Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 49 Justice
August 20, 627 AD, a red-brick church in a small border town of the Kingdom of Oulan.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the church, bathing the statue of the Virgin Mary in a honey-colored hue. Children dressed in pristine white robes lined up beneath the statue, holding songbooks and singing in their tender voices.

The middle-aged nun standing behind the pulpit was reciting a hymn with her eyes lowered when she heard a discordant whistling sound.

She frowned slightly and looked up at the boy with the round nose in the lower left corner. He was looking at the book, but his mouth was slightly pursed.

"Cough cough."

She cleared her throat twice, placed her hand on the ruler on the podium, and glared at the troublemaking boy.

The boy noticed the warning he was given, pursed his lips, shrugged, stuck out his tongue, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the blonde girl with freckles next to him.

The girl looked at him, rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

But they also noticed the nun's fierce gaze, and quickly straightened up and began to recite the mantra again.

The nun also lowered her gaze, focusing her attention on the reading.

But a moment later, she heard whistling again.

"Enough!" she shouted, unable to bear it any longer, and interrupted the chanting.

"John, when are you going to stop this nonsense?!"

The little boy with the round nose who was called out opened his eyes wide and looked at her innocently.

"Sister Moni, it really wasn't me this time."

"Still making excuses! If you keep this up, you're out of the choir!" the nun said angrily.

"I"

The boy tried to argue, but then the whistle rang out again, and everyone could hear it.

"See! It really isn't me!" the boy shouted.

The nun frowned in confusion; the voice seemed to be coming from outside.
She walked to the window, pushed open the shutter, and looked up.

She saw a bright red light flashing in the blue sky, where layers of white clouds drifted by, like a shooting star etched in the sky.

The "shooting star" grew larger and larger in her pupils until it finally reached its highest point in the sky, at which point she recognized it.

That was the exhaust plume of a missile.

The next moment, a sharp whistle rang out throughout the town, and a blazing red light illuminated the faces of all the children who had not yet reacted. A thunderclap resounded in the clear sky, and the church, amidst the thunder, transformed into a brownish-brown explosion cloud.

August 21, Kingdom of Fein, Fatis Palace.

The public reception room was already packed with journalists from all over the world, their voices hushed as they chatted.

The side door behind the table was pushed open, and a tall, middle-aged man in a dark blue suit strode out. The once quiet reception room suddenly became noisy, with almost all the reporters asking questions at the same time, and the sound of cameras exploding everywhere.

"Mr. Enled! How will the Kingdom of Fein explain the missile attack that occurred in Stream Town, Kingdom of Oran, on August 20th?!"

"This attack resulted in 55 civilian casualties, including 24 underage children. How will the Kingdom of Fein respond to the public condemnation caused by this incident?"

"Mr. Enred! Was the missile used in this attack on the church the 'Justice' magic missile, the latest model from Finn that was previously revealed?"

"Is the military strike by the Kingdom of Fein related to the mining agreement that Surna is about to sign with Oran?"

The man remained calm as he raised a hand towards the reporters firing off a barrage of questions and the flashing lights below, and the scene quieted down.

He spoke in a calm voice:
"At 9:24 AM on August 20th, the 8th Spell Missile Brigade of the 37th Division of the Kingdom of Fane launched a new type of precision-guided spell missile, codenamed 'Justice,' into the territory of the Kingdom of Oulan. This military operation was unanimously authorized by the National Cabinet Committee and the Military Committee of the Kingdom of Fane, aiming to eliminate members of the extremist group 'Freedom Front' hiding in this stronghold. The missile accurately hit the target and completed its mission. The Kingdom of Fane has fulfilled its mission."

"You're lying! There are no extremist groups there! The Kingdom of Fein launched missiles without any prior notice! You killed our children!" The shout came from a reporter from the Kingdom of Oran. He was agitated, his eyes red, and he roared at Enled on the stage.

