The Uchiha's Path to the Top, Starting from Konoha

Chapter 223 Antiline

After arriving at the guesthouse where the foreign guests were being received, Hatake Sakumo and Might Guy took their leave.

The subsequent guard duties will be taken over by the Konoha Police Department.

"You must have had a long journey."

"Chief Sarutobi, the rest is up to you."

Don't worry.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the two young men favored by the leader of the ninja world, Sarutobi Sasuke looked at the "Blood Emperor" Gilchrist and the elderly High Priest.

Unlike the ninja world where strength is paramount, Sarutobi Sasuke didn't feel any pressure from these two. Instead, it was the young boy and girl around him who exerted immense pressure on him.

"If it were His Majesty the Führer, he would probably have already risen up in rebellion and become the ruler of the country."

Recalling the experience of Uchiha Muan seizing power, Sarutobi Sasuke felt as if he were in a dream.

Even though four years have passed, Sarutobi Sasuke still can't forget the scene that almost wiped out his family.

Sarutobi Sasuke's mind was racing, but his aged face remained calm as he smiled and arranged rooms for the two groups of people.

"Gilkenif and High Priest, the guesthouse does not prohibit your entry and exit. If you are interested, you can go and see the bustling night view of Konoha."

"Someone will come to lead you to the Presidential Building early tomorrow morning, so please be prepared."

In the reception room of the hotel, Sarutobi Sasuke finished explaining the relevant matters and then got up to leave.

As the deputy of the Security Bureau, he was naturally a member of the Uchiha camp. If he got too close to the leaders of the two defeated countries, it would cause misunderstandings from the outside world.

Sarutobi Sasuke, who had always been cautious and diligent, still wanted to land safely and dared not take advantage of the situation at this time.

The status that comes with power is enough for the Sarutobi clan to thrive now.

After a brief silence in the reception room, a deep, aged voice rang out.

"Blood Emperor, what are your thoughts?"

"Thoughts?" Gilkenif chuckled softly. "At least in Konoha, please stop calling me the Blood Emperor. After tomorrow, the Bahars Empire will cease to exist."

"Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite relaxing."

"Without mountains of official documents and daily infighting, being a peaceful and wealthy man is a wonderful thing."

Gilkenif relaxed, leaning back in his chair, exuding an air of contentment, much like a salted fish giving up.

"A wonderful thing? Your Excellency Gilkenif, are you really willing to give up the legacy passed down from your ancestors?"

The high priest picked up his teacup from the table, took a small sip, and remarked with a sigh.

"It takes countless people to go from nothing to something, to be willing to die for a country, but only a few people need to nod their heads to go from something to nothing."

"Isn't it ironic?"

"Perhaps."

Gilkenif turned to meet the High Priest's gaze, his eyes deep and resolute. "There's a saying in the ninja world: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.'"

"Our ancestors struggled to survive under the claws of foreign races, so it is not unacceptable for them to submit to the ninja world, which is also composed of human beings."

"The world changes, and even the dragons that rule the continent will one day have their wings broken. As long as we remain true to our original aspirations, we can leave the future to those who come after us."

"At least for our generation, we will follow the lead of the Ninja World Leader."

"Gilkenif, like the Papacy, believed that as long as there is life, there is hope."

The high priest sighed softly, seemingly recalling the tragic loss of a hundred thousand troops in a single day.

At that time, the capital city was shrouded in mourning, with every household dressed in white and cries of sorrow echoing everywhere.

The seven priests who ruled the theocracy immediately initiated a strategy of defeat, sending elite seeds to the divine palace left behind by the Six Great Gods while also making pilgrimages to the ninja world.

In the original plan, Antilin, a half-elf of a long-lived species, was the key to protecting the elite seeds, but the girl's refusal left everyone helpless.

"The Black Gold Dragon King, capable of annihilating an army of 100,000 with a single blow, and the leader of the ninja world who could also force the Black Gold Dragon King to flee with a severed claw—with more and more ninjas exploring the continent, how long can we hide?"

"Our most important task now is to offer our sincerity as a member of the Church."

"My existence is also part of our sincerity, hehe."

Antiline's words in the temple silenced the priests, who gazed at the smiling girl and suddenly realized how little they knew about her.

Antilin, born from rape by the Elf King, undoubtedly had a tragic childhood. She was forced to train by her mother, and it didn't matter if she died during training, since she had the coldness of resurrection magic.

The only light in her childhood was the omelet made by Aunt Nazr. Without her aunt's love, Antilin felt that she would be a living corpse.

If asked what favors she had done that were worth risking her life for, Antilin's feelings would be very complicated.

Occasionally, there are humans I like, although most of them have died because I've lived for so long. But for the country that those people love, I'd risk my life.

So, Antiline stepped forward.

For the ninja world, her existence is dispensable, but for a man, few would refuse a beautiful and capable girl who comes to him, right?

It's not just a rumor in the ninja world that Uchiha Takeo is a lecherous man.

"Yes, as long as you're alive, there's hope."

Gilkenif rose from his seat, stretched, and said, "Now we'll see how big His Majesty's appetite is."

"I'll go to Konoha first. We'll be citizens of the ninja world in the future, so we can't not learn more about Konoha."

"Then wait for me."

The high priest followed behind with a smile.

The great mage Freud also went along.

In her room at the hotel, Antilin sat in the lobby, enjoying the food provided by the hotel, when Captain Shenren came over with a lunchbox.

"Is what you said at the temple true?"

"Does it matter now whether it's true or false?"

After slowly chewing her food, Antilin replied calmly.

"At my age, I'm at the point where I should be getting married. I just want to marry a man who can beat me, even if he's not good-looking, has a twisted personality... or isn't even human."

Upon hearing these words, the God-like Captain dared to swear on his chastity—this was a lie!

Born unloved by her parents and disliked by her relatives, and subjected to constant indifference, would Antiline have such worldly desires?

She'd probably just feel nauseous!

The once arrogant and conceited captain, who had been severely punished by Antilin and had his face splattered with horse urine, couldn't help but feel sad for the girl.

In fact, Antilin is quite lively and easy-going, cares about her colleagues, and is a gentle and kind girl.

(End of this chapter)