councilor in nearly two centuries. What I do is counterintuitive."

"Alright, Pudding, you're truly something else. I really admire you for your fearless and unrestrained way of doing things. Hehe, impressive, Dragon... Orange Cat."

"Why did you change it back when you were right?"

Yani continued to pretend she hadn't heard: "Wonderful! The people's queen. How I wish I could hear such genuine cheers in the empire one day."

“What a despicable attempt to sow discord.” Brunhilde scoffed. “The Galactic Empire has a tradition of regency, and I have never hidden my ambition to wear that crown. Your Majesty will not hold it against me. However, I am not yet the Empress; the time is not yet ripe.”

"So, you admit that His Majesty the Emperor is temporarily unable to handle state affairs?"

Brunhilde stood with his hands behind his back and didn't answer, only giving the other person a knowing smile.

“My fish are like ghosts, moving freely across the empire’s territory, but they’re always taking risks!” Yani’s tone carried a hint of heartache. Although she was acting, there was still some genuine worry in her voice.

Of course, this cloying nickname still earned Brunhilde a hard eye roll.

"What I'm more curious about is, Brin, how does he know so much about the Empire's shipping lanes and defensive weaknesses? It's as if returning to the Empire is like returning to his own home."

Brunhilde responded with a knowing smile, his eyes calm and unwavering.

Fortunately, Amida didn't seem to be going to continue this complicated and delicate topic: "Let's go back to where we started. The conflict between our two countries, besides Cherke, also involves Femor. You know, for the past 800 years, we've ensured that this starry sky serves as a perfect buffer zone. The benefits here are shared by all countries. Brin, you were the ones who crossed the line first."

“Fairmore’s status quo has lasted for over eight hundred years, and I’m tired of it.”

"Is it because they're tired of it, or have they seen some possibility somewhere?"

Brunhilde did not answer directly: "In contrast, the Privy Council would agree to your establishment of a free trade city-state at the important transportation hub of Femor."

She waved her hand, as if to say, "We have already made concessions; we have been very magnanimous."

"However, Congress wants you to withdraw from Fairmoor completely. I still believe that the wishes of the people of Fairmoor should be fully respected."

"We have already appointed six border lords. They have already set off with the funds, equipment, and expeditionary teams they applied for from the Heraldry Academy."

"That's your problem."

"Hey, you heartless woman, even Qing's fiefdom is in Feimo. Put your hand on your barren heart that can't be generous, touch your conscience and see if you've done right by him."

"Orange cat, we should be more mature. You shouldn't make personal attacks."

"So you're not going to change your tune this time, are you?"

In short, at this moment, these two women who were about to rule the galaxy once again adopted the demeanor of mature politicians and frankly exchanged their opinions on the local issues of Femor.

When they realized that neither of them could convince the other, their tone immediately became pragmatic, and a hypocritical yet compassionate sentiment arose spontaneously.

"So that's how it is. Large-scale border conflicts are ultimately inevitable!"

"This battle was bound to happen eventually; the key is to control the situation. The border conflict must not escalate into a full-blown war."

"Yes, this is certainly a consensus among all of us, and it is absolutely in the interests of all of us."

"However, there are colossus weapons here after all."

Will a standoff occur between colossus weapons?

"That depends on the arrangements. Yulian No. 1 will definitely cross Canchuan, and even I can't stop it. The most peaceful doves can't stop it either."

"The Emperor's Staff will definitely be deployed at Wanwang Pass. This is something that cannot be avoided."

"Yes! The reason the people elected my unworthy father to power was because they hoped to see the Colossus and the Great Fleet confront each other."

"This tense atmosphere of oppression will actually become the driving force for common prosperity and development in the future."

"It's ugly, but it's always the truth."

"Purene, is it possible..."

"Please stop talking."

"Is it possible that if that guy saw us like this, we'd look like a hideous, abandoned woman?"

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Why did you still say it?"

"Then let's wait until the situation becomes clearer before continuing to discuss Femo's fate. Femo's future, the future of civilization, the future of the universe—these can all be discussed peacefully over afternoon tea. By the way, Brin, when exactly will the situation become clearer?"

Brunhilde said helplessly, "All the powerful figures in the Galactic Empire, whether they are the admirals of the Imperial Guard, the local garrison commanders, the border lords, the important ministers of the Privy Council and the Prime Minister's Office, or even the elders who have a little say in the Celestial Realm, are waiting for the situation to become clear."

Amida's tone was somewhat aggressive: "Your duty is to clarify the situation. That's why you became the youngest Privy Councillor. Brin, you've been chosen."

“Such things can’t be predetermined, Miss Fox. I advise you not to believe everything you hear. Didn’t your ancestors tell you not to judge the actions of a true god with a frivolous attitude?” Brunhilde pointed to her eyes, as if straining, but her golden eyes shone like the midday sun, flowing with a brilliant and majestic golden light.
"Look me in the eyes, Yani, look me in the eyes. You must show respect!"

Even across light-years and a screen, Princess Rainbow Rose felt a pressure from the other person unlike anything she had felt before. She instinctively avoided direct eye contact, then sincerely said with both hands clasped, "Indeed, I should reflect on myself. The fish's incursion into the Celestial Realm has brought the Empire into a rare period of upheaval, and I've inadvertently become complacent!"

"You certainly are."

"Breen, don't get too cocky! The people's queen needs to wait for the right opportunity."

"You're right. Wait, why are you lecturing me now?"

They made arrangements for the fate of the Cherke people; they treated the vast Fermo region, inhabited by hundreds of billions of people of various races, as a large cake that could be divided; however, they all tacitly refrained from discussing the community and the future of Earthlings.

They exchanged a knowing smile, a glance that spoke volumes about their mastermind and was brimming with information, before abruptly ending their strange discussion. These two women were, after all, not yet leaders of the Empire and the Alliance; achieving such an understanding was already quite remarkable.

Their conversation ended there.

Brunhilde waited until the signal on the private channel was completely cut off, leaving not a trace of signal, before picking up his personal terminal and shutting it down.

She sat up straight, her shoulders slightly tense, and turned to gaze at the empty sofa in front of her desk.

Then, King Brunhilde of Suliuka heard a familiar yet long-lost voice: "Finished talking?"

"We've finished talking, Your Majesty. By the way, when did you arrive?"