Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

This time, however, no one answered her call. The aged voice that had spoken to her, made deals with her, and given her boundless strength just days before seemed to have vanished completely, never to return. And the experience of that night seemed in the blink of an eye to have become a dream, a mirage.

She is now under house arrest in this hospital room. Unable to go out, with no one to talk to, the only things she sees each day are the armored sorcerer knights she catches glimpses through the glass window, and the doctors and nurses who, wearing masks, silently examine her every day. They never speak to the girl, and the way they look at her doesn't seem like they're looking at a human being, but rather like they're looking at some kind of rare animal.

She would no longer be locked in that dark, sunless room, enduring excruciating pain to complete those meaningless experiments. But wasn't living here another form of prison?

Every day, she would quietly call out the voice that had echoed in her mind that night from her bed or in the bathroom. She wasn't afraid of that voice, even though she didn't know what it was or where it came from. But she could feel an innate sense of familiarity and warmth from that voice. To her, it was the only person who cared about her and promised to take her away.

Unfortunately, the voice no longer responded, as if it had never existed.

There was still no response to today's calls. As if she had already expected this outcome, the silver-haired girl wrapped in the quilt sighed quietly. There was no disappointment on her face. She had experienced much more desperate situations before, but her drooping eyebrows and pursed lips still made people feel the sadness and resentment in her heart.

But she dared not move. She knew that the reason those people outside weren't moving was because she possessed the bloodline of the so-called "Witch King." They both feared and revered the one represented by this bloodline, and would absolutely not want her to summon him again without permission. She closed her eyes, and silently, taking advantage of the opportunity to turn over, pretended to unconsciously kick her legs, pulling the blanket covering her head back down, while glancing at the door of the ward. Outside the closed door, the corridor was dimly lit, just like usual.

"call--"

Having relaxed a little, the silver-haired girl prepared to truly begin to sleep. But before drowsiness could overwhelm her consciousness, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, heading straight for her room.

The silver-haired girl's heart tightened. This had happened before; whenever Russell requested an experiment, the guards in black robes would rush in one by one, forcing her to the experimental site, no matter the time. The silver-haired girl hadn't encountered anything like this in the few days she'd been here, but no one knew if it would happen again.

The PTSD trigger caused her breathing to quicken suddenly. Her previously drowsy mind became sharp and clear. She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, staring intently at the door of the room. Her right hand involuntarily slid towards the plate on the bedside table.

This is a fruit platter. The cutlery is quickly taken away after she finishes eating, and she is monitored while eating. But the fruit platter is not. Perhaps due to negligence, or perhaps because they think that a fruit platter made of a thin material won't cause any trouble, they often don't take it away until the next morning when they check the rooms.

To be fair, this kind of fruit plate, which looks like plastic, is hard to use as a weapon, provided that the person using it is a normal person.

"I would rather die than do those experiments again."

Muttering to herself, she bit down hard on the edge of the fruit plate. The pain in her teeth was unbearable, but she bit a gash into the plate. The sharp edge, though soft and not lethal, was still at least the minimum standard for a weapon.

She slowly propped herself up, adjusting her body to a position where she could lunge forward at any moment. She listened to the footsteps stop in front of the door and watched as the door was slowly opened, as if blown open by the wind.

The girl stared at the crack in the open door, where a faint light from the hallway outside shone through. She waited for the intruder, someone eager to fight her to the death. But after a long while, a foul smell of blood wafted from outside the open door, yet no one actually pushed it open.

The girl's emotions gradually shifted from fear and anger to confusion and bewilderment, before finally calming down. Looking at the unlocked door that had been opened, she hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed towards it, peering through the crack at the outside world.

The corridor was eerily quiet, devoid of any sound or human presence. The source of the footsteps, the person who opened the door, and the origin of the bloodstains were all nowhere to be found. The entire corridor was spotless and pristine.

The girl took a deep breath, mustered her courage, reached out, and pushed open the door.

Without anyone stopping her, the cage that had imprisoned her for several days was opened to her, releasing her.

Overwhelmed with joy, the girl didn't have time to think about who did all this or what their purpose was. Instinct drove her to run towards the emergency exit indicated by the sign above her head.

.......

Dawn.

Invited, Roy and the Queen arrived in Rhodes Island's vehicles at a large hospital, the dining location personally chosen by the Teutonic Elector.

