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　Academi - Three hours until the White Angel lands in New Garo

　"understood."

　The mark of the Tree of Life on the back of Alice's hand faded, and she immediately stood up from the documents and pushed open the office door.

　Alice took a carriage to Maple Leaf Palace and went directly to the door of Congressman Johnson's office.

　Councillor Johnson was once the largest steam airship supplier in the city and had a very extensive business in the continent of Vesta.

　He was once a member of the old White Tower Council. When the Imperials invaded, he was turned into a sand statue, and because of this, he was missing a hand after being restored.

　After the war, he donated all his property to build the academy, and thus gained a seat in the New White Tower Parliament.

　Now, all the steam airships deployed by the Academy in the archipelago are managed by him. If you want to send an airship to New Garo to rescue people, you have to go through his channels.

　Alice knocked on the door, and soon a voice said "Come in".

　She pushed open the door, only to run into an acquaintance head-on—

　—Ophelia Thain.

　The head of Section 2 nodded at Alice, brushed past her, and left.

　Behind his desk, Councilman Johnson rubbed his forehead, looking distressed.

　"Good day, Your Excellency the Bishop." He stood up and bowed slightly to Alice.

　"No need to salute. Immediately launch all the steam airships in the archipelago and anchor them near New Garo from the direction of Winter County. We need to evacuate the refugees." Alice said quickly.

　"no problem."

　After Congressman Johnson finished speaking, he picked up the rotary phone on the table, quickly dialed a few numbers, and began to give orders.

　Five minutes later, he raised his head and nodded to Alice:

　"They've all taken off."

　"Thank you for your hard work," Alice nodded, then changed the subject, "What did Ophelia want to talk to you about?"

　"Ms. Sean?" Johnson said bitterly. "Alas... I don't know if I should tell you this..."

　"Speak," Alice sat down opposite him, "in the name of Shikoti Amra."

　Hearing Xingmo's name, Johnson immediately obeyed

　He nodded and said:

　"She's using the name of the Second Division of the Extraordinary Department to requisition all steam-powered airships and demand that I surrender control... I naturally can't agree to such a thing. After all, the steam-powered airships are currently the common property of the White Tower Council, and they require a quick response in wartime..."

　Control? Alice frowned.

　"Did she give a reason?"

　"She believes that all resources should be relatively centralized, and the Extraordinary Department is well-suited to this role," Johnson shook his head. "But... well, you should understand what I mean. If the Extraordinary Department has a need, we will naturally respond immediately, but control..."

　"Your concern is not a problem." Alice stood up.

　Why would Ophelia Thane suddenly want to take control of the steamship?

　No, that's not the case. Steam airships are not an important resource. There is no reason for her to talk to a White Tower councilor about these things just for steam airships.

　If she has talked to one person, she has probably talked to many people.

　If you've paid attention to steam airships, you've probably paid attention to other things.

　And she, Ophelia Thain, is the granddaughter of Roberts Thain and the descendant of the former archbishop.

　How many people have the courage to reject her?

　"Good day, Councillor Johnson."

　Alice stood up and left Johnson's office.

　After going out, Alice went directly to the White Tower and entered the office of Section 2 of the Extraordinary Department.

　The number of people in Section Two of the Extraordinary Department is far greater than that in Section One, so the office environment is naturally bustling with people coming and going, and the different hair colors dazzled Alice.

　Among the crowd, Alice quickly found Ophelia.

　She was sitting at a desk at the end of the hall, typing something on her typewriter with a serious look on her face.

　Alice walked over to her and tapped the table lightly.

　"Ophelia."

　Ophelia raised her head, exchanged glances with Alice, and said coldly:

　"What's up?"

　"You're trying to centralize power. Why?" Alice didn't try to be subtle.

　Ophelia pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of documents and handed it to Alice:

　"See for yourself."

　Alice took the paper and looked at the first line:

　"Regarding the feasibility and terms of cooperation of the Extraordinary Department taking over military power during wartime."

　Her eyes quickly scanned the lines of text, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

　"You mean, you think those congressmen are unreliable, so you want to centralize military power?" Alice looked up.

　The report was very sharp, directly using the activities of Isabella Ducep and Martin to criticize these congressmen, pointing out their unreliability due to their desire for power, and demanding that they hand over their power.

　Too sharp.

　"You think it's inappropriate?" Ophelia was very rude.

