Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

P.S.: I don't think the princess is a naive and innocent girl. She is a charismatic and politically astute leader who can rival Therese. If we follow the mainstream view that Therese "committed suicide," I think she must have left behind a plan.

This is just a small guess I have about the plan.

Volume 1: Chapter 327 And so the national sword was swung down, protecting her people.

More than one person has longed for her return, imagining what changes she could bring to the land if she were still alive.

The Kazdel Military Council may not occupy Londinium; Kazdel may have already been built, and they will stand in the Hall of Heroes in the city center, witnessing their own statues standing side by side with the heroes of the past, witnessing the Sarkaz enter a new era.

But when she actually returned, people suddenly fell silent, their faces filled with guilt, indignation, and frustration, as if her return was something that should never have happened, a mistake that no one wanted to accept.

Their gazes met in the air. Looking into those pale pink eyes, Theresa's raging anger suddenly subsided, just as it had countless times before. Theresa soothed the turmoil within him, and he asked earnestly:

"How long can you hold out?"

The Sarkaz spirits are not benevolent old men, and Theresa's manipulation and exploitation will undoubtedly enrage them. From the moment Theresa temporarily revived through the bloodline hidden within Amiya's body, the spirits began their counterattack.

They will assimilate Theresa's spirit, drawing her soul into her bloodline, ultimately reducing her to mere energy. This counterattack won't take long; it depends entirely on the resilience of Theresa's spirit.

A hint of lingering affection flashed in Theresa's eyes. She looked back at everyone present with deep longing, as if trying to imprint each person's appearance firmly in her heart. Finally, she turned around, raised her hand, and jet-black threads spread out from the diamond-shaped symbol that rose behind her, then gathered in front of her, turning into pure white water, and finally solidifying into a longsword with spiral patterns.

She answered softly, "Not long. But I've already lit the fire."

"that's enough."

Theresis didn't speak, but her response was a slash of crimson sword energy. Theresa also raised her sword; the spiral rapier in her hand was like a conductor's baton, and with a flick of the wrist, lines formed barriers in front of her.

Therese's sword energy shattered the first barrier with unstoppable force, broke through the second barrier with its remaining power, and barely managed to break through the third barrier, but it dissipated in the face of the fourth, fifth, and sixth barriers that followed, turning into starlight in the air.

This is an undeniable gap in strength.

It's not that Theresis is weaker than Theresa; his progress over the years has even surpassed Kal'tsit's expectations, making her carefully prepared series of killing moves pale in comparison to his absolute strength. But at this moment, he is on a different level from Theresa.

One reached the limit of individual strength through his own efforts, while the other was backed by the power of the Sarkaz race.

The Demon King's power is unfair.

Therese suddenly realized the true meaning of those words.

Just like the knights of Kazimierz and the legendary Pegasus Knights, the soldiers of Victoria and the steam knights of the story, the desert mercenaries of Sargon and the legendary army of immortality—the existence of the Demon King is already the endpoint that Sarkaz can reach, which is [unification]. As a part of this unification, he is destined to be no match for Theresa in terms of force.

"Tsk!"

He clicked his tongue dismissively, took a step forward, and charged straight at Theresa.

Even with the gap in skill level, he still has to fight.

Just as the Sarkaz were so weak compared to Victoria, he still took the risk of occupying the capital of the empire. He was not a military genius who never took risks in his life, but a gambler who vowed to break all rules and common sense.

In response, Theresa also raised her sword, facing Theresis.

Kal'tsit made no move, Logos and Ascalon did not stop them, and the Exorcist and Manfred remained silent. Clearly, just like the group of shapeshifters and the King of Carrion who were standing on the city walls at this moment, they were all waiting for the two leaders to decide the fate of the Sarkaz in the "fairest" situation.

Except for one person.

"boom!"

A deafening roar exploded beneath our feet, as if the entire Iron Palace had been blasted into the sky in an instant. Precious brick floors and priceless jewels and paintings were reduced to fragments, flung into the air before crashing back to the ground and shattering into pieces. Thick smoke and dust rose in the air, resembling the aftermath of a war. This building, which had stood for a thousand years in Victoria, faced its greatest test in an instant. The earth-shattering tremors caught almost everyone off guard and drew the attention of everyone who could hear the roar.

