Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The patrons in the tavern started chatting: "My goodness, we never expected that someone as talented as number 1886 would come from our tavern!"

How powerful are grandmasters?

"Isn't that amazing?"

"So this place is also the hometown of world-renowned celebrities?"

It was an honor to be a part of it, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the tavern.

These are celebrities who seem unapproachable.

Feilian suddenly felt that he and Anran were from completely different worlds, too far apart.

What do you mean by "good development"? He's a great figure who inspires awe just by hearing about his experiences.

I don't even really want to bring it up anymore.

—I know An Ran.

—Do you know Anran?

—We worked together at Jiuge.

—Wow, that's a huge difference.

--I……

This is a story that evokes many emotions.

The news broadcast continued, but Fei Lian and Lü Changming had lost their appetite for drinking. Everyone was just watching for fun. Although they had mixed feelings while gazing at the blue sky, Fei Lian never expected that he would be taken in for questioning because of this.

The day after the news aired, a group of cold-faced people came to their door and took Feilian and Anna away.

They were taken to a secluded room in Shuangyue City and questioned separately. The questioning focused on An Ran. After being released, Fei Lian saw a somewhat disheveled Lü Changming.

You didn't say that, did you?

Lü Changming shook his head.

Fei Lian breathed a sigh of relief. Although he thought Lü Changming wouldn't say, he still wanted to confirm.

Something's not right here. The people who came to question me were sent by Night Owl. Why are they suddenly paying attention to An Ran?

With a grave expression, Fei Lian led Anna away from Twin Moon City, sensing that a storm was about to break out, and that the area it would cover would be far beyond what was imagined.

……

At the Night Owl Intelligence Department's headquarters in the Chu Liang Star District, Nadia, who had only recently been promoted to Director of the Special Operations Bureau of the Intelligence Department, was summoned to the minister's presence.

Five minutes had passed, but the minister hadn't said a word, only staring at Nadia with a calm, expressionless gaze.

This put Nadia under tremendous mental pressure.

He roughly understood the reason. Recently, there had been reports about Enron everywhere, and within the intelligence department, he had always advocated cooperating with Enron to deal with the Empire.

He could easily transform himself into the Chief of the Imperial Guard and save the collapsing empire.

Who the hell could have guessed that!

Nadia wailed inwardly.

"I have an investigation task assigned to you this time."

The minister finally spoke and pushed a document in front of Nadia.

"This is……"

Nadia opened the file and flipped through it. It was an order personally issued by the Night Owl's senior management, requiring him to investigate An Ran's affairs on 1886.

"This matter involves Lord Godwin's family. Do you understand how important this is?" the minister warned.

Nadia nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."

His face was bitter, which didn't look like a good thing. He was only forced into this situation because he had been in contact with An Ran before.

On one side are the high-ranking members of Night Owl, and on the other is An Ran, who can go toe-to-toe with the Ancient God.

"Why am I so unlucky!"

Nadia embarked on her journey to 1886 with a long face.

……

Despite the constant rumors circulating outside, the empire's internal restructuring efforts have never ceased.

The crisis had just passed, and now was the busiest time. At this moment, Anran, carrying the orders issued by Orina, arrived at the Royal Knights' temporary base amidst the war.

There are some things that need to be resolved.

Chapter 01 Yes, I see the source of the storm.

Inside the grand hall, which resembled a cathedral, a guard wearing a triangular hat nervously watched the "girl" in the distance.

She had been inside for almost five minutes, and ever since entering the main hall, she had been looking up at the statue of the Sword of Loyalty and Courage in the center of the hall.

At first glance, they looked like tourists who had come to admire the glorious deeds of the Royal Knights, but once the guards thought about the "girl's" identity, they found it hard to remain calm.

Why hasn't anyone arrived yet?

He looked back at the side door of the main hall, where there was no one, only the small bells hanging there jingling softly in the breeze.

"In the year 7330 of the Imperial Era, Emperor Claude II of the Empire granted special permission to establish the Templar Knights' organization."

The majestic statue's base is covered with densely packed small characters recording the glorious past of the Royal Knights.

Subtracting 7330 from 8107, the Templars have existed for 777 years. Even in this interstellar age, 777 years is a long time.

