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

There are refugees from Colombia who harbor resentment towards the Prince of Wales, wealthy capitalists from Victoria who are wary of and resistant to the policy on state-owned enterprises, and extreme infected individuals who would gain nothing but no benefit from killing a member of the Victorian royal family. Often, you can't reason with a madman.

In short, it's still very dangerous. Vina doesn't support Wayne going to New Wales at this time, but since Wayne is so determined, Vina can't persuade him otherwise and can only suggest that the unicorn secretly follow them again. Theresa also suggested going along.

"Don't let my lack of martial arts fool you; if I really had to put in the effort, I'm confident I wouldn't lose to anyone."

Theresa declared confidently, her confidence stemming from the Demon Lord's Originium Arts and her own experience in handling various dangerous situations. She was a true veteran of the battlefield, someone who had survived the brutal Sarkaz environment, possessing considerable experience in dealing with unforeseen circumstances. Moreover, given Theresa's relationship with Wayne, having her accompany him was a perfectly normal and irresistible offer.

"Furthermore, if I use my Originium Arts, I can detect whether anyone around me or Prince Bruce harbors ill intentions."

Theresa's last words completely dispelled Vina's last shred of hesitation.

Although she always felt a strange sense of crisis about letting Wayne and Theresa go out together without her, she thought that this sense of crisis should... probably not involve her life?

In short, she couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse, and deliberately nitpicking would be a bit unreasonable. In the end, Vina agreed to the plan.

However, as she watched Theresa and Wayne board the car to the airport from her bedroom window in the palace, she couldn't help but sigh:

"Even though I'm the empress now, why do I have fewer opportunities to travel freely with my brother?"

Could this be the legendary dilemma of not being able to have both power and beauty?

Did Nawien choose beauty over power?

I don't think so. Brother Wayne is thinking much further ahead than just about power and beauty. Someone like him must have a deeper meaning behind his actions.

In fact, it wasn't just Vina who thought this way; Theresa, who accompanied Wayne to New Wales, had similar thoughts.

The difference was that she knew a little more than Vina, so she was able to understand some of Wayne's actions to a greater extent. But the more she understood Wayne's actions, the more amazed Theresa became at how far-reaching the meaning behind them was, and how profound the thoughts revealed in them were.

She dared not judge whether these ideas were good or bad, for they were entirely new ideas, unheard of on the land of Terra. Who could judge whether a newborn baby was good or bad? But she knew that if Wayne truly intended to combine these ideas with the realities of Terra and the specific circumstances of Victoria and put them into practice, then the nation he sought to create might be the otherworldly counterpart of the "grand blueprint" that Wayne had shown Theresa within his consciousness empire.

This was an unthinkable path. Before Wayne, no one on Terra had attempted such an idea, such a system, such a reform. After Wayne, perhaps there will never be another like him. Wayne may be the only spark, and his path is destined to be long and arduous.

But Theresa believed, as Wayne said, "A single spark can start a prairie fire."

She will stay by Wayne's side and witness the day when the spark ignites a prairie fire together.

But that's a story for another time.

Upon arriving in New Wales, Wayne and Theresa split up. Wayne headed to the town hall to check on the overall operations of New Wales, while Theresa went to the site of the under-construction Royal Military Academy of Victoria—the Kazdel branch. Her brother, Theresis, had recently become unusually quiet, devoting almost all his energy to this military academy, which he considered "the key to the future rise of the Kazdel Empire!" Theresa was very curious about what it looked like now.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, when Theresa actually saw this scene, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at the building in front of her.

When Theresa planned the construction of this school, she never imagined that Theresis would build it into what it is today. The almost lost artistic style unique to the Sarkaz in Kazdel has been boldly incorporated into the building; symmetry and detail fill almost every corner. Theresa can see relief sculptures of ten Sarkaz kings still documented above the main entrance, and from the dome, she can see the Baphomet murals symbolizing the Sarkaz religious system. Medieval knight's armor sits beside mobile phones in the corridors, blending the modern and the ancient in a wonderful yet harmonious way—neither jarring nor jarring, but rather appearing as a seamless whole.

"I never imagined you had such talent, General Theresis?"

