Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Thankfully, Roy was still sitting across from her. She had already decided on her next question: how long until the prophesied apocalypse?

But now it's Roy's turn to ask questions.

The Queen extended her palm, gesturing for Roy to enter.

Roy had nothing more to ask. She didn't know much about Letania to begin with; the most she knew was the existence of Black Key Chalk and the remnants of the Witch King's party, the Lateran fugitive Arturo's temporary residence there, and the fact that Nearl's parents had left traces in Letania.

Most of this information, even if Roy asked, would likely yield no useful answers. For example, why Nearl's parents were here, and where they were now—even if he asked the Queen, she might not be able to answer—her administration of Letania was essentially at the level of imperial power. It would be better to go to the local tower and find the local sorcerer for information.

After looking around for a while and finding nothing worth asking, Roy decided to do the Queen a favor.

He coughed softly, his gaze shifting from the distant, dreamlike distance to the dignified, elegant, and noble empress before him, her brows deeply furrowed, conveying an unyielding melancholy. He lowered his voice and gently reminded her:

Have any of you felt any discomfort in your throat lately?

Throat? The Empress was taken aback at first, instinctively reaching out to touch her smooth neck. But halfway up, she felt it was impolite and forcibly lowered her hand. She simply blinked, somewhat puzzled.

She hasn't had any problems with her throat lately, so why is Roy asking this question? What is he implying?

The throat... Could it be that he meant voice? Music? Was he hinting at musical magic related to Letania?

The Queen seemed to understand. She felt a mixture of admiration and gratitude for Roy's subtlety. Letania's musical magic was often cast through various special musical instruments and staves. If he directly mentioned a particular instrument, it would easily lead her to mistakenly believe he was referring to a specific sorcerer who used it. Therefore, he specifically used his voice—humanity's most primal, innate instrument! This ensured she wouldn't misinterpret his words.

Wow, that's impressive. He definitely has a lot of secrets.

However, he asked me if my throat was uncomfortable, was he implying that I should be careful with my spells?

But there's nothing wrong with my spell. The Queen thought to herself, repeating the same words she had just said, and discovered the blind spot once more.

She was referring to "you".

Who among you can stand shoulder to shoulder with the noble Queen of Letania and share the pronoun "them"?

Another queen. What could have gone wrong with her magic?!

The Queen's scalp tingled instantly. This was no trivial matter. A Queen's magic malfunctioning could be a terrifying secret for the nation of Letania, potentially leading to unrest or even war. It had to be completely and utterly sealed off. Even if the news couldn't be completely blocked, it had to be kept within the smallest possible circle; otherwise, accidents could happen at any moment.

Even I didn't know about this, but Roy already knew and even gave me a subtle hint.

How terrifying! The Queen even began to suspect that there was a spy named Roy by her side, otherwise, could he possibly be omniscient and omnipotent?

Years of refinement and training allowed her to maintain a gentle smile, revealing not a trace of loss of composure. She simply gave Roy a deep look and replied:

"I will be more careful. Thank you."

Roy nodded. Judging from the Queen's expression, she had probably already imagined the whole story.

The Queen's loss of voice was a major problem for Letania. Roy didn't know the exact extent of this loss of voice—whether it meant she couldn't speak at all, or simply couldn't cast spells. But she knew that with the end of the world approaching, the loss of a great sorcerer's voice was not necessarily a good thing for this land.

I don't know if I can be of any help, but I'll just offer this suggestion.

It's the Queen's turn.

Clearing her mind of all distractions, she asked as planned, "How long until the end of the world?"

"Hello!"

Skadi couldn't help but sneeze, then pinched her nose in confusion. She seemed puzzled; could a Deepsea Hunter get sick?

Roy withdrew his gaze from Skadi and answered sincerely and righteously:

"I do not know."

"But I'm doing my best."

"If I could, I would hope that my existence could prevent the apocalypse from happening again. If not..."

"I'll risk my life to stall for as long as I can."

He didn't want this quiet, simple-minded little orca, who would secretly buy medicine for her, to eventually become Isamara, the singer of the singing wave.

As the last knight, he genuinely didn't want to utter the words "Kill the sea."

The Queen seemed to sense something, glancing in the direction Roy had just been looking, but before she reached it, she abruptly looked away, stood up, and said regretfully:

I owe you a question.

The next second, there was a knock on the entryway door. A resounding voice boomed from outside:

"Your Majesty, the Elector Teuton has prepared a banquet at the City Council to welcome you."

"Rhodes Island and Mr. Roy were also invited."

Volume 1: Chapter 204 Heading Towards Trouble

Letania, Violet City, suburbs, Rhodes Island.

Control center.

The control center of this high-speed land-based warship was filled with a fresh metallic scent. The light, neither too bright nor too dim, steadily illuminated every corner. When Kal'tsit stepped inside, several operators were methodically operating the control consoles, monitoring the surrounding sandstorms, Originium, and the ever-present threat of natural disasters from various angles. Their movements were concise and swift, skillfully pressing each button and deftly turning each lever, seemingly navigating this massive warship with effortless ease.

This is certainly not the case for all high-speed warships. In fact, the operation of such sophisticated giant vehicles is extremely complex, often requiring years of specialized training to master. However, on Rhodes Island, even ordinary operators can operate in shifts in low-risk areas. This is mainly due to the intelligent operating system called [PRTS], which controls the true core of Rhodes Island.

