Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Wayne happily raised his hand....

Then she slowly put it down, her cheerful expression freezing on her face, replaced by surprise as she came to her senses.

Oh no, I got so caught up in the fun and killed too many enemies that I forgot to ask how to get back!

This isn't a game; there's no logout button!

Chapter 101 What's going on? This atmosphere that only I'm failing?

Victoria, the North, the Earldom of Vincent.

The royal army of Londinium successfully rendezvoused with the mobile city at the border, and the students of the Royal Military Academy finally received protection from soldiers from Londinium with familiar accents. Except for Chen, who, due to his special status, chose to follow two shadow guards to avoid the army and left Victoria alone, all the students were present.

The nobles of Londinium finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how easily the rebels were defeated, they began to make their own calculations. Several grand dukes who had originally opposed the military expedition changed their minds and became the leading figures of the expeditionary faction, making early preparations to annex the capital and lands of the northern nobles after the war.

Little did they know, Wayne's sword would soon be hanging over their heads.

Before Vina and Theresa entered the staff room, Theresa had already skillfully put away the instruction manual for the intelligent sand table simulation device, thus avoiding the social tragedy of being stared at by Theresa with a subtle look because she didn't know how to use modern technology.

Just kidding, the same thing won't happen to me, Theresis, twice!

"Your Majesty."

Although strictly speaking, Therese was not Vina's subject, considering Therese's current situation, he still politely bowed slightly and greeted her after she entered.

He wasn't one to waste time on pleasantries. After exchanging greetings, he immediately turned around and opened the 3D projection sand table on the table, marking the enemy's deployment and his own position one by one, his movements as practiced as a seasoned veteran!

Theresa was slightly surprised, thinking to herself, "Didn't Theresa have to have the logistics department temporarily bring out an old, dusty sand table just the day before yesterday because she didn't know how to use this thing? How come she's acting like she knows it very well now?"

She glanced at Therese, noticed the dark circles under his eyes, realized something, and nodded knowingly.

So it turns out you were staying up late to catch up on your studies.

A hint of helplessness crossed her face. If Theresis had thought about and learned from their strategies so carefully, perhaps things wouldn't have gotten so deadlocked.

Kazdel is practically split in two. It's clear to everyone that the Military Council is firmly on the side of their Chairman, Theresis, while the lower-class Sarkaz people and minority tribes, who have received Theresa's care and protection, are on Theresa's side. Although Theresis and Theresa have a secret agreement that, regardless of the final outcome, everything is for the survival of Kazdel and Sarkaz, a civil war, whether staged or actual, is already imminent.

However, now is not the time to worry about Kazdel. Theresa looked at Vina, who bore a striking resemblance to Wayne, beside her. What they were fighting for now was Victoria.

"After breaking through the northern rebel lines that were defending the border and completing the encirclement, the enemy forces were basically holed up in the major mobile cities, holding their ground with the help of strong walls."

Therese pointed to several large mobile cities suspended in mid-air on the sand table: Lincolnshire, Leibiseshire, and Princetonshire, the rebel stronghold.

"I have three ways to break through the rebels' defenses and capture these three fortified cities as quickly as possible..."

"And the cost?"

Vina interrupted Therese's narration and asked.

Therese frowned. The price?

Vina added:

"What is the potential extent of civilian casualties and damage to buildings and mobile cities caused by the potential losses to the military?"

Therese turned her gaze away.

These were not problems in his eyes at all. On the contrary, he was quite annoyed by Vina's timid attitude, just like Theresa's.

They were dealing with rebels, a bunch of scum who would stab you in the back when you and the country were at your weakest. When they despised the rebellion and caused the country to suffer, did they not consider how much damage it would cause?

It's utterly ridiculous to try and reform these parasites of a nation, who have been consumed by the lust for power. Who can guarantee that the tears they shed when they repent aren't crocodile tears? The only way to deal with them is to use the fastest, strongest, and most intense attack to eradicate them completely!

Remove the rebels! Only then can Victoria be strong! We must use the tracks of our land battleships and the grenades of our siege artillery to teach them the weight of the word "loyalty"!

