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Chapter 125 Iluvia: Eat my super-range spatial slash!
The capital city, the imperial palace.

Salah III's health has improved considerably. Although he is not yet able to return to his previous work intensity, he no longer needs to stay in bed.

But if he had a choice, he would rather go back to a few days ago, to when he had just woken up from his coma.

At least at that time, my consciousness was still hazy.

You don't have to face so many troubles every day when you open your eyes.

I originally thought that dealing with the aftermath of the capital turmoil, the purge of the National Assembly, and the handling of Wellington were already the most troublesome things.

Unexpectedly, Xilan, who has always been a fence-sitter, actually had the idea of ​​becoming the leader this time.

Their intention is to enhance the strength of their own faction by excavating the sealed artifacts...

Salah III didn't know how to judge the other party's actions; simply killing him seemed too merciful.

However, more urgent than figuring out what to do with this guy is to retrieve the sealed item.

And to rearrange the royal succession ceremony.

Neither of these jobs is easy.

Especially the former.

As emperor, he was well aware of the trouble that the sealed contents would bring to the empire and even the entire continent.

In fact, if all the sealed items were to enter the spatial turbulence, Salah III could actually breathe a sigh of relief.

The main characteristic of spatial turbulence is its uncertainty.

But basically, those sealed artifacts will be forever lost in the turbulence, or suffer some irreparable damage in the spatial turbulence.

Without external assistance, those armors alone would not be able to free themselves.

Besides gods, the only beings capable of moving freely within spatial turbulence are the Demon King's complete castle from back then.

But one suit of armor was spared from being caught in the spatial turbulence!
This makes things much more complicated.

Once this wandering Demon King's Hand prototype manages to pull the other twelve prototypes out of the spatial turbulence, it will be able to do so.

What awaits humanity is a smaller version of a miniature demon city, capable of producing an almost infinite number of troops.

And a total of thirteen immortal armors whose strength was almost identical to that of ordinary ninth-ring legendary level experts.

The thought of this gave Salah III a headache.

Fortunately, according to the message Furam sent last night, her future son-in-law, who hasn't yet married into the family, seems to have the means to completely destroy this armor.

What remains uncertain is whether Roland's methods will actually work on the prototype.

At this moment, sitting on the other side of the table, Iluvia, with a look of utter despair, pushed aside the pile of official documents blocking her view and then looked resentfully at her own father.

"Father...why do so many things have to be handled by the two of us?"

Are all those bureaucrats in the National Assembly just for show?

"Also, when is Roland coming back?"

Seeing his daughter's striking mood, Salah III coughed and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Wellington himself went to the North after being expelled from the family and rose through the ranks to his current position through military merit."

"Why do you think I sent you to launch a purge against the military?"

"Guess how many military nobles in the National Assembly owe their current status to his favor?"

"With so many people being purged, the vacant positions won't be filled anytime soon."

"But some decisions have to be made, and I'm not fully recovered, so..."

Iluvia lay on the table, looking unhappy.

Although she had a bad feeling from the beginning, she really didn't expect things to turn out so badly.

If it weren't for the few undead puppets that could help her with some simple official duties, such as stamping documents and sorting files, she felt she would be exhausted to death.

Of course, her previous statement was not accurate either.

After all, the documents that were delivered to her and Salah III could not possibly be some trivial matter.

The bureaucrats at the top have fallen, but the civil servants at the bottom are still there.

The empire's daily operations were not actually a problem.

The main reason I've been busy lately is dealing with various crime determinations and sentencing standards, as well as the appointment of new officials and members of parliament, which has taken up a lot of my energy.

Of course, if we include the approval of military expenditures, and other documents that require Salah III's personal review, such as those concerning fiscal spending and tax revenue, there are even more.

She began to miss the time when she was being assassinated every day.

At least there are some different kinds of frights every day.

She also began to miss those not-so-long days on campus.

Although I have never attended a proper class, I have hardly ever met any of the teachers or professors in the college.

But at least she could see Roland at the academy.

Now, all he sees is his father drinking tea and watching him work, and seemingly endless work.

And Roland... This guy clearly said he would come to see me, but then he went out to do a quest with that blue-haired pet.

The thought of Roland spending every day with other women made Iluvia feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although she wasn't a possessive woman.

No, it's not. Absolutely not.

Planting listening devices and using array permissions to spy on Roland were just ways of showing that he cared about the other person.

It's not that I'm possessive.

Well, it's not.

Besides, I'm busy to death in the palace, and it's really unpleasant to think that Roland is playing around with other girls outside, right?

