Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 283 The Caster Compromises

Although the war is over, the atmosphere in a room at Fort Collins is tense.

Lieutenant General Dilan and Layton, the two spellcasters, were seriously injured in the battle with the Faithless.

After the war, they were arranged to stay in a cleaner room to recuperate and rest.

Because of Moon's disappearance, the tribal wizard's magic potion was also exhausted.

The two spellcasters had to re-activate those ineffective federal magic potions.

Lieutenant General Dilan's arms were wrapped in layers of bandages.

That was caused by the burns of the black magic of the unbelievers.

The wound still caused piercing pain from time to time, causing him to frown slightly inadvertently.

Layton's leg injury was also serious.

Every movement was accompanied by a dull stinging pain.

But the spellcaster leader always endured it, unwilling to show any weakness in front of others.

The leg injury did not stop Layton from moving.

Every day he would get up from his bed, walk to the window with difficulty, and look at everything that was happening in the castle.

At first, Lieutenant General Dilan thought his old friend was admiring the post-war gains.

But Layton kept sighing at the window.

“Alas~”

The sighs became heavier and heavier, and Layton seemed to be shrouded in endless sorrow.

This made it even more difficult for Lieutenant General Dylan, who was already having trouble sleeping due to the pain, to calm down and have a good rest.

"You probably sigh a thousand times a day."

Lieutenant General Dylan struggled to stand up with his other intact hand and looked at Layton by the window.

"What happened? We've already won, we should be happy."

Lieutenant General Dilan finally couldn't help but ask.

Layton ignored Dylan, who was still immersed in the joy of victory, and just turned his head silently.

He cast his gaze out the window and sighed heavily again.

"Forget it."

Seeing that Layton was unwilling to pay attention to him, Lieutenant General Dylan lay down again.

Looking at the stone carvings on the ceiling, he leisurely talked about his arrangements.

"Anyway, I've already sent someone to inform the soldiers on Orem Island. They'll be coming to take over Andros Island in a few days."

There was a hint of confidence and decisiveness in Lieutenant General Dilan's tone.

This was something he had planned long ago. Once the Faithless were eliminated, he would notify his soldiers to come and take over.

However, when Layton heard this, he did not agree.

Instead, he slowly shook his head again.

"I think you'd better withdraw that military order."

Layton finally spoke, his voice low and solemn.

It seemed as if every word carried the weight of his thoughts over the past three days.

"Why?"

Lieutenant General Dilan looked puzzled.

In his opinion, Layton is a loyal general who is steadfast and determined to defend the federal territory to the death.

Now there is an opportunity to reclaim lost territory, but they don't care at all.

"Isn't this what you've always thought?"

Dylan sat up in bed again and stared at Layton's back.

Before the war, Layton had revealed this idea to him.

Through this war, the faithless were eliminated and the power of the tribal wizards was damaged.

The federation can then reap the benefits and eventually take back the territory.

"Look at the people outside in the square, and you'll understand why."

Layton did not give a direct explanation, but slowly stood up from the window.

He walked back into the house with slightly heavy steps.

After sitting back down on the somewhat worn chair, he reached out and picked up the cold tea from last night.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

But the cold tea could not reduce the irritability in his heart.

Lieutenant General Dilan walked to the window with suspicion in his heart.

Following Layton's gaze.

I saw a large number of islanders gathered densely in the square outside the castle.

Their faces were filled with complicated expressions.

There is a sense of relief in surviving the disaster.

There is also confusion about the future.

From time to time, you can see a few tribal wizards in the crowd.

They were surrounded by islanders with gentle smiles on their faces.

Listening patiently to the islanders' stories.

"They're just ordinary people out there, what could be the problem?"

Lieutenant General Dilan frowned and asked in confusion.

“Of course there is a problem!”

Boom!
Layton put the teacup heavily on the table.

"Don't you notice anything different about their behavior?"

After saying this, Layton rubbed his eyebrows unconsciously.

In the past few days, he racked his brains and tried many methods.

But it still didn't stop the islanders from gathering in the castle.

"Aren't they just expressing their gratitude to High Priest Moon? What's the problem with that?"

Lieutenant General Dilan still did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

In his mind, the Faithless had been wreaking havoc on Andros for over twenty years.

Now that Moon has eliminated these dark wizards, it's natural for the islanders to want to express their gratitude.

"It's true that they are grateful, but, alas! Haven't you noticed that the feelings these islanders have for the tribal wizards are already extraordinary?"

Layton said, his eyes fixed on Lieutenant General Dylan.

"Putting aside other things, think back to yesterday afternoon when you were out inspecting. How did those islanders treat you?"

Lieutenant General Dilan couldn't help scratching his head after hearing this, trying to recall what happened yesterday afternoon.

At that time, he was walking in the bustling castle square.

The surrounding islanders looked at him in awe, and some elderly people even wanted to come up and kiss his shoes.

