Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

In the corridor, Amiya and Shining walked side by side. Nightingale's wheelchair had been transferred from Amiya's to Shining's. The blonde Sarkaz girl, like a delicate canary, leaned back in her chair, her pale face filled with innocent expression.

Shining walked slowly, and Amiya followed suit. After a brief silence, the Caster girl spoke first:

"Miss Shining, are you leaving?"

"Hmm..." Shining nodded slightly.

"Is it because you have something you have to do? Will you come back?" Amiya asked.

Shining turned her head, a faint smile appearing on her usually calm face: "We both have things we must do. If fate allows, I will definitely come back."

Amiya pursed her lips, the girl sensibly concealing her disappointment at her friend's departure, and instead offered her blessings: "Then, please be careful on your journey. I will have Miss Kroos prepare your luggage and supplies. Are you going to Londinium? Rhodes Island's shipping route recently passes through Letania, and we can help you contact caravans or messenger teams to take you along."

It was such a thoughtful arrangement that even Shining was touched by Amiya's concern, but she quickly shook her head and said:

"No, no need. We're not going to Lentinium."

She spoke softly, with a hint of expectation:

"We plan to go to Kazimir."

"Huh?" Amiya was taken aback, seemingly surprised that Shining, who had just said she was going to Londinium, had suddenly changed her mind. But Shining simply smiled, her eyes seemingly shining with anticipation.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing what Margaret looks like now.”

“Me too!” Nightingale, who had been sitting in a wheelchair and was usually quiet, also raised her hand.

Volume 1: Chapter 177 Following the Truth

"Hey, why isn't this person replying after reading my message? Don't they have any manners?"

Seeing the obvious message that the other party had accepted the email, Roy, who had been waiting for ages, grew increasingly sullen and couldn't help but complain.

Well, kid, you're not going back, huh? You just wait. You stay on Rhodes Island and don't run away. When I find you, you'll be in for a world of hurt!

Roy greeted Margaret, handed the phone back to her, and seeing her blushing face, he didn't ask a single question, instead changing the subject:

"That's about it. I exchanged some information with Dr. Kal'tsit, and she kindly invited me to visit Rhodes Island."

Seeing that Roy didn't ask anything, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief and felt a surge of gratitude. Although Skadi was the only outsider here, if others found out that she had secretly subscribed to this kind of touching but untrue fan fiction, Margaret's career as a Radiant Knight would probably be over.

Roy brought up the topic, and Margaret, curious, asked:

"Speaking of which, Roy, how did you come to know Dr. Kal'tsit?"

Although Margaret hadn't been with Rhodes Island for long, she could clearly sense that Kal'tsit was the true backbone of the island. The young leader, Caster, possessed all the qualities of a leader, but lacked one thing: authority. That kind of unwavering, authoritative authority, which requires gradual accumulation and building up with age, is what truly matters.

The saying "a young man with no experience is unreliable" isn't unique to Yan Kingdom; it's a widespread belief. Even in modern society, where gender discrimination based on ability has diminished, a young female leader can still arouse suspicion among her subordinates. Take Margaret herself, for example; she's approaching thirty, but for most national and organizational leaders, that age is just the beginning. And little Amiya is only 11; as Kal'tsit said, no matter how mature she is, she's still a child.

Amiya still has a long way to go.

In this situation, Kal'tsit was like an empress dowager in Yan Kingdom's history, ruling from behind the curtain, playing the role of a mother while simultaneously using her prestige to assist the young Amiya in managing this massive landship. She rarely appeared in public, seldom being sent on overseas missions, and there was no word of her ever going to Kazimierz. How did she meet Roy? Margaret didn't understand the meaning of Roy's use of terms like "Theresis," "Theresia," "Sea Heir," and "Newborn," and desperately wanted an explanation.

This might be another legendary story, no less exciting than "The Legend of Hengyao"?

"Hmm, well, that's a bit hard to say." Roy rubbed his chin, pondering how to explain this to Margaret. "I think I might have seen her hundreds of years ago. Do you believe that?"

Margaret's expression froze, and she said with a hint of helplessness, "If it's inconvenient for you to reveal it, you don't have to. There's no need to try to fool me with these kinds of words."

That's a rather intense tone. Is she angry?

Roy was somewhat taken aback.