Theresa made no attempt to hide her admiration; no Sarkaz could dislike the building before her, a perfect blend of ethnic, religious, classical, and modern elements. Theresa wouldn't let their conflict over the fact that it was such a perfect work by Theresa.

When his work was mentioned, Therese gave Theresa a rare smile, emphasizing with a touch of arrogance:

“In the school, you should call me the headmaster… Each of us possesses talents in unexpected ways, and this is not an accident, because I remember everything about Kazdel, its lost art, traditions, and supreme glory, all of which are covered in the dust of history. And I will revive them, in every way, in my own way.”

Theresa smiled wryly. She agreed with Theresis's words; preserving one's traditions and reviving one's art were essential conditions for a nation's long-term survival, but Theresis...

He's too hasty. In Wayne's words, he's taking too big a step, and with his approach, he's bound to mess things up.

But arguing with Theresis again here would not only be fruitless, but would also ruin their hard-won good mood. So Theresia simply nodded.

Your starting point is correct; at least on this point, I think you are right.

"Then, Principal Therese, could you show me around this college, which was built by you, the great architect?"

Theresa said with a smile.

Having a dream of becoming an architect. Principal. Chairman of the Military Commission. Frequently losing his hair. A militarist. With all these buffs stacked up, Theresis nodded with satisfaction and turned around to say:

"Of course, that's how it should be."

PS: To be honest, Yostar's announcement this time cracked me up. It's like they're just playing dead and then using that skill to level up to three, charging up for Old Chen's limited-edition hit recovery, right? The announcement just says "Item missing, will be resent via email" and they're still being stubborn. If you say the wording is wrong, then just add some wording; the value of the package won't change. But if you're resending via email, doesn't that mean you didn't put the Originium in it in the first place? For a 198 RMB item, something that makes money, I find it hard to believe you'd make such a mistake.

Let's see how this situation unfolds. Not participating, not arguing, and arguing is all the same to being right. Personally, I hope this serves as a wake-up call for YJ, so they don't repeat this mistake.

Chapter 91 Has Bozokas returned?

Walking through the Kazdel campus buildings, Theresa felt as if she had returned to a time when the school never existed.

If the Sarkaz were an ordinary race, if Kazdel were an ordinary country, if she hadn't grown up amidst war from a young age and been thrown into the conflict at such a young age, perhaps she could have had a wonderful youth, enjoying holding books in her hands at school, leaning against the heavy sandalwood bookshelves in the library, smelling the fragrance of books while reading history?

Perhaps in that case, Theresis wouldn't have fallen out with him, even though they were family? The Sarkaz wouldn't have lost their way home? He wouldn't have had to wake up so many times in the middle of the night, risking his life just to let more people sleep peacefully?

If peace becomes a reality, will all these things happen?

Theresa dreamt of it. But in the end, she shook her head.

Every child should have the right to dream, but adults cannot. This land will not change because of beautiful fantasies. Here, what protects children's dreams is not a nightlight emitting a soft yellow glow, but swords and blades reflecting the cold, harsh moon.

Theresa believes that the life she dreams of will one day come true, but she doesn't envy herself living in such a world. She cherishes everything she has now. She has the resilient and hardworking Vina by her side, Theresa, with whom she has ideological conflicts but has begun to move beyond her usual confrontations, and Wayne, with whom she works hand in hand and relies on each other.

Although the world was not as she wished, she was very happy.

Besides, everything is moving in a positive direction, isn't it?

At least, they, the displaced Sarkaz, finally had a home and built their first formal school with the help of Victoria.

From this day forward, the Sarkaz will not only hone their skills on the battlefield, but will also be able to study in academies. Perhaps one day in the future, children will be able to lay down their swords, open the doors of books, and no longer worry about being born in darkness, but instead wait with hope for the sunrise.

Theresa's eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at Theresis, who was a head taller than her. Even at school, he hadn't changed out of his heavy armor, a symbol of power. Theresa hadn't seen Theresis in casual clothes for a long time; it seemed that ever since their ideologies diverged, Theresis had always worn that armor, never taking it off.

"Headmaster, even at school, you're reluctant to change out of your clothes?"