But Vina would certainly not agree to the proposal, and her sister Theresa, who was standing next to Vina, would not agree with his idea either. Theresa could only settle for a compromise.

He'd gotten used to it anyway. Except for those who had truly stepped onto the battlefield, witnessed life transform into a fleeting, blooming blood lotus, seen hatred and rage still burning even in lifeless eyes, and seen the evils of discrimination and the fate of cowards, no one could understand his actions. They would only condemn the Sarkaz named Theresis for his brutality, ruthlessness, and indifference, but they couldn't see the sorrow, sighs, and helplessness behind him.

Who can achieve victory without paying a price? There's no such thing as a tortoise defeating a dragon simply because its shell is hard enough. If prosperity and peace could be achieved through "talking," he and Theresa wouldn't be standing in the headquarters of the Londinium Expeditionary Force right now.

Of course, these were all just trivial thoughts. Theresis didn't expect anyone to understand him. He just needed to keep moving forward on the path he believed in. As for where the road ahead would lead, he would only know by walking it himself!

So far, Theresa is doing fairly well; at least Wayne is indeed influencing and changing her. As for him, he'll just have to wait and see how far his sister can go.

"The second option."

Therese collected her thoughts, calmly closed the sand table in front of her, picked up a newspaper from the table beside her, and handed it to Vina and Theresa.

"This is the latest copy of the Northern Daily from Dublin, and it contains a very interesting piece of news."

Theresis raised an eyebrow and said:

"His Highness the King of the North has regained control of the North."

Vina and Theresa exchanged a glance and nodded.

The "King of the North" here does not refer to Vayne's father, who was resurrected through Edo Tensei, but rather to Vayne himself, the son of the King of the North.

There's no need for this report to be fabricated; does that mean Wayne has already regained control of the North?

But why hasn't he contacted Theresa and Vina? And why hasn't the Northern army emerged from the various mobile cities to surrender to the royal army of Londinium?

This is highly unusual. The most plausible explanation is that Wayne did indeed intend to incorporate the Northern forces and then rebel. But that's impossible. Aside from the fact that if Wayne wanted the throne, Vina would probably still be fighting with thugs in the slums of Londinium. Just days ago, Wayne had a video call with them, instructing Theresa to remember their plan: at the opportune moment, use the evidence Wayne gave Theresa to pin the blame for the rebellion entirely on the Duke of Normandy. End the entire rebellion farce by killing one person at the lowest possible cost.

His every move was for the sake of Vina and Victoria. There was no reason for him to suddenly change his mind, especially with a large army pressing in. Wasn't this the kind of thing that happened when he joined the KMT army in 49?

Or perhaps something happened in the last few days?

A shadow fell over Vina's face. She looked at Theresa, who had clearly anticipated the possible unforeseen events and nodded to Vina with a worried expression.

Seeing this, Theresis raised an eyebrow:

"So it seems we're thinking the same thing?"

The two nodded. Then the three of them spoke together.

Vina & Theresa: "Go to Princeton County to find your brother (Prince Bruce)."

Therese: "A decapitation strike, capture the leader first!"

"......"

Therese blinked and tilted her head.

"what?"

Therese was stunned, staring at Theresa's "hopeless, hopeless" expression and Vina's "why are you still saying such things?" expression, feeling her head buzzing.

What's going on? Why do you all look like you know something? It's like I'm the only one who doesn't understand anything.

Damn it, what's with this atmosphere that makes me feel like I'm the only one who can't do it?!

Chapter 102 I Will Be Your Beacon

Victoria, Earl of Princeton, temporary residence of the King of the North.

A large group of people, unusually, had gathered in the dimly lit room: Vina, Ernest, Winster, Theresa, and even the recently recovered Kal'tsit. Each of them would be a force to be reckoned with in the outside world. Yet, at this moment, they could only stare at each other blankly.

"How long has brother been like this?" Vina was the first to break the silence in the room. She sat on the chair by the bed, holding Wayne's hands tightly, and asked in a trembling voice.