However, would you say that I'm a rumored boyfriend whose girlfriend is investigating my whereabouts, and I'm so embarrassed that I can only try to cover it up with this kind of talk, only to be exposed on the spot and make my girlfriend angry?

I really didn't sleep, I really didn't sleep. Kal'tsit and I are just friends, I really didn't sleep.

His expression was somewhat subtle, and Roy couldn't say anything more.

He couldn't explain this problem because he was just a time traveler.

Margaret turned her head and walked towards the cave exit, looking somewhat resentful, leaving Skadi standing there, quietly watching Roy.

Noticing the girl's resentful gaze, Roy stepped forward and reached out to ruffle Skadi's proud silver hair, but the orca girl grabbed his wrist, rendering him unable to move.

"What's wrong?" Roy noticed Skadi's unusual behavior and realized something.

Skadi stared into Roy's eyes, those crimson pupils concealing a deep-seated fear. She opened her mouth, her voice cold and demanding:

What you just said... is it true?

"What do you mean?"

Skadi suddenly raised her voice, which echoed throughout the vast cave: "Stop playing dumb, the Sea Child I'm talking about is... inside me?"

He is a legitimate, licensed, and officially employed deep-sea hunter, a prominent figure in the Third Team. In terms of knowledge alone, even the top scholars on the continent might not be able to match a commoner like Agor, let alone compare him to a Sealing countermeasures expert like Skadi.

She might not know the principles behind the Cataclysmic Weapons, nor who Theresis or Theresia were, but no one knew the Sea Child that Roy mentioned better than her—she had personally killed one!

The stench of blood, the chunks of flesh filling the abyss, the countless wildly thrashing tentacles, and the innumerable eyes radiating a ghostly blue light—all seemed to appear before her eyes. The sensation of the greatsword striking her, and the dying words of her first life, were recalled once more, causing Skadi a deep-seated unease.

She lost too many friends and comrades in that battle, and was separated from all the Deepsea Hunters, even Agor. It was the pinnacle of her achievements, yet also the memory she least wanted to recall. She thought that no one would ever mention that name again...

【Ishar-mla】, or 【伊莎玛拉】, the name the Sealings used to refer to their gods, was now being used by Roy to refer to himself.

She felt nauseous and disgusted, but even more so, she felt horrified and panicked.

She wanted Roy to give her a negative answer, to tell her that he was making those tasteless jokes he'd told countless times along the way. Or at the very least, to give her an explanation...

Under his gaze, Roy fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Margaret who was guarding outside the cave, and called out, "Margaret, come in for a moment, I have something to confirm with you."

"What?" Margaret strode in, showing no sign of being upset. Noticing Skadi's unusual behavior, she stopped a short distance behind the Deepsea Hunter.

Roy asked, "You work at Rhodes Island, and you heard that Dr. Kal'tsit treated a female patient whose brain was injected with a high concentration of liquid Originium? She might be wearing a nun's habit, and like Skadi, she has white hair and red eyes..."

"You mean Operator Specter, right? Before I left Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit was preparing to perform surgery on Operator Specter."

Margaret interrupted Roy's description, because she already had enough information to give an answer.

"Speaking of which, that surgery was strange. Dr. Kal'tsit didn't allow anyone to come in and assist. Even Dr. Warfarin, who usually assists her, wasn't allowed in this time and was scolded and hung up..."

Margaret paused, not continuing her sentence.

It would be impolite to continue. If Mr. Roy found out about being hung on the bridge as a public spectacle, his impression of Rhodes Island would probably be greatly diminished!

They might even think Rhodes Island is some kind of terrorist organization disguised as a medical company.

Although the words were already out of his mouth, and with Warfarin's presence, Roy probably already guessed what had happened.

He nodded gratefully to Margaret, then turned his gaze back to Skadi, raised his hand, placed it on her shoulder, and said:

"Don't be nervous, I promise you I will tell you the truth. But please wait until I fulfill our first promise."

“I will take you to meet your companion, another deep-sea hunter by blood.”

Skadi opened her mouth, but the sound caught in her throat. Finally, as if deflated, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, I believe you."

The truth concerned her fate, and she should have pressed for an answer. But for some reason, after hearing Roy's promise, the intense unease in her heart dissipated somewhat, and even her impatience to find out the truth subsided considerably.

