Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Then, the messenger will inevitably appear; it's only a matter of time.

"Deng Deng."

A knock sounded on the garden's iron gate. The servant bowed slightly to Teuton, then turned and walked towards the gate. He quickly returned with another sheet of white paper covered in writing. His gaze swept over the paper, and he frowned deeply, his face showing undisguised surprise.

"What's wrong?" asked the Grand Election Emperor.

The attendant hesitated for a moment before saying, "The latest intelligence from the surveillance personnel is that just now, an unknown person entered the surveillance area and visited Roy."

The emperor's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear; here he comes! I've finally caught the spy that Xuan Tie planted in Letania, haven't I?

Now, the initiative in the negotiations is back in my hands! Roy, just you wait and see how I deal with you, you riddle-maker.

He quickly stood up, buttoned his collar, and asked impatiently:

"who is it?"

Those capable of transmitting information between two countries are unlikely to be of low status and must possess sufficient resources at their disposal.

Perhaps it's one of the nobles I know? The Grand Election Lord thought to himself.

Then the attendant replied with a subtle expression:

"Her Majesty the Queen."

"what?"

P.S.: Off to check out the new storyline.

Ines loves me; I got her in one 10-pull.

Volume 1: Chapter 202 The End of Civilization

Do you prefer a more direct way of speaking, or do you prefer a more tactful approach?

The striking blonde woman rested her hands gently on her knees, her fingers sometimes intertwining, sometimes lightly tapping the armrests of the chair, exuding both elegance and confidence. Her face was serene and peaceful, the slight upturn of her lips revealing confidence and composure. Her eyes were clear and bright, filled with a deep curiosity, as if they could see through time and into people's hearts. But none of this could conceal her seemingly innate noble air, a mystical aura often found in those in high positions. Some might call it approachability, others might call it a sense of oppression; what Roy sensed from this blonde queen was "mystery."

A queen from Letania suddenly visited the office of a small private company in a remote city, and judging from the situation, she came prepared incognito—a clear case of an uninvited guest. Fortunately, she didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and the deep-seated wariness in her eyes was only directed at Roy. Moreover, she sounded quite eager to communicate, which relieved Roy.

It would be good if we could talk. What I fear is that they'll be like those barbaric Ursus people, charging in without even trying to talk. Roy doesn't have the confidence to take on an entire country by himself.

He was lost in thought, still pondering how to deal with the overly familiar empress who had taken the main seat, when she took the initiative to steer the conversation:

“It seems my arrival has put some pressure on you…” She glanced at the others in the room besides Skadi, a sheepish smile on her face. “And on your friends as well. That’s my fault. How about this, we’ll take a question-and-answer format from now on. You ask me a question, whatever it may be, and I’ll answer you, and you do the same. If you don’t want to answer any more questions, we can stop immediately.”

"As a way of expressing my apology, I'll let you ask one question first, shall I?"

The blonde queen made her promise with unwavering conviction, a confident smile on her face. Roy frowned slightly, wondering where her confidence came from.

Didn't you ever consider that I don't want to play this game with you at all? You are the Empress, and every question about you is a state secret. If I asked, would you let me leave Letania?

Seemingly having read Roy's mind, the Queen maintained her smile and, before Roy could speak, presciently replied:

"rest assured."

These are just two very simple words, but they carry immense weight.

Margaret had unknowingly moved behind Roy, placing her hand on his shoulder as if to help him share the burden. She nodded, bent down, and whispered in his ear:

"Go ahead and ask, it's okay. I've been keeping questions in mind for several days, and this one will definitely be brighter than the last."

It sounded slightly frivolous, but Roy still understood the deeper meaning behind Margaret's words. She was emphasizing that her Originium Arts could be unleashed at any time to coordinate with Roy. However, she used this subtle way of expressing it because she didn't know if the blonde queen opposite her had any eavesdropping abilities.

Roy glanced at Margaret with some surprise, receiving an affirmative look in return. A sense of感慨 (gan3 kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including nostalgia and a touch of melancholy) welled up within him.