He stopped these people in time and received their greetings.

The islanders called him...

"Lord God!"

Lieutenant General Dilan slapped his thigh suddenly and realized something.

"You mean to say that these islanders have already regarded Moon as the new ruler of Andros Island?"

Lieutenant General Dylan looked at Layton in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

Layton nodded helplessly, his expression becoming more serious.

"Then I will immediately dispatch troops and have them take over the main cities here with weapons..."

Lieutenant General Dilan was extremely anxious and spoke without hesitation.

But as soon as he said that, he stopped abruptly.

Because he knew very well that this seemingly simple and straightforward plan would not work at all.

He was well aware of the current reaction of the islanders in the castle.

If he rashly sent troops here, he would inevitably encounter large-scale resistance from them.

Most of his soldiers came from all over the archipelago, and many of them were from Andros Island.

How could these soldiers have the heart to turn their swords against their own fellow villagers?

In addition, there is a large number of Evangelical believers under the castle.

These are all people who are very loyal to Moon.

Even if the spellcaster army wanted to drive out the tribal wizards, these people would definitely try their best to stop them.

Furthermore, the tribal wizards have been weakened by the war.

But the mysterious tribal high priest never showed up.

The strength that Moon displayed in the previous battle made the two high-ranking spellcasters feel wary.

"Tell me, is the high priest really injured?"

Lieutenant General Dylan lowered his voice and asked Layton cautiously.

"I don't know, but even if he is really injured, are you sure you can withstand his extremely sharp flying blade magic?"

Layton asked back, a hint of worry in his eyes.

When Lieutenant General Dylan heard this, the image of Moon riding on a flying broom involuntarily emerged in his mind.

The shocking scene when he nimbly launched [Divine Sharpness Shadowless] at the Molten Scale Giant Snake.

At that time, Moon displayed such powerful fighting ability that he was like the God of War.

"Well, never mind. Anyway, these islanders don't have to suffer anymore."

Lieutenant General Dilan sighed and left the window.

He reluctantly took another look at the scenery outside the castle, then closed the window heavily.

Looking at Lieutenant General Dylan's slightly dejected look, Layton couldn't help but sneer helplessly.

He found that he felt much better after talking about the thing that was bothering him.

"Indeed, this situation has already exceeded our initial expectations. Let's just pass this hot potato to those five old guys to deal with."

After listening to what Layton said, Lieutenant General Dylan walked quickly to him.

"You won't report me to the Supreme Five, will you?"

"Report? Is that still necessary?"

Layton said as he poured himself another cup of cold tea.

But this cup of cold tea is no longer needed to quench the irritability in my heart.

"Indeed, losing territory is a serious crime. It seems I will definitely be court-martialed."

Vice Admiral Dylan said this, sitting on the boat somewhat dejectedly, with a wry smile on his lips.

"You can't go to a military court, right? You just insulted the Supreme Council, didn't you?"

Hearing what Layton said, Dylan looked again in confusion.

"Don't look at me like that. Do you think those five old guys really think that the entire Vena Islands are our territory?"

"Isn't it?"

Dylan shut up halfway through his sentence.

As the longest-serving federal governor in the Venetian Islands.

Dylan is well aware of the actual situation in the Vena Islands.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Federation, although this place was under the jurisdiction of the Beast Maynila Empire, it was actually in a state of anarchy.

Wizarding families and pirates are the rulers of the archipelago.

Later, the federal government took a fancy to this land and sent troops to reclaim it.

But they encountered obstacles from non-believers.

Over the years, they actually only controlled three islands.

In order to demonstrate the strength of the Federation, they declared the archipelago to be their largest territory.

"You mean to say that I won't be punished?"

Lieutenant General Dilan said with sudden realization.

"How is that possible? Although these islands were not federal territory before, we still had the opportunity to take them back. But now we have truly lost to the tribal wizards."

As Layton spoke, he picked up his teacup and analyzed the current situation in the archipelago in the room.

"We have lost both in terms of strength and the hearts of the islanders. I think this is what the higher-ups are most concerned about. Given that you..."

Layton suddenly looked at Dylan.

"You're still quite powerful. I think they'll let you return to the mainland to help resist the attack of the Maynila Empire."

Layton's analysis is very reasonable.

In his opinion, the biggest enemy of the current federation is the Maynila Empire.

Lieutenant General Dylan is one of the few high-ranking spellcasters, so the top five-man team should not be too embarrassed.

"What about the archipelago? If I leave, there will be no one to watch over it."

"Don't worry, I don't think the tribal wizards want to start a war in the archipelago, and what we need to do next is to establish good relations with them."

"Build a good relationship?"

Dylan took a while to react to Layton's quick and contrasting transformation.

"We won't be thinking about flying magic and Charmander for now, but I think we can work on potions."

(End of this chapter)