The imprisoned council members rushed to the windows in surprise, while the two royal rulers on the city walls turned their heads in astonishment to look back the way they came. Those in the palace jumped up and down, some casting spells to use rubble as shields to block falling rocks, others risking their lives to shield their lords and friends, and still others raising shields and manipulating spells to avoid the Originium behemoth.

But all of their eyes turned to the rising pillar of light.

Because it is so dazzling that it has even surpassed the Shards, which symbolizes natural disaster.

The two men in grey top hats righted their coffee cups, which had been knocked over by the tremor, and looked at the seemingly invincible pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth. They asked with genuine bewilderment:

"what is that?"

"A mysterious building has just appeared outside the city of Londinium. What happened inside?"

"This should be information that will interest His Majesty the Duke. Let's make a note of it."

"But how do you describe it?"

"Hmm... to be honest, don't you think this beam of light looks a lot like that?"

"You think so too?"

"Yes, it's just like the bedtime stories we heard when we were kids—"

The first King Aslan ascended the walls of Londinium. To stop his attack, the King of Drak ignited the sky with his own flames. Clouds fell as torrential rain, the gentle breeze was heated into a storm, and stars and the sun turned into meteors falling from the sky. The great city was about to be reduced to ruins!

At that moment, the king raised his sword.

He said: "Breath of Kings, I wield you; you shall fulfill your duty, cleave the heavenly calamities, and protect my people!"

[And so, the national sword fell, cleaving the calamity that shrouded Londinium in two!]

"Won't we get criticized for writing this? After all, Aslan has already..."

"Whatever! I've only witnessed the myths and legends; let the Duke worry about the rest!"

Volume 1: Chapter 328 Kal'tsit was deeply aware of this.

The violent tremor shook the entire Iron Palace, and centuries of dust fell from the ceiling of the throne room like pale yellow snowflakes. Even Theresa and Theresis, caught off guard by the sudden tremor, were thrown about, barely managing to steady themselves with the help of their longswords.

Therese was forced to halt her charge, and Theresa's face showed genuine astonishment.

After the violent tremor, the originally sealed door between the throne rooms collapsed with a crash, and a blue figure covered in dust appeared in front of the group. Behind him were Vina and the others, who looked rather disheveled, but could not hide their astonished expressions, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock.

Roy stared at the door that had collapsed with just two light knocks, remained silent for a moment, and only after confirming that Vina behind him had no intention of demanding compensation did he speak, somewhat awkwardly:

"Sorry I'm a little late. I encountered a small problem on the way, but it's resolved. We've obtained the Breath of the Kings, Kal'tsit."

Roy pointed to the longsword wrapped in cloth that was now on Vina's back. After a brief moment of glory, it seemed to have returned to its ordinary appearance. Although it was no longer as rusty as when Roy and the others first found it, it was just a sharp longsword that didn't look special.

This puzzled Roy somewhat. Were all the swords on this land afflicted with the same problem? Whether it was the Holy Sword of the Sun or the Breath of Kings, they were all things that could be unleashed without proper conditions, and then become devastatingly powerful once the conditions were met. The key was that the criteria for determining these conditions were truly bizarre and strange.

Roy still doesn't understand why Margaret Nearl's Originium Arts can activate the Sun Sword. Could it be that she is actually a giant solar cell that automatically stores solar energy when not using Originium Arts and then shoots out light when needed?

Just kidding. Although I still vividly remember the power of the Breath of Kings, which was almost on par with the Holy Sword of the Sun and could be considered a second EX Excalibur, Vina just can't use it, and Roy can't keep swaggering around with someone else's national sword forever; he still has to return it eventually.

Before Roy could even finish speaking, and before Kal'tsit could even reply, Theresis spoke up first:

“Kal'tsit, it seems you’ve found an incredible helper.”

Have we met somewhere before?

Therese frowned, as if lost in memories.

He had a vague sense of familiarity with Roy, but it was uncertain and he couldn't find any information about Roy. It wasn't until Manfred beside him reminded him:

“General, he is the Knight of Casimir who rescued the Queen and the Teutonic Elector in Letania.”