"The committee informed the Oran Kingdom's officials via radio half an hour before the strike that if the Oran Kingdom had spent that precious half hour evacuating civilians instead of protesting, there would have been no unnecessary casualties," Enled said calmly.

He ignored the reporter from Orland who was about to ask further questions, and pointed to the reporter from the Champagne Daily on his left.

“Mr. Enled, four months ago, Oran held mineral negotiations with Surna despite the opposition of the Kingdom of Fein. The town of Stream, which was attacked this time, is less than 100 kilometers away from the River Valley mining area stipulated in the agreement. Does this represent a military threat from the Kingdom of Fein against Oran?”

“This operation is solely aimed at eliminating extremist group members hiding within the strongholds and has nothing to do with anything else,” Enled said.

A reporter from the orc kingdom of Uthrull raised his hand, and Enled raised his hand in return.

The bear-man reporter, over two meters tall, massive in stature and covered in hair, was dressed in an oversized suit and wore small round-framed glasses. He asked Enled in a calm voice:
"Does the Kingdom of Fein have any evidence to prove that members of an extremist group are hiding in that church?"

Enled held up a letter: "This is a letter intercepted by the intelligence organization, sent from Oran to Finn. The sender is Uriel Vic, one of the administrators of the Freedom Front, and the address is the Church in Stream Town."

"Nonsense! This can't possibly be called evidence!" It was the same reporter from Orland again, who roared angrily at Enlid.
“Fan has absolutely no right to interfere in Oran’s territory. You are committing a crime! Everyone involved in this operation should be sent to a military court!”

“I feel it’s necessary to remind you,” Enlid said. “According to the Dolenza Treaty of 591, any country has the power to enforce its laws against terrorist organizations across borders. You’re here questioning Fein for interfering in other countries, but why don’t you ask about Oran’s long-term protection and indulgence of members of extremist organizations?”

"There are no extremist groups there at all! You're talking nonsense!"

The reporter's voice echoed throughout the reception room, but Enlid remained calm. Two security guards stepped forward, grabbed his angry body, and dragged him outside.

Once the silence had subsided, one reporter asked in a deep voice:

"So, who should bear the blood debt owed to the civilians of Oran this time?"

"The Freedom Front, and the Oran government, which failed to evacuate civilians in a timely manner."

The reporter's eyes narrowed:

"You know this is trying to start a war, don't you?"

"The Kingdom of Fein has always upheld the principle of maintaining peace, and is willing to pay any price to uphold this principle. If the Kingdom of Oran fails to share the same resolve, then..."

"You're killing people! You executioner! Butcher!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a hat stood up from among the reporters, pulled out a tattered, blood-stained garment, held it high, and roared angrily at Enride:
"My child! Susanna! She was only seven years old! She was so kind! But now this monster has killed her! He killed 55 people! Your hands are stained with blood!"

The camera flashes continued to point at the man, and two security guards stepped forward again, grabbed the enraged father, and dragged him out of the reception room. Throughout this, Enled's gaze remained fixed straight ahead, and his expression was unusually calm.

Once it quieted down again, he continued:
"If the Kingdom of Oran and other countries cannot achieve the same level of awareness, they will only become destabilizing factors threatening the world. At that time, it will be they who start the war, not the Kingdom of Fein."

The black sedan drove smoothly down the street. Everything that had just happened in the meeting room had been sent to newspapers all over the world at lightning speed. The printing presses were running at full speed, and soon there would be many more newspaper boys shouting their wares on this street.

"The Cabinet Committee's routine meeting is at 2 PM, and your private meeting with the King is at 4 PM."

The secretary reported the day's schedule. Enred sat calmly, gazing at the bustling street, and suddenly asked:

"Is today the entrance interview for St. Illustrated Academy?"

"Yes." The secretary nodded. "The princess's affairs are being handled by the madam, so there's no need to worry."

The secretary paused for a moment, then added, "Should we take a look?"

Enred paused for a moment, then said:

"No need, let's go back to the mansion first."

(End of this chapter)