Theresa smiled slightly. She didn't have many opportunities to walk with Theresis like this; if it weren't for Wayne's help, she wouldn't have had this chance to "communicate" with her last blood relative. She wasn't wearing her white dress and black vest, precisely to ease the tension between them.

She was reminding Therese that this was not Kazdel, and they were no longer two opposing camps on the verge of conflict. Here, Therese was the principal of the Kazdel branch of the Royal Victoria Military Academy, while Therese was a Sarkaz tourist.

A tour guide wouldn't be wearing armor as a guide, would they?

Therese paused for a moment, her sharp gaze sweeping over Theresa's smiling face, but Theresa stood tall and met her gaze without flinching. In the end, it was Therese who took the initiative to back down.

"You're right. Wait a moment."

As she spoke, Therese quickened her pace and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Theresa shrugged, walked around the doorposts of the corridor, and entered the garden in the academy's central courtyard.

The branch campus was a size smaller than the main campus of the Royal Military Academy, a requirement imposed by Wayne, which Therese had no choice but to accept. After all, although Therese was the principal, the school still bore the name of Victoria, and there was no reason for a branch campus to surpass the main campus.

However, saying it's a size smaller is only relative. Given Victoria's wealth and Wayne's ambition, this school, designed to recruit the elites and talents of Rosakaz, is naturally no less prestigious than other institutions. Without exaggeration, aside from Victoria's most famous "Royal Six Colleges," this school can absolutely be considered one of the top universities on Terra. The central courtyard is extremely wide, occupying half of the mobile city, filled with greenery and flowers. Victorian-style marble tea tables surround potted plants for afternoon tea, while a lakeside pavilion features a chessboard for playing chess in the rain.

Theresa chose a wooden chair and sat down. Before long, she suddenly saw a black figure climbing over the wall.

"Stop, Master of Forgiveness, come here."

"Theresia gave the order. The Exorcists are Theresis's confidants and a special force of the Kazdel Military Council, but whoever they are, as long as they are still Sarkaz, as long as they still acknowledge Kazdel and the Demon King, they cannot disobey Theresia's orders."

She hesitated for a moment, clearly not expecting to encounter the Demon King here, especially since Theresis wasn't even by her side. Caught red-handed at the crime scene of scaling the wall, she couldn't leave or stay. With a glare, Theresis could only obediently step forward, kneel on one knee, and bow:

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Theresa, the Order of the Pardoners greets you."

"There's no need to be bound by complicated formalities. I care more about the purpose of your trip."

Theresa said calmly, "Kindness and decisiveness are not contradictory; a qualified monarch should possess both qualities."

She was concerned about the cleric's motives for going to such lengths to enter the academy, even at the cost of scaling the walls. His brother, Therese, was not a careless man; he was even stricter with his subordinates than Therese herself. If he was one of the people in her plan, he should have been qualified to enter the academy, and could have reported to Victoria through normal channels, come to Wales, and enter the academy to meet Therese. Along the way, Therese had also met many old acquaintances from the military council; they had all entered Victoria's Sarkaz through this method after being vetted, but this cleric was clearly an exception.

Theresa activated the radiation of Originium Arts, and the emotions flowing into her heart revealed that the Exorcist before her was flustered. This was the domineering nature of the Demon Lord's Originium Arts; no matter how well the outward disguise, the heart does not lie, and no one can lie to the Demon Lord!

"There's no need for lies. You should know that no lie will work on me. Tell the truth, Pardoner. What is your reason for supporting your smuggling into Victoria and coming to New Wales, risking arrest and pursuit if discovered in Victoria, just to see Therese?"

Theresa didn't direct her Originium Arts at the Exorcist before her, but the pressure, like a collapsing mountain, still emanated from the Demon King's seemingly harmless words, weighing heavily on the Exorcist's shoulders. Seeing that she could no longer conceal it, the Exorcist could only let out a weak sigh and reply:

"Reporting to Your Highness Theresa, the Kazdel Military Council recently received intelligence from the Kazdel homeland, the Scarred Market, regarding the whereabouts of the pure-blooded Wendigo, Bozhuo Casti. The Order of the Exorcists has verified the intelligence; Bozhuo Casti has indeed returned to Kazdel and is temporarily staying at the residence of an ancient banshee master. I have been ordered by the Order to report this information to General Theresa."

Is Bodokasti back?

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Demon King's Thoughts

Bozokasty has many titles bestowed upon him—the pure-blooded Wendigo, the warrior of Kazdel, the captain of the Ursus Empire, the Patriot, the War Beast, and the Stag-Headed Demon.

Some of these titles came from descriptions of his appearance, some from summaries of his achievements, some from descriptions of his personality, and some from highlights of his ideals. However, as a Sarkaz, Theresa's most profound impression of Bochokasti was the day she personally saw him off as he left Kazdel for the Ursus Empire.

After that snowy night, Kazdel lost one Wendigo, but in its place, another legend was added to the tales of this land. It is said that the Ursus Empire possessed a Sarkaz general, invincible and unstoppable. The strongest shield could not withstand a single sweep of his halberd, and the sharpest spear could not pierce his iron will. The Emperor of Ursus valued him highly, and he was loyal to the Ursus Empire; his life was a manifestation of the Ursus Empire's conquests. Laterano, the Pope's musketeers, he clashed with him with his heavy halberd; Kazimir, the silver-speared steeds, he charged at them with his massive shield; even Victoria, with her array of steam-armored warriors, he roared and met her head-on!

Demons were no match for him, and even the "Blades" had to show him respect. He was a legend, a legend of the Ursus Empire. But all of this was irrelevant to Theresa of Kazdel.

She never imagined that she would hear news of Bozokasti again, or that he would return to Kazdel.

Despite numerous setbacks after the death of its old emperor, the Ursus Empire maintained its unparalleled military strength, a feat even Victoria couldn't match. As a legendary figure in the Ursus military, Bozokasti shouldn't have any reason to "return to Kazdel"...

What unexpected changes have occurred in the Ursus Empire?

This is unlikely. Rather than a national upheaval forcing Bozokastie to return to Kazdel, Theresa is more inclined to believe that Bozokastie's resolve may have wavered. Just as he chose to distance himself from Kazdel years ago because he no longer wanted to fight with his own people, this time, perhaps he encountered something he "didn't want to do," something that contradicted his ideals and beliefs. This led to Bozokastie's sudden return.

But these were all guesses, and Theresa couldn't be sure if they were correct. Looking at the somewhat flustered pardoner, she suddenly joked:

"You said you were ordered by the Military Council to report to General Theresis, does that mean you didn't intend to report to me?"

The pardoner hesitated, her small, gloved hands flailing nervously in front of her chest, as if trying to deny Theresa's words. But after stammering for a while, she resignedly lowered her head and answered:

"The orders I received were correct."

You're too honest, aren't you, Master of Forgiveness?

Theresa opened her mouth in surprise. This matter wasn't a huge deal; the return of a Sarkaz didn't necessarily require informing the Queen, otherwise, at Kazdel's current rate of Sarkaz absorption, Theresa would be listening to reports every day, unable to sleep. But it wasn't insignificant either; it was, after all, leverage over Theresis and the Military Council. However, the question of the return of Bozocasti couldn't be answered with a simple "tell Theresis but not Theresa." It was like a company hiring someone and only informing the HR manager while the boss remained completely unaware—something a petty person could easily fire.

Other pardoners would cover things up a bit, say a few kind words, and that would be fine; Theresa wouldn't delve into it. After all, trying to use this as leverage against Theresa would be far too difficult. Not only was it unnecessary, but it would also damage the relationship that the two had finally managed to improve. But this pardoner was almost unbelievably honest... she actually admitted it?

Although the mask design of the Pardoner was intended to "blur sound," Theresa still felt a strong sense of déjà vu from this Pardoner's words and actions. She frowned and asked:

"The Shining?"

"Yes, Your Highness Theresa. Please punish me."

"It's you..."

Theresa shrugged helplessly, sighed, and muttered:

"Of all the pardoners under Theresis, you are the least cunning."

But Shining had very sharp ears and actually heard this muttering, and couldn't help but retort:

"It's not that I'm without cunning, but I feel that cunning shouldn't be used against someone like Your Highness."