Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

Because regret is what makes those who have been hurt a joke in comparison to the sins one has committed.

She told herself this and made up her mind, telling herself that she would never regret it.

After a long period of self-examination, Yura finally came to this answer and went to Pantalone to tell the man who was her nominal father her answer.

Yura, watching Pantalone's figure, answered firmly.

“I’m ready, Dad.”

The reply showed no wavering, only unwavering faith and awareness.

Upon receiving this reply, Pantalone's lips curled into a slight smile, and he chuckled softly.

"Is that so? It seems you've made up your mind. Then do as you see fit. As long as you believe what you're doing is right, then... I won't interfere with your will or your decision."

"Thank you, Dad."

Yura, standing at the doorway, pursed her lips and then took a deep look at Pantalone's figure.

Yura then retreated from the doorway and left Pantalone's room.

Only Pantalone's figure remained unchanged in that silent darkness.

Chapter 180 The Eleventh Executive Officer of the Fools, the "Prince" (4k)

It seems to foreshadow the completion of the final piece of the puzzle, symbolized by the falling chess piece, after the Fools have finished their preparations.

Under Pantalone's plan, for Winter, everything else is disregarded.

This also means that Pantalone has completed all the logistical preparations. The logistics and industrial system of the Fools' rear are fully established and operating at full capacity, which has also made all the necessary preparations for the Fools complete.

In a sense, the existence of this event symbolizes another meaning, while also representing that all the preliminary preparations for the great undertaking of the Fools have been almost completely completed.

The completion of preparations also implicitly signifies that the Fools are ready, which sends a signal to all the people in the far-off, frigid North who are about to enter winter.

A grand farce, orchestrated by fools, has quietly been completed and is about to unfold.

Beneath the palace symbolizing supreme authority in the frigid northern lands, within the Winter Palace representing the will of the Ice Queen, an unprecedented grand farce unfolds on the icy hall.

In the solemn halls of the Winter Palace, the eleven executive officers of the Fools, representing the pinnacle of the Winter Kingdom, gather here for the great cause of establishing the sole and unquestionable Empress of the Winter Kingdom, who represents the supreme will.

They symbolize the blades the Ice Queen has hurled at the seven kingdoms of Teyvat, and also the clarion call to war for the seven kingdoms.

The long, melodious song of the fairy maiden echoed in the tranquil winter palace, an ancient melody sung by fools, as if accompanying the foolish games played out on this winter night.

Although there have been times before when so many executives have gathered together, this gathering is unprecedented compared to any of the previous ones.

Every executive was acutely aware of the profound impact this gathering would have on the entire Fools and the Winter's End Kingdom.

Or perhaps the icy storm brewing from this gathering is about to announce its existence and authority to the other six nations.

However, today's gathering of executives is slightly different from the past, except for "Clown," the leader of the Fatui executives and the commander of the Fatui.

The meeting of executives was chaired by Pantalone, who was in charge of managing the logistics and resources of the Fools and was considered a "rich man".

Standing on the stage where the executives present stood, like a theatrical stage bathed in the cold light of spotlights, Pantalone stood before the gazes of his many colleagues.

With a smile on his face, Pantalone, leaning on a cane, looked at his many colleagues and took the lead in opening remarks, thus setting the stage for the gathering.

"As a long-awaited reunion, our gathering today is for Her Majesty the Empress and the great cause of resisting 'the laws of nature.' Now is the time to sow the seeds and reap the fruits of our labor. I also believe that my good companions share the same vision as me."

"As one of the organizers of this gathering, I would like to take this opportunity to report and follow up with my colleagues, sharing information about the current situation we have. This is also for the better execution of our Fools' plan."

As Pantalone made his remarks, "Rooster" Puccinira, Pantalone's chief political partner and executive officer, was also speaking.

Although he and Pantalone were political rivals, their relationship as fellow executors of the Fools was different from the personal conflicts between executors.

In this respect, he did not place personal grudges before their roles as executives.

Moreover, after what Pantalone had given him in the past, that little bit of grudge was no big deal.

The short, old man, gently stroking his pure white beard, also lightly pushed up his glasses, agreeing with Pantalone's words.

"That is only right. Everything is for Her Majesty the Empress's great cause and for our common vision. Now that the reforms for winter are ready, it is time to prepare for the final foolish act and use our own hands to rewrite the laws of 'natural law' on this continent."

"Although I am mostly uninterested in you wealthy businessmen and politicians who are hiding in the depths of winter, I will at least agree with you on this point for the time being."

The answer that followed was the crisp sound of footsteps coming from the darkness in another corner.

The tall woman with short, black and white hair, adorned with a black and red corsage, stepped out of the darkness and into the cold light of the winter night, revealing her exquisite beauty in the illumination.

With a soft chuckle, the executive officer named "Servant" Arecino turned her gaze to Pantalone before shifting it to the tall woman beside her.

The woman with a proud chest and extravagantly long hair was one of the few female executives among the ranks. She was an executive known as "Lady," who once held the alternate name of the Flame Witch.

With her hands clasped to her chest, the "lady" glanced at Arecino and offered her opinion and evaluation in a calm tone.

“It is our duty to share the Queen’s burdens, which goes without saying. After preparing for so long, it is indeed time to spread our authority to the other six kingdoms.”

"I'm easygoing. As long as it's something that makes me want to fight, I'll fight to the bitter end, no matter what it is."

Among the many executives, the newly promoted executive known as "Prince" Dartalia was an anomaly. He glanced at his other colleagues and calmly expressed his thoughts.

Among the Fools' Enforcers, the other Enforcers each have their own unique personalities. While such an outlier might seem somewhat incongruous, no one seems to care.

However, the delicate girl sitting on the giant puppet's hand, looking like a "puppet," glanced at it, and Pantalone, who had brought up the topic, then let out a sneer.