Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

What happened far away in the Empire did not have much impact on Ulthuan.

Apart from the routine work of the heralds communicating with the royal court, most elves believed that the Phoenix King was bored and went to the Old World to travel.

It is a common consensus that the Phoenix King is not an elf who can sit still.

But this is definitely not the consensus of Princess Terenlock.

Atila leaned numbly on the throne, nodding her head as she listened to the minister's report, her pretty face filled with a kind of indifference that came from seeing through the mundane world.

Due to the changes in the law, many matters that were previously handled by court officials alone now need to be decided by the Phoenix King.

This is certainly true, and Imrik has demonstrated a keen sense of the overall situation more than once.

The overall situation needs to be made up of details. If the bottom of the building blocks is shaky, how can the empire prosper forever?

But this means that the person in charge must have a lot of energy, otherwise he will be like Attila, who has only eight hours of rest a day and can only take time to take care of the government affairs of Terranlock. All his energy is drawn to the affairs of the royal court.

Five minutes later, the minister was still talking. Ten minutes later, the minister was still talking.

Half an hour later, an extremely simple education system reform was concluded with the minister's slightly flowery and respectful tone.

"Okay, okay, I agree..." Atila straightened herself up and couldn't wait to stamp the document with the seal of the Phoenix King.

The minister left with satisfaction, leaving Phyllis sniggering beside him.

Atila rolled her eyes at the maid and searched for the document that had interrupted her train of thought.

"I finally understand why Imrik keeps running outside every few days. The Phoenix Court's working style is still very worrying."

The maid's face was full of smiles. Who said that the Phoenix King was always a lazy guy? I'm letting you experience it now. I guess it's unbearable.

After the documents were signed quietly one by one, Attila made a suggestion: "There seems to be a good drama performance tonight, do you want to go and see it?"

The maid thought about it for a while, especially about the considerations regarding the regent's itinerary, and nodded slowly after deciding that there was no problem.

"Yeah, but... just the two of us?"

"Do you want Agathel to point at the actors in the theater and say that they are all clowns and that there is no such thing as real and bizarre scenes in acting?"

Thinking of the Dragon Prince's artistic talent, the maid shuddered and thought it was better to forget it.

The artistic accomplishment of most dragon princes is to understand that this thing exists, and it is something that must be learned due to their aristocratic status.

But when it comes to the specific content, it's nonsense.

Waiting for dusk, Adila and Phyllis changed into elegant black dresses, transforming from strict members of the royal court into ladies.

Phyllis's fair hair contrasted sharply with the black fabric. The look would have seemed awkward under the two color differences, but her elegant temperament diluted the contrast. Her tall figure standing there was like a flawless statue that could not be desecrated.

And Adila still used the elegant yellow fabric as usual, and under her tough face, she hid a gentle heart.

The servants of the royal court had already prepared a carriage for the lady, and the low-key and simple black carriage looked unremarkable.

The waiter opened the car door and bowed to invite the two to get ready to go to the theater.

The carriage with the magic of stability made it especially stable when walking on the street. Etila and Phyllis were already used to this kind of life. While arriving at the theater, they took out "Brother's Blood" written by Bacchus and savored it again.

The tragedy was interesting, that was Etila's verdict.

A fierce war broke out between two twin brothers for the throne. The elder brother was elected by the people as the next king, leading the kingdom to light with wisdom.

After his elder brother obtained the throne, the younger brother went to a foreign land with a unwilling heart, gathered a group of warriors who were determined to gain power and honor, and seized the throne that belonged to him in the name of bravery.

But the final result was not satisfactory. The two sides fought for seven days and seven nights around the walls of the royal capital, and finally the two brothers pierced each other's hearts with spears.

This play, which contained strong political metaphors, attracted great attention once it was spread. It is said that after hearing it, the Phoenix King said that it had some metaphors of Aenarion and Caledor, and that the author should be arrested and tortured.

It is rumored that the film being screened at the Lothern Theatre is the sequel to "Brother's Blood on My Hands". Etila is looking forward to it and believes that Bax can bring a work with more realistic significance.

After a while, after finishing reading the tragedy in her hand again, Attila quietly drew aside the curtain of the carriage, her eyes fixed on the darkness, as if praying in her heart that such a tragedy would not happen in Ulthuan.

The theater was built in an elegant semicircular structure with a stepped seating area that could accommodate 500 people and was intended for use by respectable people in the city.

The 200-square-meter oak stage is very bright under the magic lights, allowing every audience member to clearly see the subtle changes in the actors' expressions.

Nobles of status and position would naturally not sit on the same level with a group of untouchables. Except for the poor people who were short of money and could only take out a few gold mazes from their pockets, the respectable lords and ladies of Lothern all chose private boxes.

And Adila is naturally one of them. She has a bad habit and doesn't like to be disturbed when she is appreciating beautiful things.

After politely rejecting the advances of the many Lothern bootlickers, the two ladies walked into the 20-square-meter box, came to the fence and sat down with their skirts lifted.

Phyllis took out the wine she had brought with her, pulled the cork with two fingers, prepared to use the wine as a prelude, and waited quietly for the drama to begin.

But all good things will always be broken, and this applies to the rules of the court as well as the theater.

A familiar voice came from behind, causing Phyllis to stop pouring the wine.

"Your Highness, Prince Tyrion requests an audience... because of the incident in Cathay."

Atila, who was looking forward to the opening of the drama, looked helpless. This was the Phoenix King.

In addition to official duties, in order to maintain the stability of rule, one must be prepared for emergencies at all times.

For example, regarding the Zhendan matter, the princess had never heard of it from her husband and thought it was just a very formal trip and visit.

But the person traveling there was a little special, he was the former war lord, also known as Tyrion the Reckless.

Atila sighed deeply and reluctantly left the red cloth of the stage. She only hoped that Tyrion could speak more concisely and not be like a nonsense minister who used flowery court language to embellish a very simple thing.

"Please let Prince Tyrion in."

After a while, Tyrion looked at the two ladies in the box with unfriendly expressions, looking a little confused.

"I asked around at the Phoenix Court for a long time, and they all said it would be best to come back to see you tomorrow... But the situation is urgent, and I can't wait any longer."

"If you have something to say, just say it, Tyrion..." Indescribably tired, this is what Atila said in her heart. (End of this chapter)