The crowd looked at each other, and finally pushed Ernest forward.

Unfortunately, in situations like this, the one with the lowest rank inevitably takes the blame. The only ones who witnessed Wayne's battle against the demon [Collapsed Eye] were Winston, Ernest, and a group of unicorns and steam-armored soldiers. Ordinary unicorns and steam-armored soldiers naturally weren't qualified to enter the sealed-off mansion rooms. And among those inside, Ernest was the lowest-ranking person to have witnessed everything.

You tell me, how did I, the Grand Marshal of the Victoria Army and a Duke of one region, become the weakest?

Oh, the other one is a unicorn, then it's alright.

Ernest glared resentfully at Winston, who was even resorting to his seniority to shift blame, then wiped the cold sweat from his brow and stepped forward, saying:

"Your Majesty, the Prince of Wales has been unconscious for two days."

"Why didn't you report this to me in two days?"

Ernest was somewhat embarrassed. He wanted to report, but the situation simply wouldn't allow it. The Earl of Princeton had died inexplicably in his own mansion, and the Duke of Normandy was imprisoned. Wayne was now the only one in charge of the entire North. The eyes of over 100,000 Northern troops and over a million Northern people were fixed on him. At this moment, who would dare to announce the fall of their pillar?

Ernest did not have the prestige of Wayne in the North. In fact, because the Duke of Normandy harbored resentment towards him for taking away his position as the chief general of the Northern army, he had often spoken ill of and slandered him in the propaganda of the North. His image in the North could not be described as positive, and naturally he did not have the ability to subdue the entire North in place of Wayne.

As for Winster... although it seems that everyone around Wayne is fully aware of unicorns, in reality, the Clock Tower Guardians are a completely unknown force to most ordinary citizens and nobles in Victoria. If they were to intervene now to stabilize the situation in the North, it might not be effective, and they might even receive an uncivilized remark: "Who are you messing with?"

Therefore, to prevent the pacified northern counties from truly descending into chaos, Winston and Ernest had no choice but to keep Wayne's coma a secret. Of course, they weren't fools; they naturally considered reporting to Vina, but out of self-preservation, they hastily spent two days carefully choosing their words. By the time they had chosen a scapegoat and crafted sufficiently obscure language, and were ready to send their report, Vina already had her army at their throats.

Seeing Vina's face growing increasingly dark, Ernest quickly explained:

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, we have arranged for doctors to conduct a thorough examination and care for Prince Wayne, and he is not in any immediate danger."

Upon hearing this, Vina looked up and immediately asked, "The doctor? Where is he?"

Ernest and Winster were both roughnecks, and Vina trusted professionals like well-trained doctors more than their unsubstantiated guarantees.

Upon hearing this, Kal'tsit took a deep breath, stepped forward, and met Vina's gaze.

“Your Majesty, I am His Highness the Prince of Wales’ personal physician during this period.”

Vina frowned: "I remember you, your name is Kal'tsit?"

Vina turned her head to look at Theresa beside her. Princess Sarkaz nodded slightly and explained in Vina's ear:

“Kal'tsit is indeed my subordinate, but she is also a doctor. She once served as the director of the Ursus Imperial Research Institute and also obtained an advanced medical qualification certificate from the Victoria Medical School.”

Vina raised an eyebrow, somewhat doubtful:

"But isn't she Felin? She looks so young, only a few years older than me, how can she know so much?"

Theresa's expression trembled for a moment, and she almost lost her composure.

She's about your age...

Kal'tsit, you're really good at pretending to be young!

The very young Kal'tsit tightened her suit tie and solemnly addressed Vina:

“Your Majesty, you may not trust my medical skills, but you certainly know this.”

Her finger pointed to the black staff resting on Wayne's chest, which emitted a faint blue light and was clearly still functioning.

The Sarkaz artifact, the Locks of Time.

Vina certainly recognized this thing. This staff was carried by Wayne and its effect was to freeze time. Vina also had a matching [Key of Time].

Indeed, with this, there's no need to worry about my brother's health for the time being.