He was the one who caused our plan to fail and also sent me to Letania prison.

Manfred didn't dare to say the second half of his sentence. Anyway, as long as he said the first half, Therese should be able to understand. Why lose face in this situation?

Sure enough, Therese nodded in realization. Although she still felt a little uneasy, she accepted Manfred's explanation.

If he had heard about Roy from someone else, it would be understandable that he would have an impression of the person but not be able to recall him.

Roy, on the other hand, was an acquaintance of Theresis whom he was meeting for the first time.

Even in the game, in the chapters before Roy's time travel, there is very little description of Theresis. From the limited amount of time he is given and the indirect portrayals, we can glean that he was a staunch Sarkaz nationalist, a powerful but fanatical Sarkaz general, and one of the few who explicitly killed Kal'tsit.

Roy had heard of his ambition to "smash the Demon King's shackles," but having been on Terra for so long, he wasn't some naive fool. Such declarations were best taken with a grain of salt; anyone who believed them was a fool.

Even when that old codger Koschei was using Talulah's skin to sell himself as Qiao Biluo, he could still shamelessly say that war was for the people and for the prosperity of the country. Whether he was sincere or not is another matter, but just the way he achieved it, even if you asked Runren from the Da Yan People's Forum to comment, you would have to say, "You're being a bit too extreme."

So, who knows if Theresis's words about "smashing the shackles of the Demon King" truly meant liberation, or if it was just an excuse to eliminate anyone who might become the Demon King?

There are far too many people who talk about principles but are actually only interested in business.

However, just as Theresa's doubts were put aside, Theresa frowned thoughtfully beside her:

“I seem to have some recollection of you... That’s strange, I shouldn’t have met you before.”

Roy glanced in surprise at the little rabbit whose demeanor had changed drastically, then at Kal'tsit not far away and the silent, empty-shell-like "Theresia" beside the throne. He already had some guesses in his mind, and tentatively asked:

"Your Highness Theresa?"

“You don’t need to address me like that,” Theresa said with a smile, suppressing her doubts. “Are you the last trump card Kal’tsit spoke of?”

Roy chuckled: "I never expected to have this honor?"

Before the fight, the old lynx told him to split up with her, saying that Amiya had to go through all of this no matter what. But in the end, she turned out to be her last trump card. So she was prepared to come and save Amiya if she couldn't win?

Roy raised an eyebrow at Kal'tsit, who blushed and turned her head away.

Her attitude toward Roy was incredibly contradictory and complex.

On one hand, Roy's core is human, she is her ally, possesses some human technology and mysteries, and has Trevor Friston's help, making her an incredibly powerful fighting force. Therefore, she would consider Roy as her last trump card in times of crisis, trusting that she could protect herself and Rhodes Island.

On the other hand, she was also worried about Roy's attitude towards Theresa, who might awaken within Amiya's body. Frankly speaking, anyone could see that the underage Amiya was somewhat naive even as the CEO of a medical company, let alone the leader of Babel, the Sarkaz Demon Lord. She was obviously easier to "teach." Theresa, on the other hand, was a hero who had lived through the war years, a mature Demon Lord. Although her thoughts differed from those of previous Demon Lords, she was ultimately a more opinionated person.

She worried that Roy would use this against Theresa.

When Kal'tsit finally faced Theresis, she realized that this was somewhat of a case of wanting both sides.

Theresis was resolute in his determination to die, articulating his ideals, his beliefs, and his path. His tenacity exceeded Kal'tsit's expectations. Had Theresa not intervened in the battle beforehand, the consequences might have been unimaginable. Even so, Kal'tsit, knowing Theresa's existence was short-lived, worried that Theresis would choose a delaying tactic, hoping that Theresa's soul would succumb to the assimilation of the Sarkaz spirits and become part of their collective consciousness.

She realized her mistakes in this war, a war that allowed no falsehoods, lies, distractions, or wavering. And in this war, she needed Roy.

She was acutely aware of this.

Volume 1: Chapter 329 Theresis: To pacify the outside world, one must first secure the home.