Man on the ark, forced to become king

This is probably a happy ending for everyone, at least that's what Lin Lu thinks.

King Evangelista XI and Violet went to comfort the soldiers who had been given a new lease on life. After they had gone far away, Lin Lu reached out and ruffled Mostima's head, then casually stroked his bald devil horns, and whispered, "How was it? I did a pretty good job, didn't I? I really gave you face this time. Look, you've even become the Pope."

"How dare you say that!"

Mostima immediately bristled. Since joining the Golden Tree, she seemed to have reverted to her repressed Sakorta nature, and her emotions became more and more apparent. The former ice queen was long gone.

"You've done a great job; now I'm the Pope!"

"It's not so bad."

Lin Lu thought this was a good thing. That annoying fat old man was nowhere near as pleasing to the eye as her own wife.

With family members in this position, things will be much easier to handle in the future.

"If you don't want to get involved, you can learn from Theresa. She also has the title of Demon King, but she spends all her time at the Golden Tree. Kazdel hasn't had any problems without her. In fact, Kazdel has developed better without her interference."

"Humph!"

Everyone was basically used to Lin Lu dragging Theresia out to whip her corpse every few days. Mostima pretended not to hear it and turned to walk towards the city gate.

"Come on, come with me to the hospital. Xiao Le's sister is waiting for your treatment."

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"How's the situation outside?"

In the cramped hospital room, Remien lay in bed, trying to observe the situation outside through the window.

News of the war had been announced beforehand, and all the people had received evacuation notices. She was also transferred from the sanatorium to a hospital set up specifically for emergencies.

Due to limited space, the large rooms were no longer available, and I was assigned to a small ward with very limited space.

"I have no way to answer this question for you."

There were two beds in the ward. Fiametta, whose face was etched with 'weakness,' lay next to her, responding listlessly.

Previously, she had used Laterano's special equipment to go all out in one go, but the price was that her body was completely drained and she was lying down. She was sent to the hospital and placed with Remy, and the two of them stared out the window and made wild guesses.

She doesn't feel any psychological pressure. She can fight when she needs to and lie down when she needs to. No matter how badly she gets beaten, if she plants a golden tree in this direction, those who haven't died can recover, and those who have died can come back to life.

"The magic in the sky has disappeared, so it must be resolved."

In contrast, Remian, who was unaware of the specifics, appeared much more melancholy.

War has not occurred in Lateran for a long time.

But as a former member of a special operations team, she has a deep impression of war and inevitably worries about casualties.

"Perhaps, he's always been very efficient."

Fiamet pulled her exposed arm back under the covers, yawned, and looked at her friend's worried expression. She felt a little sorry for her, but she couldn't tell her the specifics, so she could only offer a vague reassurance: "Don't worry, things aren't as bad as you think. No matter how the fighting is going on outside, don't take it to heart. No one will die in this war."

At most, there will be some minor changes in the ownership of Laterano.

She didn't say it aloud, but it lingered in her mind.

"In war, how can there be no deaths?"

Remyn didn't believe it at all, and peered out the window, trying to gather more information.

However, the location of this ward was not good, and the window was not large, making it difficult for her to realize her ideas. No matter how she looked, she could not see any further.

"In short, there are some things I can't say. Those who understand will understand, and those who don't shouldn't ask. Before long, you'll know that what I'm saying is true."

Bang!

As Fiameta was speaking, the ward door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. She turned her head, looked down, and immediately crawled down, hiding herself completely under the covers.

"Hey hey hey, isn't this Fia Meta? The Tree Guardian? The One-Armed Chainsaw Man? The Suffering Narrator? Haven't seen you for a few days, you've gotten so weak? Weren't you so fierce when you beat me up just now? What? You're already in bed? You're not good enough for this either."

If you were to make a list of the people you least want to see right now, Lin Lu's name would definitely be at the top of the list.

It's one thing to not feel psychological pressure, but after sleeping with his boss, Fiameta isn't the shameless type, so he'll still feel somewhat embarrassed.

If possible, she desperately wanted to remain invisible for a while, and then quietly return to Golden Tree after the storm had passed, pretending nothing had happened.

But things didn't go as planned. The person she least wanted to see appeared here at the most unexpected time, making her feel ashamed and unable to face anyone.

Lin Lu followed Mostima in, carrying her on her back. She immediately spotted Fiameta, who was hiding under the covers pretending to be dead. She walked over with a smile, mustered all her strength, and slapped her hard, teasing her in a sarcastic tone.

"Ow!!!"

