Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Is it really possible for something like this to happen?

Kane, the representative of the Business Federation, closed the documents in his hand and asked, half to himself and half with doubt.

The situation described in the document was indeed shocking: a group of deep-sea creatures had begun to come ashore and attack humans. Instead of uniting to fight them, some humans had even sided with them, submitting to them and regarding them as gods and saviors. This was a bizarre situation, and it's no wonder Kane was puzzled.

Religious people do exist on this land, whether it's the widely spread Lateranism or the indigenous religions of various countries, such as the Jeragund religion of Shelag and the Mountain and Sea Cult of Yan. Their gods, though diverse, all share certain divine characteristics—powerful, mysterious, aloof, and rarely or never appearing. This is why such sects can give rise to secular regimes. But this deep-sea sect is different. According to the information, these sea monsters have virtually no ability to communicate with humans, are individually weak, but their numbers are enormous, and they are ubiquitous on slightly remote beaches or in abandoned towns. None of these characteristics fit the profile of a church seeking to establish its own regime.

Could it be that the deep-sea cultists worship sea monsters not for rebellion or nation-building, but purely for the destruction of the land?

Do these kinds of "traitors" really exist? Isn't that a bit too absurd?

Russell sighed as well. She had heard similar questions countless times in the past two days, but how could she know the real answer? After all, this information was given to them by Letania; who knew if it had been tampered with or was seven parts true and three parts false?

But they simply didn't have enough time to verify all of this. The Queen of Letania desperately wanted an accurate answer, because if the answer was true, the matter of the sea monster was urgent.

"Normally, something so obviously suspicious would require a long period of investigation, but Your Excellency, I personally wish to acknowledge the authenticity of this resolution."

Kane pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

Russell was puzzled. How could Kane, who was known for his shrewdness and calculating nature, come to such a conclusion? "Why?"

"The source of this information is indeed Letania, but we have actually overlooked a very important point."

Kane pointed out incisively:

"This meeting took place because of Roy."

Roy, the Knight of the Ages. He rescued an empress and an elector in Letania, and was directly or indirectly instrumental in facilitating this alliance.

Russell nodded thoughtfully.

She had anticipated Roy's special status, after all, among the people Roy was closest to in Kazimierz was the Rinko family, who belonged to the Kanjurokai faction.

Marner did mention to him several times that Roy was doing something great, which surprised Russell at the time. What could be so great that someone like Marner could describe it as such?

In retrospect, he may have been the first to truly notice the threat from the ocean. It was he who passed the intelligence to Letania, which led Letania to pay attention to the Iberian coastline and subsequently discover the sea monster problem.

She might not completely trust Roy, after all, he once held the title of Unarmored, but she completely trusted Marna. No matter who betrayed Kazimierz, the Lightbringer family would never betray them.

“You’re right.” Russell tapped the table, acknowledging Kane’s suggestion. “I’ll submit the agreement to the National Assembly tomorrow.”

Kane smiled and nodded, then hesitated for a moment.

Russell noticed his change and asked, "Did you think of anything else?"

"Hmm...it's nothing serious. Don't you think that the Teutonic Elector is acting a bit strange?" Kane asked.

Russell thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't feel that way. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just felt that his aura was slightly different, very assertive. I'm a businessman, so I'm quite sensitive to these things."

.......

Grand Knights' Domain, Elizabeth Grand Hotel.

Victoria's renowned hotel brand, this branch in Kavaleriaqui is the most upscale hotel in all of Kasimmier, making it the top choice for receiving distinguished foreign guests.

The Teutonic Elector and Queen lived here.

At the spacious entrance to the presidential suite, the Queen opened the door, led the waiting Teutonic Elector into the room, closed the door, nodded slightly, and said:

What new insights have been gained?

The Teutonic Elector clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Revelations don't always happen! This body's magical talent is far too weak!"

The next second, he retorted with great dissatisfaction, "Weak? Since you're so dissatisfied, why don't you just leave my body?"

"Alright, stop arguing." The Queen said with a hint of exasperation, stopping the pointless debate.

After the souls of the Teuton and the Witch King occupied the same body, there were undoubtedly signs of fusion, which was almost impossible to reverse, just as two drops of water are bound to merge.

This caused subtle changes in the temperaments of both men and sparked many inexplicable arguments. If it hadn't been well concealed, the news of the Teutonic Elector's schizophrenia would probably have spread throughout the world long ago.

So, is there?

The Queen spoke again. This time, Teutons simply pursed his lips and replied:

"Have."

"I saw a vast ocean, with towering waves rising on it. Countless sea monsters were fighting against countless shadowy figures, and leading those shadowy figures was a knight riding a twisted sea beast."

The Queen had heard of the ocean and sea monsters countless times, but the image of knights riding sea beasts and countless shadowy figures was something she had never heard of before. She quickly asked...

"Can you make out what the shadow is?"

"...I'm sorry, I can't. I can't understand those things. But my intuition tells me that day is not far off." The Witch King spoke slowly through the Teuton. "As for the knight, although he wears full armor, I believe you and I both know who he is most likely to be."

“Mr. Roy,” the Queen nodded.

That magical scale-catching raincoat is still kept in the deepest vault of the Queen's Voice, symbolizing the friendship and alliance between Roy and Letania. When the crisis truly arrives, Letania will provide Roy with her wholehearted support.

"besides......"

While the Queen was still pondering, the Witch King spoke again.

“I also saw that Roy would come looking for you.”