Putting everything else aside, if the Queen on the other side really did have some kind of eavesdropping method, then Margaret's words would have been overheard. That would make Margaret and Roy's relationship a hot topic overseas, officially endorsed by the Queen of Letania. For the Nearl family, who always value honor and reputation, what a sacrifice that is! It's hard to believe these words came from Margaret Nearl, who blushes and explains that she and Roy are just friends and future colleagues after being teased even slightly by Miss Yoruichi.

Feeling touched and joyful, Roy took a deep breath and chose to speak, raising his first and most important question:

"Why would the Queen of Letania travel all the way from the Queen's Voice to such a remote town, and even seek out a small office of a private pharmaceutical company?"

Having anticipated this question, the blonde queen answered without the slightest hesitation:

"Because we were guided by prophecy."

"Ok?"

After a moment of silence, Roy waited for the Queen to continue, but only received a half-smile from her.

Roy realized what was happening and paused for a moment.

Good grief, is this supposed to be an answer? Guided by a prophecy? What prophecy? What kind of guidance? Who made the prophecy? Why did the prophecy point here? How important is it that you personally made this trip? One question was answered, and instantly countless more questions arose. Indeed, I shouldn't have believed that you Terra riddle people could have any "straightforward" way of communicating.

Roy knew this was a speaking technique used to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted. To break free from this steer, he either had to clear up the doubts or simply change the subject.

Considering this was only the first free giveaway, Roy didn't immediately change the subject, but instead continued by asking:

What is the content of the prophecy?

The Queen's expression turned serious, and a hint of pain seemed to flash in her pupils as she slowly replied, "The end of the world."

Doomsday? Whose doomsday? Why will there be an doomsday? When will it arrive? In what form will it happen?

Another series of intriguing questions followed. Roy's lips twitched slightly as he stared at the Queen for a few seconds, who clearly had no intention of continuing the conversation. He suppressed the urge to end the game and said gentlemanly:

"Two questions now, it's your turn."

The Empress nodded politely, a smile returning to her face, and asked:

"As far as I know, Lord Roy, since your debut in Kazimierz, you have experienced extraordinary and unimaginable events. You have achieved astonishing results in the business world and on the battlefield. In the political arena, you also have close ties with the prestigious knightly family of Kazimierz, the Nearl family. There are also various rumors about you and the Radiant Knight Margaret Nearl..."

As the Queen spoke, her gaze shifted to Margaret, a hint of appreciation and amusement in her eyes.

She did hear it.

Roy understood, and sensing Margaret's increasingly rapid breathing behind him, he quickly interrupted:

"Please ask your question directly, Your Majesty."

The Empress shrugged slightly and said, "I want to know, what is the source of your rapid rise and legendary achievements?"

Roy remained expressionless, showing no signs of tension despite the Queen's question directly impacting his module system. There were simply too many ways to answer that question. Moreover, this quiz game didn't prohibit lying; even if the Queen possessed a lie detector or was involved in mental magic, Roy had countless ways to cover it up without lying.

Moreover, the Queen's answer had given him considerable inspiration.

He cleared his throat and said, "It's the end of the world."

As he spoke, he looked at the Queen's slightly surprised expression and added with satisfaction:

"This land, the end of this civilization."

Once this land is released, can you withstand ten years of Kal'tsit's influence?

Volume 1: Leave of Absence Note - It's my classmate's birthday. I'll update tomorrow.

It's my classmate's birthday today. I spent the whole evening with him in Guanyinqiao, and I'm only just getting back to the hotel now. It's a bit late, and I had a little to drink, so my head is hurting. I'll update tomorrow.

good night.

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Volume 1: Chapter 203 Watch Your Throat, Empress

The end of civilization.

The blonde queen fell into deep thought, carefully considering every word and even the grammar in Roy's words.