PRTS is the true core of Rhodes Island, and its server room is located in the very heart of the entire island. Its external manifestation, used by operators, is represented by rows of LCD screens covering an entire wall in front of the control center. These screens display various data and images. A radar screen with countless squares and markers displays information about the surrounding area, from minor details like wind speed to major details like the position and speed of enemy fleets. There's also a massive map screen, normally displaying a map of Terra, but in the past, it also showed the overall battlefield layout, marking the positions of allies and enemies.

Kal'tsit had long been used to all of this, but every time she walked into this place, she would still unconsciously think of that special display screen in the control center, and the four people who once stood around the sand table under that display screen.

"Greetings, Dr. Kal'tsit."

The operator's voice ripped Kal'tsit from her fleeting memories. She sighed silently, turned her head, and looked at Ms. Perot, who was on duty not far away. Perot stood up, saluted her, and nodded slightly in response:

"Ms. Dobermann, this is Rhodes Island."

Doberman paused slightly, then lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, as if in a sigh:

"Yes, this is Rhodes Island. It was my mistake to bring Bolivar's habits here. I'm sorry. Dr. Kal'tsit, are you here to check up on me?"

Kal'tsit replied, "I want to know the current distance between Rhodes Island and Violet City."

Dobermann didn't glance at the display screen again, but reported directly: "Rhodes Island has entered Violet City territory. We expect to officially arrive at the Violet City transit area tomorrow morning."

Kal'tsit nodded and asked, "Ye Tan, is there anything special happening with Margaret?"

Both Ye Tan and Margaret submitted their applications to return to Rhodes Island. Ye Tan was very busy at the office and hadn't taken a vacation in months. In her last letter, she mentioned that Violet City had been peaceful recently, and she had finally found a chance to rest, planning to use half of her accumulated vacation time for a proper trip. As for Margaret, she had only taken temporary leave, so it was normal for her to want to return. However, Kal'tsit hadn't anticipated that Margaret, whose reputation and identity were already very sensitive, would not only not calm down after her trip to Kazimierz, but her fame would actually increase even more! Absurdly!

I wonder if there will be any problems with Margaret returning to the island. I've been feeling uneasy lately.

Kal'tsit thought that before she could finish speaking, an anonymous communication was sent to Rhodes Island's command center.

"Is this Rhodes Island? Hello."

"I am Snitz, Snitz Nearl. I heard that my daughter is working at your company now. May I meet her?"

Snitz Nearl.

Kal'tsit's pupils contracted slightly. She naturally knew what the name meant and who it represented. But without much hesitation, she nodded and said:

"Please show your identification and relevant documents to the operator when you visit. Also, Operator Margaret is not currently on the island. If you wish to see her, you can try your luck at the Violet City Rhodes Island office, or wait a few days."

I have no objection to you, as the father, wanting to see your child, but Snitz's disappearance isn't exactly a secret to Kal'tsit. To get onto the island, you'll need to prove your identity. Besides, Margaret isn't on the island right now, so even if you want to cause trouble, there's nothing I can do about it.

Kal'tsit's reply was impeccably official and flawless. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. After a while, the man's voice rang out again, saying, "I understand. Just a heads-up, Violet City has been quite dangerous and troublesome lately; avoid getting close unless absolutely necessary."

The communication ended. Kal'tsit looked at the large screen displaying the Rhodes Island logo and the fortress tower; many areas of it were hidden. That was the warship's core control panel, allowing even an ordinary person with only a basic understanding of system operation to control all its functions. The screen was divided into many areas, each with a specific function. With a light touch or swipe, one could easily manipulate the warship's engines, weapons, and defense systems. Its internal systems were sophisticated and efficient, maintaining stability even during high-speed travel and intense combat.

Following the recent communication, the entire control center was unusually quiet, broken only by the subtle movements of the operators and the faint glow of the control panel. Dobermann seemed about to ask something, but Kal'tsit had already raised her hand and was directing towards the screen:

"PRTS, strengthen security systems and be alert for any unregistered individuals who may be illegally entering the premises recently. Also, keep an eye on recent news from Violet City."

A mechanical voice quickly sounded:

"PRTS at your service, Dr. Kal'tsit. The information you requested has been retrieved. Would you like to see it directly or send it to your computer later?"

“Show it directly,” Kal'tsit said.

PRTS quickly occupied an unused display screen and started playing the only major event in Violet City recently—the Simon Avenue arson case.

Kal'tsit frowned. Nightshade had reported the incident to her; due to the City Council's refusal to investigate, the true cause remained unknown. However, it was likely related to experiments conducted by the remnants of the Witch King's faction. Kal'tsit was aware of this but hadn't been overly concerned, as such incidents occurred almost daily in Letania. Was PRTS playing this because nothing else had happened?

But soon, Kal'tsit discovered another unfamiliar yet incredibly familiar blue figure in the video.

"Roy is also in Violet City."

"According to online sources, the Grand Elephant is also in Violet City at this moment."

PRTS answered meticulously. However, the timing made it hard for Kal'tsit not to feel that she was responding to her own words.

Roy, the Grand Election Lord, the Accident, and a remnant of the Witch King's faction.

Kal'tsit keenly sensed a hint of trouble brewing from a major event.

But faced with Doberman's confusion, she didn't offer much explanation, only confirming:

"No need to change the flight path, proceed to Violet City as usual."

"More than getting involved in trouble, we must not let others think that we might be a problem."

So, let's head towards trouble.

Tomorrow, we will arrive in Violet City.

Volume 1: Chapter 205 The Art of the Witch King

"Sir, are you still there?"

In the early hours of the morning, in a pure white hospital room, a thin, silver-haired girl curled up on the bed, burying her head under the covers, and muttering to herself in a low voice.