Roy's expression was quite interesting. He had heard of many dinner parties where lovers visited each other throughout history, some in hotels, some at home, and some even discussing world affairs at a roadside barbecue stall. But he had never heard of inviting someone to a hospital.

Not to mention, the invitation also included the Queen of Letania.

You, the Great Elector, truly don't care about public opinion at all. According to the customs of Letania, this is already considered a serious breach of etiquette, isn't it?

The Empress's expression also showed confusion, but unlike Roy, she seemed to have made some other discovery. So, when she saw the Elector emerging from the hospital, she asked him directly:

"There's a strong magical aura here. Has someone performed a large-scale magical ritual here?"

The reason she said "someone" instead of directly accusing the Teutonic Elector was twofold: firstly, to save face for both of them, and secondly, because she could tell that the Teutonic Elector's expression was not pleasant either.

This electoral prince experienced a number of astonishing and mind-blowing events today.

He glanced at Roy, then bowed to the uninvited queen, and without further ado, said:

"Your Majesty, it was my mistake not to properly welcome you, but we are currently in danger, so please forgive me for inviting you here."

“A large-scale magical ritual took place here last night. All twelve of my personal guard knights stationed here vanished without a trace overnight. There were no traces left at the scene, neither fighting nor bloodstains. The sorcerer who launched the attack is nowhere to be found, and the surveillance equipment did not capture any valuable footage.”

In an instant, twelve of the Elector Marquis's personal guards were wiped out?

The Queen was slightly taken aback. People who could do such a thing were extremely rare in Letania, let alone leave no trace.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Aren't there any other clues?"

She didn't expect to get any more information, since someone capable of this was unlikely to leave any valuable clues. But surprisingly, the Teutonic Elector nodded and said:

"Yes. One survivor is missing."

“My security camera captured the image of that descendant of the witch king leaving the hospital. She left safely, and after that, she disappeared without a trace.”

Descendants of the Witch King......

The Queen fell silent, suddenly recalling something that was well-known in Letania and had kept countless people up all night.

One night, the Witch King used an unknown spell to erase the existence of all the inhabitants of an entire town. They were dead, yet no trace could be found—no fighting, no quarreling, no wailing, no blood, and no corpses or remains. The town remained intact, but its inhabitants were nowhere to be seen.

Volume One: Chapter 206 The Witch King's Whirlwind

In Letania, anything involving the Witch King is taboo, anything related to the Witch King's legacy is confidential, and anything related to the Witch King is extremely dangerous.

The Queen's silence spread like a curse to everyone. Seeing the Queen's expression, the Elector finally confirmed his suspicions, and even Roy couldn't help but think of the event that was only briefly described and then glossed over, the one that wiped out all life in the entire city.

And now, such a thing has happened right before everyone's eyes. Although the hospital is not large, the strikingly similar methods used, along with the disappearance of a descendant of the Witch King, are enough to raise everyone's alarm bells.

The Teutonic Elector glanced at the Queen, and without waiting for her instructions, stepped forward and issued the command:

"Establish a cordon within 50 meters of this hospital, sealing off the surrounding residents and square, and not allowing anyone to approach, especially at night. The Royal Guard should coordinate with the garrison to send two squads of soldiers to guard this area, one to guard the gate and the other to patrol. If there is any noise or anything inside, no one is allowed to break in without permission; report to me immediately."

His personal guards saluted, asked no further questions, and turned to run towards the garrison. They made no gesture whatsoever towards the Empress, who stood nearby.

The blonde empress remained composed, seemingly ignoring the Teutonic Elector's overstepping of his bounds. Only after the Elector's guards had left did she speak:

“This does not seem to be your territory, Teuton.”

Teutonic, with his expression unchanged, replied eloquently:

“I inherit the Teutonic name and the title of Elector. Letania is my homeland and country, and it is my honor to dedicate myself to it. Why should I be limited by territory?”

These words were spoken with righteous indignation, full of a sense of justice and responsibility, and almost stood on the moral high ground. Even the Empress could not risk being labeled "unpatriotic" to criticize the Teutons' actions.

Having likely witnessed this kind of self-aggrandizement under the guise of patriotism, which ultimately leaves the woman embarrassed, the Queen was not flustered by Teutons' words. Instead, she nodded affirmatively and praised him, saying:

“I am pleased that the Elector of Teutonic has such a patriotic heart. Since you are so concerned about the people’s livelihood outside your territory, how can I, as the Queen and the master of Letania, not do something?”