At her level, it's impossible for her to simply take Roy's repeated emphasis on "doomsday" as a mere repetition of her answer. There's undoubtedly a wealth of information and profound meaning within it, worthy of careful analysis and reflection, word by word.

Roy's mention of the apocalypse proves a crucial factor—he is aware of its existence and impending arrival. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed out of seclusion without any preparation, making every step he took—whether it was gaining fame by winning the Knights' Tournament or drawing Terra's attention with his defeat of the Ursus Third Army—seem like walking on thin ice, where a slight misstep could lead to an abyss.

Knowing that the apocalypse was imminent, his decision to emerge now indicates that he already possesses a means to combat it, or at least clues to it. Otherwise, in complete ignorance, a "foresightful one" would have no reason to expose himself, as this would place him in danger. This is because the apocalyptic scene the Queen saw in the Witch King's portrait wasn't limited to floods, natural disasters, or bizarre monsters; it also included a vast army of demons.

He never had any expectations of the morality of the demons, or rather the Sarkaz, especially knowing that they might also be one of the factors that caused the apocalypse. Hoping that they would turn a blind eye to Roy, who might influence their "conspiracy," was really hopeless.

Thirdly, there's the prefix "doomsday" that Roy mentioned.

"The end of civilization."

She murmured to herself, countless speculations swirling in her mind. Why was the word "civilization" added to "apocalypse"? What was the definition of this civilization? Was it broadly defined as the modern social system established by the Terrans, the Originium industry, and the abstract way of life? Or was it narrowly defined, referring to countries like Letania and Victoria, with their etiquette and high level of culture, in contrast to Sargon, Bolivar, or the homeland of a certain demon race that had been destroyed over three thousand times—a bloody and barbaric culture and nation?

Does this "end of civilization" mean that everything will be reduced to ashes and cease to exist, or does it simply mean that barbaric nations will conquer civilization and plunge the earth back into a primitive, blood-drinking age?

Each of these events could raise a corresponding question, but ultimately, the Queen still remembered the purpose for which she had come here.

How did Roy know all this, and what role did he play in all the things that might happen in the future?

The Empress sat up straight, her expression a mixture of anticipation and, perhaps, a nervous tension that detracted from her composure, she asked:

"You're here because of the apocalypse too?"

Roy nodded.

Although I don't know what you were thinking during that period of silence, if the apocalypse you're talking about is the same as the apocalypse I'm talking about, then you're right. I am indeed here for the apocalypse.

For Roy, there weren't many people on this land who could reveal secrets to her upon their first meeting and whom she could also trust. Kal'tsit was one of them. The others—whether it was the young Hinterlea, the old Iron Man, Monique, Marna, or Viviana—had all built their relationships with Roy on mutual understanding gained over time. Only with Kal'tsit did Roy have the confidence that, even if they had never met before, as long as they made contact and had a night of discussion, Kal'tsit's judgment and decisiveness would surely lead her to react to the impending apocalypse.

While this reaction may not be entirely correct—for example, her leading the four-nation alliance to destroy and rebuild Kazdel—it's still better than Roy's efforts alone. Moreover, the old lynx knows far more than Roy; Roy is merely a reader listening and interpreting the story from outside, while Kal'tsit is a character experiencing the story firsthand. Even when reading the same passage, Kal'tsit's associations and reflections are far more numerous than Roy's.

Roy's nod was reflected in the Queen's eyes, and her bright eyes dimmed for a moment, as if she was momentarily lost in thought, but she quickly returned to normal.

As the end of the world approached, Letania was not spared. This undoubtedly filled her with a sense of desolation and sorrow.

Her reign as empress was, after all, only just beginning. She had much to do, and many more things she wanted to do after she finished what she needed to do. But now, before her lay the death knell of a time approaching midnight. With each tick of the clock, thousands upon thousands of lives were lost.

As the empress, she couldn't completely trust all the prophecies given in the portrait of the witch king. But sometimes, a sword that seems to be hanging overhead, that might fall at any moment, is more suffocating than a sword that can be seen.