"Looking for me?" The Queen was slightly taken aback. Just as she was about to ask Roy what he wanted, the doorbell behind her suddenly rang.

Through the surveillance camera inside the house, the Queen saw Kim Jong-un and Roy standing in the corridor. Roy also noticed the surveillance camera and waved at it, saying...

"Long time no see. I have something I'd like to ask for your help with."

"I would like to meet the Messenger of All Nations from Laterano."

Volume 1: Chapter 266 perfectly matches my stereotype of Sarkaz.

In the lavishly decorated living room, the Teutonic Elector looked at Roy speechlessly and muttered:

"Long time no see is long time no see, but is security in Kazimierz really that weak? We just let you out at our gates like that?"

Roy chuckled: "Theoretically speaking, there really isn't any security that can stop me. If you don't believe me, you can try again after you return to Letania."

The Teutonic Elector fell silent. Upon reflection, it seemed to make sense. What kind of security could possibly stop Roy? If pushed too far, he could even send a meteor crashing in. Only a space-cutting spell like the Witch King's could possibly stop him.

He changed the subject, looking at the Queen beside him, and asked, "Who was the messenger from Laterano in Letania again?"

“Lottie Karl,” the Queen replied, a name Roy had never heard before. “Speaking of which, don’t you have any messengers from all nations?”

Teutonic shook his head. Normally, a country would only have one Lateran messenger stationed there, but there were a few exceptions, such as Victoria, whose territory was too vast and internally not unified, and whose several grand dukes often did their own thing. Therefore, Lateran sent a messenger to each of the grand dukes.

Among them was a name Roy was familiar with: Oren from the Duchy of Godottin.

The Queen nodded with some skepticism, then turned to Roy and said, "Lord Roy, meeting with the messenger from all nations is not difficult; we can help with this."

Roy immediately understood and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The Queen smiled and explained, "There's no specific event involved. We simply wanted to ask you if you've made any new discoveries recently that could help combat the crisis?"

The Witch King received a revelation that a crisis was imminent, and that a hero clad in knightly armor and riding on strange creatures would lead a group of even more incomprehensible shadows to stop the crisis at the coastline. This revelation made the Queen think of these things.

She was almost certain that Roy was the knight, but what was that dark shadow that even the Witch King couldn't understand or see clearly? Had Roy made some new discovery?

Although only a month or two had passed since Roy left Letania, theoretically it was almost impossible for him to make any major discoveries in such a short time. However, the Queen still held onto a sliver of hope. After all, there was a precedent for capturing the scales, and who knew if Roy could create another miracle?

As expected, when asked by the Queen, Roy hesitated for a moment before nodding:

"We have made many discoveries, but it will take some time to truly transform them into a force capable of combating the crisis. Hmm... my suggestion to meet with the messengers from Laterano is one such step."

The Empress narrowed her eyes slightly, and a number of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

Messengers from all nations—in the Queen's eyes, these people were nothing more than a group of somewhat unreliable lobbyists, preaching Lateran ideology every day, acting as diplomats and missionaries, while also claiming to bear the responsibility of "mediating conflicts between nations" given to them by the current Pope. To be honest, the Queen felt that this was somewhat presumptuous of them.

Lateran was just a small country, or to put it bluntly, a tiny state. Its peace and stability were not due to any great strength, but because no one was willing to risk offending the Lateran believers within its borders by attacking it.

To be honest, if any major power were shameless, like Ursus, defeating Laterano's army wouldn't be a problem.

The Queen remembered the messenger's name so clearly because Miss Lottie Carr's personality suited her well, and she considered her a good friend. However, when it came to matters of state, she would never utter a word more than necessary with her.

Ultimately, Laterano, a country that survives primarily on influence and neutrality, with more symbolic than practical significance, would quickly be swept away and left with nothing if it actually entered the struggles of the core nations. Why did Roy say they had the ability to withstand an apocalyptic crisis?

"pistol?"

Teutonic suddenly spoke, offering a possible explanation in the hoarse voice of the Witch King.

The Queen nodded in sudden understanding, but quickly frowned again.

"The guns are indeed powerful, and those special staffs are versatile, capable of casting a large number of spells in a short time, as well as delivering precise heavy spells. They are indeed good for fighting those monsters in the ocean. However... there are too few guns, and there are restrictions on their use. Only the Sarkaz can operate them, and even the Liberians in Laterano do not have the right to use them."

This is common knowledge in Terra. The Queen had even consulted Lottie Carl and received a positive answer, indicating that there should be no way to change it.

But Roy shook his head: "That was true before. But what if I told you I had a way to make it possible for non-Sarkotas to use guns too?"

"What if I told you I could equip almost every soldier with a gun?"

"What if I said that I could not only make every soldier feel the same empathy as Lateran?"

The Queen stood frozen in shock, two words flashing through her mind: "miracle" and "blasphemy."

If you make every soldier pick up a gun and have a sense of empathy, wouldn't that be the same as turning every soldier into a Sarkazan?

Those optimistic angels are able to live their lives to this day, maintaining a positive attitude on this earth—isn't it all thanks to these two things? If they weren't special, would the Sarkaz still be the Sarkaz?

This is undoubtedly a miracle, but it is also undoubtedly a blasphemy against the Lateran faith.

Roy just said it so matter-of-factly, as if he wanted to make a shocking statement.

The Queen felt a sense of emptiness. She suddenly regretted it, because if she had only learned of this news on the day Roy actually accomplished all of this, the shock she felt would have been even greater. Now, she felt like an audience member who had been spoiled before the show even started, and all she felt was emptiness.