Suddenly struck by a slap powerful enough to bend even a steel plate, Fiamma felt as if her lower body had been ripped away from her body in an instant, followed by a sharp, unexpected pain. She jumped out of bed, nearly falling off, and glared at the slap with wide eyes, yelling, "What did you do! You used so much force!"

"What? You're allowed to shoot me with a cannon, but I'm not allowed to retaliate? Why didn't you hold back when you hit me? What kind of behavior is this? Insubordination!"

"Your actions have caused me severe emotional distress, and I must get my revenge!"

Lin Lu stood on her moral high ground, pointing fingers and making Fiameta blush. She turned her head away guiltily, her eyes darting around.

"Anyway, you're not going to die..."

"Um?!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't do it again!"

Seeing that another slap was about to fall, Fiameta quickly backed down, shrinking back into the blankets and curling up into a ball.

"you are?"

Watching the two playfully bickering, Remien was completely bewildered. In her memory, Fiameta didn't have any male friends with whom she had such a close relationship. She instinctively felt that there was some little secret she didn't know about.

"He's the culprit who got me into this mess, and the war in Lateran was fought against him."

Fiameta huddled under the covers and muttered to herself. After being glared at, she shrank back and pretended not to exist.

Her words shocked Remy, who instinctively looked outside, her mind reeling.

How did the people who brought war to Laterano end up in this special hospital used as a refuge?

Could it be that... Lateran has already fallen and fallen into enemy hands so quickly?

But how long has it been?

Have they already lost...?

"The war is over, Remian. It doesn't matter how much. There were no casualties on either side in this war."

Mostima then said something that caused Remian's brain to shut down again.

What does that mean? The war is over, and there were no casualties?

Are you guys conducting a military exercise here?

Even if it's a military exercise, someone has to get injured, right?

Has she been in a coma for several years and fallen behind the times?

"You can learn about the causes, consequences, and specific details of this war yourself later. Let's put this aside for now. I've found someone to treat your legs."

Mostima didn't explain the war in detail, nor was there anything to explain about it. All she wanted now was for Remian to be able to walk like a normal person. During her time in Laterano, she had been doing just that, using her healing prayers to treat her friend.

However, her skill in healing magic was only so-so, and the results were minimal. She could only rely on time to slowly work her way up, which is how she achieved some considerable success.

Now that Lin Lu has arrived, the problem can be almost completely solved.

In terms of healing, she is nowhere near as good as Lin Lu, who can even bring the dead back to life.

"he?"

Remianne instinctively shrank back, feeling somewhat resistant to having a man treat her legs. After all, she still had her pride when it came to certain sensitive and private parts.

"Why don't you take your time?"

"It's not that troublesome."

Lin Lu sat down on Fiametta's hospital bed, observed Remian for a moment, and felt that she was not quite the same as Remian, but she didn't care. She flicked her finger and threw a ball of golden light that landed on Remian's leg through her clothes.

For him, simply restoring his legs, which were unable to move easily, to a healthy state was a piece of cake, requiring no complicated procedures such as examination or manual intervention.

There is no physical problem of this magnitude that cannot be solved by a pure life force; if it cannot, then the dosage is insufficient.

Since Mostima took the initiative to seek his help, he naturally had to provide the highest level of support and ensure a successful outcome on the first try.

This was one of the two things he needed to do while staying in Laterano. The other was to examine the ancient devices buried underground in Laterano and to fully integrate Laterano's laws into the Golden Tree system.

As for other matters, such as the specifics of Lateran's integration into the Golden Tree and a series of subsequent impacts, these will be handled by the new Pope Mostima. Now that she has taken this position, she is bound to play a role.

I was thinking of having Melina or someone else follow up, but now it seems that with Mostima there, it's probably unnecessary. She's not incapable of handling something this simple.

After that, he still had to head to Colombia. Compared to Lateran, Colombia was the bigger deal and the focus of Golden Tree's next priority.

Lateran, though called a country, is essentially just a city. With sufficient military force, it's not difficult to deal with; the situation is entirely under his control. Even if mistakes occur, he can easily reverse them.

Colombia is different; the situation there is more complex, with vast territory and numerous cities, making it impossible to resolve the issue through pure force like Lateran did.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to encourage Kazdel to send troops over.

The war may seem to be over, but it has only just begun.

Lateran is just the first stop on the Golden Tree's conquest journey; there's much more to come.

Moreover, each one is more complex and more difficult to deal with than the ones here.

Chapter Sixteen: The Little Nun's Nightmare