She immediately gave the order:

"The Empress's voice is outside the city. Quickly dispatch a squad of Golden Law Guards."

As he spoke, he looked at Roy.

Roy was still pondering the silver-haired girl's whereabouts and the hospital's secrets when he was suddenly stared at. He was taken aback at first, looked around, and asked in surprise, "Me?"

The Queen nodded: "Yes."

As she spoke, she turned her head and smiled at the Teutonic Elector, her expression a mixture of pride and provocation, as if to tell him that she had regained some ground in some way.

Roy became the Queen's man?

A fleeting look of displeasure crossed the Teutonic Elector's face; this turn of events had caught him completely off guard. But upon reflection, it was clear that there had been signs all along. No wonder the Empress had arrived in Violet City without a word, secretly meeting with Roy. If she had been in contact with, or even cooperating with, the Unarmored Alliance and the Black Iron from the beginning, then everything would make sense.

The Queen cannot leave Letania at will, much less appear in the troubled territory of Kazimir. Xuan Tie and the Unarmored Alliance have also just emerged from seclusion and cannot leave Kazimir to meet with the Queen. Therefore, Xuan Tie sent a representative to Violet City, a remote and largely unnoticed abandoned place, hoping to make contact there. However, due to the Russel experiment and the rampage of the Witch King's descendant, he was forced to expose himself prematurely and ultimately stumbled upon. Furthermore, to conceal his true purpose and the secrets hidden in his mind, he used underhanded means to kill the mentalist beside him.

Teutonic had always found it strange that Kazimierz, who did not admire Originium Arts and even looked down on it, would have a special defense against mental casters, and could even kill a master caster directly.

Now it seems clear that the source of this spell is the Queen of Letania, a powerful sorcerer whose magical skill is perhaps second only to the Witch King, and who was also a true master of the spiritual realm.

I'm gradually coming to understand everything.

With all the doubts resolved, the blockage in his mind immediately dissipated, and after a moment of clarity, the Grand Election Emperor felt much happier.

While losing Roy, a bridge between the Unarmored Alliance and the Alliance, was regrettable, he didn't feel particularly sad or disappointed. He knew that Roy and the Unarmored Alliance had made the most realistic choice. A queen who could clearly command and control Letania as a partner was, in every respect, far more valuable than an elector.

Similarly, as long as he can achieve his long-cherished wish, unify the power of Letania, and demonstrate greater value, he won't need to win them over; Roy and the Unarmored Alliance will naturally gravitate towards him.

So Teutonic nodded as if he didn't care at all, making a statement that "what you said makes a lot of sense, I can't refute it, so please do as you please."

Only Roy was speechless.

I don't know what you two are thinking about when you say something, but did you even ask how I feel? Why should I help you relay your message?

Moreover, Roy had been feeling a strange sensation coming from the hospital since just now.

He glanced at Teutons and the Queen, but both were engrossed in their own riddles, seemingly oblivious to the anomaly. Even Teutons' personal guards in white robes and black armor, those highly trained magic masters, showed no reaction to the unusual phenomenon.

Only I can feel it?

There are many things that could inspire Roy's special inspiration. The [Last Knight] module reacts to the concept of "the sea," [Great Wilderness Meteor] reacts to rousing background music, and [Water Moon] reacts to mental intrusion. But here there is neither sea nor background music, nor a psychic sorcerer secretly casting spells—who would dare to play such tricks in front of the true psychic master, the Queen?

The source of this anomaly...

Roy looked at another section of the module system—collectibles.

The collectibles section was emitting a bright, eerie scarlet light, sending chills down one's spine with just a glance.

There is a collectible item in this room, but it's probably not a very good collectible.

Roy paused for a moment, then asked, "Your Majesty, you still owe me a question, don't you?"

Not knowing why Roy had suddenly brought this up, the Queen nodded slightly: "Yes. What do you want to know?"

“I want to know, what did this hospital do before?” Roy frowned as he stepped back, staring at the increasingly crimson light.

The Queen immediately noticed Roy's unusual state and realized he might know something. Without hesitation, she replied:

"Violet City was the last mobile city built during the reign of the Witch King. He wanted to make it a true city of magic. This hospital was originally one of the sites he planned to build five towers in the city, but he died before construction could begin, so this hospital was later built on this vacant land."

"The tower..."