Just as Iluvia was thinking this, and began to poke the non-existent Roland figure in her mind with a non-existent needle, the door to the room was pushed open by the chief of the palace guards.

Salah III glanced at the Grand Master of the Imperial Guard with some displeasure, but still patiently asked, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, the situation is urgent... Blackthorn Territory has sent a request for help!"

"A large army of unidentified demon familiars, along with dozens of black armors known as the Demon King's Hand, are rapidly approaching Blackthorn Lord City."

"In addition, the Shadow Guard squad within the Chaos Brotherhood has appeared, and its leader, Cassius, has led his men to attack the magic train that Lady Flam and Lord Roland were traveling on."

"After Cassius was defeated, the prototype that broke free of its seal appeared. Ms. Flam and Lord Roland are fighting it, and they have also sent out a distress call!"

As he spoke, the commander of the Imperial Guard placed a stack of documents in front of Salah III.

"What!?"

Salah III instinctively stood up, and after a quick thought, he immediately issued an order: "Order all noble territories and city-states surrounding Blackthorn Territory to rush to its aid as quickly as possible!"

"Contact the Holy See and the Continental Historical Society, requesting that both sides send reinforcements!"

"Furthermore... Federic, you shall immediately lead the elite of the Royal Guard and the Hatters' elite troops directly to Blackthorn Territory via the military teleportation array!"

"Also, have Kefas go to the location of Ms. Flam's attack immediately!"

"We must capture that prototype on the spot!"

The Imperial Guard commander, named Federic, saluted and then immediately went to carry out the order.

After a brief moment of surprise, Iluvia stood up, looked at Salah III, and said, "I want to go too!"

"Don't be silly, Iluvia... This time the enemy is not a living thing, your innate spells will not work."

Salah III looked at Iluvia: "I know how you feel, but going there now will only..."

"You'll only cause trouble, won't you?"

Iluvia knew what Salah III would say.

She knew that going there now would be a very reckless act.

After a brief emotional turmoil, Iluvia took a few deep breaths: "I understand, Father."

Looking at Iluvia, who had returned to her seat, Salah III shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, Iluvia, you can't take risks at this time."

Iluvia shook her head: "I just won't go to the scene, I didn't say I won't do anything."

"Father, can you tell me the exact location where Roland and the others were attacked?"

Salah III frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"You were also the inheritor of the capital's array formation, don't you know the purpose of the imperial palace itself?"

"Ah, does the palace itself have any other uses?"

Seeing Salah III's genuinely bewildered expression, Iluvia was somewhat surprised: "Don't you know that the palace itself is a giant spatial magic tool?"

Salah III: "???"

"You really didn't know?! Isn't this information directly from the inherited memories?!"

Salah III paused for a moment before saying, "This is indeed the first time I've heard of this. I only know that the palace is the center of the formation, and that the formation can observe everything within the capital and control its spatial structure at will..."

"But the palace itself contains information about magical artifacts, and I did not have any similar memories when I was passing on the knowledge."

"Perhaps... this has something to do with the Sword of Silence recognizing its master?"

Salah III can only speculate like this.

Not only was he unaware of this, but his father hadn't mentioned it to Salah III before he died!
Considering the sword of silence's recognition of its master, Salah III could only guess using the method of controlling variables.

After all, he didn't think his daughter would lie to him about this.

"So, Iluvia, what do you want to do?"

Iluvia also temporarily gave up on pressing the issue and instead said, "Although the range of the Royal Capital's formation is limited to the Royal Capital."

"But this giant magical artifact, made entirely from the palace, has a range that covers the entire empire... it's just that the farther away it is from the capital, the greater the energy consumption."

"I just wanted to offer Roland some help, and I really wanted to know just how powerful and energy-consuming this thing was."

Salah III nodded, then handed the documents that the Chief of the Guard, Federic, had just presented to Iluvia, who then learned the approximate coordinates.

Iluvia was eager to try, while Salah III asked a crucial question: "Where does this magical artifact's attack consume its magic power? How can you be sure you've hit it?"

"The capital's array will provide the power. If the inherited memories are correct, the array will draw upon the vast magical energy within the capital's area to keep this magical artifact running."

"As for confirming the target... wouldn't it be easy to just have Roland cast a communication spell then?"

Without hesitation, Iluvia activated the giant magical artifact, which had been created three hundred years ago and was being used for the first time, right indoors.

The next moment, everyone in the capital saw the enormous blue sphere of light that had gathered atop the spire of the palace.

(End of this chapter)