Perhaps it's because I'll be seeing other hunters soon?

Or perhaps it was because following the "truth" made her feel safe?

Volume 1: Chapter 178 Kal'tsit's Philosophy of Life

Letania, the city of violets.

Letania is always associated with art, a deeply ingrained stereotype that the people of Letania have no intention of changing and even try to conform to this stereotype in every way.

Violet City was founded at the end of the War of the Four Emperors. At that time, the Allied forces of Letania and Victoria had advanced to Lingons, the capital of the Gallic Empire. The world's capital was within reach, and countless riches and treasures had been plundered as spoils of war along with the fall of large swathes of Gallic territory, returning to Letania's treasury. The Witch King nodded and decreed the construction of a mobile city to commemorate this great victory. Thus, the construction of the [King's Territory] began. For more than a decade afterward, thanks to the wealth of Gaul, even amidst political turmoil, constant rebellions, and changes of throne, the construction of the [King's Territory] never ceased. When the Witch King fell from the tower and the Twin Queens officially began their reign, the disposal of this newly built mobile city became one of the first problems the new dynasty faced.

The "King's Territory" is a symbol, representing Letania's glorious achievements in the war against Gallic invasion, its indomitable and courageous qualities, and its wealth, victory, and glory. However, it also symbolizes the Letanians' plunder of the Gallic Empire, the rule of the Witch King, and a period of immense darkness and terror.

Destroying it is absolutely out of the question; building a mobile city requires countless hours and effort, and abandoning or destroying it would be an insult to the soldiers who fought in that war, and indeed to all Letanians. But preserving it is even more troublesome, because whenever people see it, they are reminded of the Witch King, that dreadful being whose very name, "you know who," instills fear.

“Rename it. It does not belong to any emperor, but to all the citizens of Letania who served in the war. Let it patrol the border; it will be treated as the best proof of our friendship with Victoria.”

The elegant, blonde-haired White Queen spoke thus, and so, the [King's Territory] was officially renamed Violet. Cruised across the former Gaulish territory, now reduced to scorched earth, it stood as a glorious monument, yet also as a fading memorial.

Rhodes Island's shipping route will pass through here. After passing Violet City, it will continue westward until it gets close to Victoria's territory, then it will turn sharply and head north towards Kazimierz.

During this time, Kal'tsit will secretly meet with a messenger from Victoria, her informant in Victoria, the little Heidi she met at a banquet ten years ago. Heidi will compile the information she has gathered on the movements of the various dukes of Victoria and the news circulating in Londinium, and hand it over to Kal'tsit to provide intelligence support for her next series of plans.

Moreover, Kal'tsit is now more eager than ever to obtain that intelligence as quickly as possible.

No matter how certain Roy's words sounded, no matter how much they seemed like the truth, Kal'tsit couldn't believe them without concrete information. After all, Theresa's death was already a settled matter in everyone's minds, and now someone suddenly jumped out and told you that someone buried for who knows how long was not only alive but also alive and kicking, becoming an ally of her former rival. Unless she saw it with her own eyes, Kal'tsit, with her cautious nature, would never believe such a thing.

However, another idea has now begun to sprout in her mind.

What if it is true?

If Theresa was indeed resurrected by Theresis in some way, why doesn't she contact us? Why doesn't she contact the Tower of Babel? Is she imprisoned?

She thought of Theresis, the Sarkaz hero. Their hatred stemmed from a war she had personally orchestrated. She believed that, given the nature of the Sarkaz people, once they rose to power, they would inevitably seek revenge against all of Terra. Therefore, she rallied the various Terran nations and launched a full-scale war against the Sarkaz, who had just established their first homeland. That war involved Gaul, Victoria, Letania, and almost every major Terran power. She failed to kill Theresis, but she still turned Kazdel into a scorched wasteland.

Did i do something wrong?

If that's the case, then why is there an anomaly like Theresa among the Sarkaz? Why is this cycle of revenge continuing?

If that's wrong, then why hasn't the land been threatened by the Sarkaz for hundreds of years?

She sat in the leather chair, countless past experiences and lessons flashing through her mind, finally turning into a long sigh.

Outside the door, Amiya carefully closed the office door a crack, glanced at Warfarin beside her, who was covered in dirt, and said with some concern: