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

However, the scene changed the moment Wayne and Theresa stepped through the door.

The once plain and unadorned corridor furnishings suddenly transformed into a giant tree branch covered with pale gold patterns. The branch extended to its end, forming a massive trunk carved with striking diamond patterns. The branching paths became scattered twigs, with the leaves representing individual offices and halls.

The Temple of the Tree of Life, also known as the Temple of the Kabbalah Tree, is the greatest secret of the Order of the Exorcists, second only to the Demon King and even surpassing the Royal Court in its mystique among the Sarkaz. Perpetually shrouded in a large magical barrier, it is the culmination of the efforts of the Banshee Queen and the Sorcerer King Ace of the past Royal Courts, a place where those without permission are absolutely forbidden from entering.

Kazdel was destroyed by fire three times, and rebuilt each time, gaining countless new lives and a royal court. But the original inhabitants had all turned to ashes and vanished with the wind. Even with Laterano's relentless pursuit and the constant discrimination of the land, as long as this place exists, the Sarkaz will retain their last flame.

And what opened this gate was the withered branch sword broken from a branch of the Temple of the Tree of Life, wielded by the Exorcist, who served as the "Gatekeeper." But the price was that the "Gatekeeper" would never be allowed to enter the Temple again. If Kazdel were to suffer a calamity, they must guard the gate and preserve hope; if even the gate were about to fall, they must destroy the final "key," completely severing the Temple's connection with the outside world.

"Mr. Bruce, shall we go?"

Theresa held Wayne's hand and reminded him.

Wayne snapped out of his reverie at the magnificent scene before him and nodded.

While Sarkaz's skills are indeed astonishing, his purpose in coming here is still Bochokasti, and he shouldn't put the cart before the horse.

Moreover, he may be able to replicate this technology in the future.

But then again, compared to this, the unicorn looks rather pathetic. Why didn't the clock towers that have lived in Victoria for generations create such a grand spectacle? Even the world of Harry Potter has Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, places like Hogwarts.

Perhaps they do, but Wayne doesn't know it?

After all, Wayne didn't actually go inside their clock tower. Unicorns are all solitary beings. Even the Aslan royal family only respects and cooperates with them. There isn't a very strict hierarchical system between them. Instead, it's a clear division of labor where one governs the Victorian Empire in the light and the other manages the Victorian Empire in the shadows, helping each other out.

This situation only began to change with the arrival of Wayne. His collaboration with Vina and his actions as the Shadow Emperor somewhat stripped Unicorn of some of its power, but fortunately, Winster had no objections.

Here's a little secret: Winster is a staunch supporter of the Wayne x Vina party. This party is extremely powerful, including Winster, Ernest, Patriarch Broca, Mayor Arthur, and a host of other influential figures in Victorian society.

But I don't know why, even though the party has a huge influence, there's been no movement. Could it be because the members are all too high-ranking and can't let go of their airs?

"Bozokastie, it's a pleasure to see you again."

While Wayne was still pondering the unicorn, Theresa had already noticed Bozocaste approaching from afar. The Wendigo giant had clearly also been notified by the Exorcist and was quickly heading in Theresa's direction.

Upon seeing Theresa, although his physical condition prevented him from bowing or speaking quickly, he still tried his best to say:

"Your Highness...it's been a long time...you still look so young."

Saying all seven words at once was the result of Bozhuocas's utmost effort. However, the price was also obvious; after saying those words, the ventilation fan on his chest visibly increased its speed, even emitting a buzzing sound.

"Bozokastie, what's wrong with you?"

Theresa looked at Bozokasti, who was fully armed, with some concern, especially focusing on his neck, which was wrapped in pipes, and the ventilation fan on his chest.

Back when Theresa watched Borocasti leave, as a pure-blooded Wendigo, Borocasti was immune to even Oripathy, the disease most susceptible to the Sarkaz. With proper care, he could easily live for centuries, even millennia. But why, in just over a hundred years, has he become like this?

"Well... it's a long story... I'm so glad to see you again, Your Highness."

Bozokastie's eyes flashed red, as if he wanted to deliberately avoid the question.

"Since Mr. Bozokastie is unwilling to talk about it for the time being, let's not ask about it for now."

Wayne gently pressed Theresa's shoulder and shook his head.

He took out a vial of Oripathy inhibitor that he had specially reserved for Bozokasti from his purse and handed it to the giant in front of him.

“I happen to have one left here. Here, it’s an Oripathy inhibitor. Consider it a small gift for our first meeting. I’m Wayne Bruce. Seeing is believing, Captain Bozocaste!”

This is the second reason why Wayne brought the team.

Wayne had no knowledge of Bozokasti, and carrying an Oripathy inhibitor on his person just to give it to Bozokasti seemed too deliberate and would easily arouse the Patriots' suspicion. Therefore, let's fabricate a reason based on the coincidence of "just one left."

Wayne looked up at the giant before him, who was at least two or three meters tall. Just as he had said, seeing is believing.

Captain Bochokast, Patriot of Ursus, Wendigo of Kazdel, Big Daddy of the Guerrilla, Father of the Yeti.

We've met countless times in another world, fought countless times. I admire your bravery, respect your choices, am awestruck by your strength, and finally earned your approval. But all that is in the past. This time, it's our first real meeting.

Although it sounds arrogant, I still have to say it.

It's my good fortune to have met you before things got really bad.

Bozocasti, I've come to save you! You refuse to succumb to fate, so let's rewrite it together!

No longer puppets of fate, we will become the writers of the book of destiny!

Chapter Four: May I ask who you are, Your Excellency?

Bozokasti glanced at the Oripathy inhibitor in Wayne's hand, his eyes flickering. He looked at Wayne and asked, puzzled:

"you are?"

“He is my husband,” Theresa said readily. “Please accept this gift as a token of my appreciation for an old friend I haven’t seen in a long time. Welcome back to Kazdel, Wendigo, a wanderer in a foreign land.”

"Husband, husband...husband?"

Bozokasti swore that his stumble this time was not due to physical reasons, but must be due to psychological reasons.

Princess Theresa has a husband?

And judging from this, he's not a Sarkaz, he's a Felin.

To be honest, Bozokasti really didn't expect Theresa to get married. In his memory, Theresa was still quite young, wasn't she? Races like the Sarkaz aren't particularly sensitive to time, and if they weren't infected with Oripathy, it would be perfectly normal for them to live for hundreds or even a thousand years, experience life to the fullest, and then choose to get married.

How old is Theresa?

She was so young that almost only one generation of Sarkaz people grew up listening to her legends!

Bozocasti recalled his wedding day, a time when the short-lived races of Terra had already gone through at least three generations. Even then, Bozocasti didn't feel particularly old. Of course, he doesn't feel old now either.

At least by the standards of long-lived species, his marriage age is considered young.

But Theresa.....

When Bozokast heard this news, it was as if he had just returned from a business trip and found out that the girl next door who was in elementary school just a few days ago had gotten married.

This is torture! This is truly unacceptable; such a thing should be punished in prison, not imprisoned!

Bozocas took the inhibitor from Wayne and asked curiously:

"Did you two...hold a ceremony?"

He asked the question with genuine joy; if he could return in time for the feast, that would be an incredible stroke of luck. It had absolutely nothing to do with whether he wanted to attend or not.

When the topic came up, Theresa gave an awkward laugh, and Wayne also gave an apologetic smile.

Although he had already made this declaration to those he knew well, and Wayne showed no sign of backing down, in reality, there was still a long way to go before the proper rituals were performed.

Leaving aside Victoria's side, even considering Theresa's side, her only blood relative, her brother Theresis, given their current relationship, is unlikely to give her face and attend the event. And even if things are settled with Theresis, Wayne will still have to face pressure from Victoria's side.

Historically, there have been British kings who abandoned everything for love; one such king even gave up the throne for Wallis Simpson. However, the pressure he faced was immense—the opposition of the entire nation!

Victoria's acceptance of demons... is undoubtedly much lower than Britain's acceptance of the United States.

Bozokasti seemed to have realized something and shook his head:

"It was my... over-asking."

"No, it's alright, this is my problem. But I swear, once everything is settled and all my goals are achieved, even if I have to leave with nothing, I will hold the grandest ceremony for Theresa."

"Wayne said solemnly," Theresa said, covering her mouth with a smile.

"Don't say such things. Even if you wanted to leave with nothing, would Her Majesty Vina agree?"

Wayne scratched his head. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense?

Given Vina's personality, if he were to make such a suggestion to her, they would probably have to meet again in the basement.

"It seems...you two have...quite a story?"

Bozokasti seemed pleased as well. Princess Theresa had rarely shown a genuine smile since the day he left Kazdel.

She always wore a sorrowful gaze, forcing a forced, insincere smile, always encouraging everyone while bearing immense pressure inside. But now, Theresa's mood was much better.

“I have stories to tell, and I have wine to share. We can sit down and talk. If you’d like,” Wayne said, glancing at Theresa. Theresa nodded slightly, indicating that it was no problem. Wayne continued, “If you’d like, we can also take some time to go back to Kazdel for a visit.”

Theresa possesses an emotional radar, capable of discerning emotions as well as malice and lies, but she did not sense any of these qualities in Bozocasti.

In other words, Bodrakasti poses no threat to Theresia and Wayne. As he said, his return to Kazdel might truly have been merely for the sake of obtaining a protective charm. He had indeed withdrawn from the Ursus Empire's army; otherwise, as a soldier, regardless of Bodrakasti's own wishes, he would have always maintained a certain distance from Theresia and Wayne, and harbored an instinctive hostility due to the conflict between their nations.

"Where is Kazdel now...?"

“Victoria”.

Theresa replied,

"Kazdale is now within the territory of Victoria, and the people of Victoria provided refuge for the Sarkaz. After a thousand years, we have once again embarked on the road back to Tikkaz."

“Tikaz…” Bozokast pondered this unfamiliar yet familiar word, lost in a brief recollection.

A great nation with a homeland, a country, its own civilization, and united together is called the Tikkaz.

A tragic people, scattered and fragmented, with their culture broken and civilization in decline, constantly engaged in war and slaughter among themselves, is called the Sarkaz.

Once upon a time, when the Sarkaz united under Theresa's banner to resist foreign invaders, Bozokasti was one of them, and he felt proud that the Sarkaz of Kazdel were on the path of the Tikkaz.

But soon, the shadow of civil war swept through Kazdel, and the conflict between the Military Council and Theresa intensified. Bozokasti could only leave in disappointment, because Kazdel had already strayed from the right path.

They abandoned their culture, their traditions, everything, in exchange for overwhelming military power that swept across the land. So what? The Nightmare Khan was so powerful that he even destroyed the arrogant Gallic Empire, but in the end, it also collapsed into a mess. As long as Kazdel is still composed of Sarkaz instead of Tikkaz, it will never truly rise to power.

They have no soul, no roots. No matter how big a rootless duckweed is, it will still be tossed about by the waves of history.

This is something Theresis will never understand, and something Theresia understands far too well.

"But as far as I know... the Victorians... aren't... that... friendly?"

Bozokasti expressed his doubts.

Theresa smiled slightly and nudged Wayne beside her with her shoulder. Wayne coughed lightly and added:

"To be honest, I made the decision on this matter. The Oripathy inhibitor you have is also a research product of Victoria Rhein Life Biotechnology Co., Ltd."

"May I ask... who you are, sir?"

“I am Victoria, of the Aslan Royal Family – the Prince of Wales.”

Chapter Five: Overcoming the Pressure of Evil and an Unyielding Will

"The Prince of Wales?"

Bozokasti repeated the title, and although he had no expression, he asked in a rather strange manner:

"But you don't have a king on your face either..."