And on this very day, the history of the Knights Templar will come to an end.

As its superior body, the Royal Knights' thousand-year history will also come to an end here.

An Ran came with an irresistible will.

Even without the "Shame of the Temple" mission, Anran would never have allowed the Royal Knights to continue existing.

An Ran's belly can't hold a boat!

She had no intention of ruling a country, so she didn't need to pursue a reputation for benevolence and righteousness; it was enough for her to show her strong and decisive side.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The bell suddenly rang more rapidly, and An Ran had already noticed the movement behind her.

The three men who approached were the Royal Knights who had been temporarily appointed to manage the order after Ronald's disappearance and sudden death. The elderly man with graying temples at the front was the first-ranked vice-commander, Belgoso. Although his strength was no longer at its peak, his personal prestige remained undiminished, making him the most suitable person to receive An Ran.

"Commander-in-Chief, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Bergso, with his slightly hunched back and aged appearance, did indeed seem somewhat forlorn for a moment.

Before leaving, Bergeso had a premonition that this meeting would not be a good thing, after all, the person who came was An Ran!

The feud between her and the Royal Knights could fill a book, and not long ago the Grand Master arrested her and imprisoned her for several months. Now she has transformed herself into the savior of the empire, while the backbone of the Royal Knights has been completely broken in the turmoil. The two sides are no longer on the same level.

However, Belgoso couldn't think of a solution for the time being, and after discussing it for a while, he could only try to lower his stance as much as possible.

An Ran ignored Belgesso's expression, took out a black crystal the size of a fingernail, and said bluntly, "I'm here to deliver Her Majesty the Queen's internal decision."

Bergeso's ears twitched slightly, and he bent over even deeper.

He forced a smile and asked, "I wonder what new decree Her Majesty the Empress has?"

"You'll understand once you see it for yourselves."

An Ran casually tossed the black crystal over.

Bergso carefully received the recording stone used by the Imperial Family to transmit orders, and said with a fawning smile, "I'm sorry to trouble the Chief of the Guards to make this special trip."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all, take your time looking at it."

An Ran smiled happily.

Seeing her former insurmountable enemy smiling humbly at her filled her with immense joy.

An Ran never hides this little hobby of hers; otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to make a special trip. Her life is just that simple, dull, and boring.

Belgoso opened the crystal, and Anran kept staring at his face.

Watching the smile he had managed to force on his face gradually disappear, watching his face furrow deeply, watching the lines between his brows deepen, watching the anger ignite in Bergesso's eyes, watching Bergesso suddenly let out a long sigh, all his perseverance turned into an irretrievable river, and in an instant he aged more than ten years, his body losing all its luster.

With trembling hands, Bergso raised the black crystal, his voice hoarse: "Is this... truly Her Majesty the Empress's decree?"

The sound was incredibly heavy.

Bergeso could not help but feel dejected.

The Royal Knights were disbanded, and their personnel were reorganized into the Royal Guard.

This was not a simple reorganization, but a complete denial of the meaning that the Empire had given to the Royal Knights, sweeping away even the most glorious history into the dust.

From then on, the Royal Knights were no longer an exception.

It's completely over.

The glorious organization, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was broken in their hands.

This blow is no less than the collapse of faith; it destroys not just a momentary integrity, but the very creed of one's life.

“I think you all already have the answer in your hearts,” An Ran said calmly.

I don't want to know the answer in my heart; I want your answers!

Belgoso's face turned red with excitement, and he rushed up to An Ran as if grabbing her hand to question her.

His hand missed its target and landed on the base of the statue.

Belguso stared blankly at the towering Sword of Loyalty, completely ignoring An Ran's appearance as she emerged from the void.

The Sword of Loyalty and Courage embodies the spirit of royal knights. It was a "holy" sword personally forged by the emperor when the knightly order was first established.

Although it was merely a master sword, long since incapable of bearing the heavy responsibility of slaying enemies and achieving victory, the loyal and valiant sword had always silently supported every royal knight, no matter how many storms the empire had weathered.

"Cough cough cough..."

Belgosso clutched his chest and coughed violently.

"Grandmaster Belgesso!"