Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 296 They are coming
Deep within the imperial palace of the unified southern empire.

The hall was filled with a somber atmosphere, much like Leggett's mood at that moment.

He paced anxiously before the throne, which was covered with a red carpet, unconsciously gripping the scepter that represented the highest power of the empire so tightly that his fingertips trembled.

"Still no news?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his gaze fixed on Friedrich, who stood silently below.

A shadow fell over Friedrich's face as he shook his head slightly: "Your Majesty, six hours have passed since the last contact."

We tried every known form of long-range communication magic, even resorting to special methods used only in emergencies, but there was still no response from the Vanguard Legion.

"No response at all?!"

Leggett abruptly stopped, his voice rising sharply with disbelief and rage, "This is impossible! The legion has over a hundred court mages, dozens of whom are skilled in long-range communication magic!"

Even if it was Celia they were facing, how could she possibly not be able to send back a single message?!
Could it be that they are all…

His words came to an abrupt halt as a thought he least wanted to believe suddenly appeared, sending a chill down his spine.

Friedrich looked up. "Your Majesty, judging from the current situation..."

He didn't say it explicitly, but his heavy gaze said it all.

"no, I can not……"

Leggett instinctively denied it, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps resisting the cruel reality.

"That is the empire's most elite legion! It is an army that I have poured countless efforts into building! They have the most elite soldiers, the most powerful mages, and... and many magical items that I specially prepared for them."

How could they... how could they be... by two people..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a muttering to himself. His face drained of color, leaving only a stubbornness that was being forced to endure.

In Leggett's eyes, he had devoted his entire life to building the Empire's powerful vanguard legion.

He invested far more resources in this army than he did in having the dwarves forge the holy sword.

He believed that his army was invincible, and that there was no one in the world who could confront them head-on, not even elves or demons.

As for among humans of the same race, it's even more impossible.

In fact, one of his purposes in sending this powerful legion was to kill Seria, and another was to launch a surprise attack on the Kingdom of El.

However, the plan has now failed.

It was a complete failure.

Seeing the emperor's self-deceiving demeanor, Friedrich's pent-up worries, disappointments, and anxieties about the empire's future finally broke through his long-held restraint.

He took a sudden step forward, his aged voice echoing in the empty hall:
"Legett! Wake up!!! You should be thinking about how to deal with the current situation, not fooling yourself like an idiot!"

The shout, addressing him by his full name, startled Leggett. He immediately looked up, staring at his teacher in disbelief.

In his memory, Friedrich will always be that calm, collected, occasionally stern but never losing his composure teacher.

Even when he was young and unruly, or when he made mistakes in decision-making during the war, he was never reprimanded in such a direct tone.

Friedrich's chest heaved violently. Seeing the mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of anger on Leggett's face, he swallowed back all the words he was about to utter, turning them into a heavy sigh.

He knew that his outburst had crossed the line for this increasingly arrogant emperor. But in the end, he couldn't hold back.

How did things get to this point?

Friedrich began to reflect on himself.

At the same time, he softened his tone and said with utmost solemnity, "Your Majesty, I did not mean to offend you. But the facts are before us, and we must accept the worst possibility: the Empire's vanguard legion has probably been... completely annihilated."

The shock on Leggett's face slowly faded, replaced by anger at the challenge to his authority.

He stared intently at Friedrich, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

However, his remaining rationality and the unwavering look in Friedrich's eyes kept him in check.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger: "Friedrich, watch your words! I am the Emperor, the master of this empire!"

Frederick ignored the emperor's warning; all he cared about at that moment was the survival of the empire.

After all, if the aftermath is not handled properly, the country simply cannot continue to exist.

"Your Majesty, the most urgent task is to immediately mobilize the remaining troops in the country, especially the mages who are stationed in the capital. We must prepare for the worst."

"The worst-case scenario?" Leggett frowned, his tone tinged with disdain. "Teacher, you're exaggerating a bit."

"Where is this place? This is my imperial capital! Garrisoned by tens of thousands of elite soldiers, with layers upon layers of magical barriers. Even if Seria and that Lord truly possess divine powers, would they dare to directly attack our doorstep?!"

He seemed to have found a reason to support his confidence, and his tone became firm again: "Last time, they took advantage of the loophole in our barrier, so they were able to teleport directly to the sky above the capital."

Now that the loophole has been completely fixed and the barrier fully deployed, not even a fly could sneak in silently. If they dare to come, we'll show them the true power of the empire!

The arrogance in his words shattered Friedrich's last glimmer of hope.

He was just about to continue persuading—

boom! ! !
A roar composed of magic suddenly appeared without warning, piercing through layers of magical barriers and echoing clearly in every corner of the capital.

This roar was not a sound, but more like a lament of space breaking apart.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying magical pressure, as if it were a tangible force, crashed down upon the entire capital!

The magical barriers inside and outside the capital city instantly emitted a piercing scream, their light flickering wildly and erratically.

The soldiers patrolling the city wall looked up in horror, only to see that the once clear sky was now tinged with an indescribable energy glow, and an enormous magic circle was slowly unfolding.

This scene seemed familiar, as if it had just happened not long ago.

Upon sensing this aura, Leggett's arrogance froze instantly, replaced by extreme horror.

He abruptly turned his head to look out the palace window, his pupils reflecting the enormous magic circle in the air, and that aura that was both incredibly familiar and terrifying at this moment.

Friedrich slowly closed his eyes. "As expected, it still couldn't be stopped."

Lord and Celia arrived.

Moreover, they arrived in a manner far exceeding their expectations, so domineering that they directly crushed all the defenses of the capital.

(End of this chapter)