　"Whether it's appropriate or not, this kind of thing should be discussed in the White Tower Council, rather than using your personal power to force someone privately," Alice said.

　"Discuss?" Ophelia scoffed. "And then watch those council members self-righteously talk a bunch of things, and then start voting? At this point, we don't have time to waste on such things. We need speed, the more efficient the better."

　"You should at least ask the head of the department, right?" Alice said.

　"I asked, of course..." Ophelia closed her eyes, "She disagreed."

　"You want me to be the king?" The voice of Saint Shikoti Amura seemed to be still there.

　"She is in charge of the frontline and has no time to manage the rear, so someone needs to step up in the rear."

　Ophelia was very determined.

　"Your Excellency, I'm afraid it's not your turn to interfere in this matter. This is the internal affairs of the Extraordinary Ministry."

　"I am the bishop of the Xinghai Church and a member of the White Tower Council. Are you sure I have no right to question you?" Alice frowned.

　"Don't forget my identity. I'm Ophelia Sean," Ophelia said, showing no sign of backing down. "In terms of status, I have far more confidants in the church than you do. Or do you not realize that no one in the Xinghai Church takes your words seriously anymore?"

　Very sharp and merciless.

　Alice had no intention of arguing. Being emotional was childish behavior and wouldn't solve anything.

　"I will submit this matter to Parliament," Alice said.

　"It's up to you, but please be careful," Ophelia said. "What we need is centralized power, not letting those council members play tricks. Please understand the current situation."

　After saying that, she returned her gaze to the documents.

　Alice turned and left Section 2's office. As she walked out, she ran into the pastor who had attended the council.

　"Hello, Bishop." The priest asked with a smile.

　"Hello."

　Alice was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the high-ranking pastor leaving surrounded by the crowd.

　At this moment, she suddenly realized something.

　I don't even know the pastor's name.

　And he is already able to represent the church and sit on the New White Tower Council.

　New Galo - Two hours and thirty minutes until the White Angel lands in New Galo

　"get ready."

　Tolum was holding a golden sword and hiding in the grass on the outskirts of the city with the soldiers.

　Not far away, a small team of imperial soldiers was guarding the city gate, in a trance.

　Before the Angels landed, Tolum's final mission was simple - to clear an area for the allies to land and thus evacuate the people of New Garo.

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　Beside Lum, Arya was rubbing the steel blade on her arm, and the scales of the armor opened and closed on her body.

　"I can deal with them directly." Alia said to Tolum.

　"No...at least give me a chance..."

　Tolum shook his head, his head still dizzy.

　"If we can persuade them to surrender, more people will survive."

　Looking at Tolum, Alia's eyes became much deeper.

　"If you do this, you will become a traitor to the empire. Do you understand this?" she asked.

　Tolum covered his forehead and nodded slightly.

　"I am a soldier of the Empire. What I want to do is to ensure that even one more Imperial citizen survives."

　"Yeah." Aliya closed her eyes.

　She thought back to the capital of the dark elves, the city that was about to be destroyed by the golden disaster.

　"I'll help you hold on, go ahead," said Alia.

　"it is good."

　Tolum glanced at Arya gratefully, then stood up and walked towards the guards at the city gate.

　Seeing him appear, several soldiers almost immediately stretched out their spears forward.

　"do not move!"

　"I'm Tolum! Remember me, Amran?" Tolum raised his hands. "You're the captain now! Don't get so excited! Put your weapon down and talk, man."

　"I know you're Tolum! That's why you can't put down your weapon!"

　The captain, named Amran, was determined.

　"You are a traitor!"

　"I'm not a traitor, brother. You've served under me and defended this city for so long. Don't you know what I'm like?" Tolum shook his head. "The allies sent by Doctor Jadeti will soon land here to evacuate the residents of Singara. You know our city can't withstand this disaster. Please help us."

　"Doctor Jadeti? Citadel people? You mean those Citadel people who brought disaster to New Garo?" Amran sneered, "Tolum, your brain has been corrupted by them!"

　"Do you want to watch our people being slaughtered like this?" Tolum pointed to the city behind him.

　"Even if the Golden People die, they will die in battle!" Amran shouted. "It wasn't mercy or stupidity that got us out of the desert! You taught me! Form a line!"

　The spear emitted a row of golden lights in the rain, which was the afterglow of the sun.

　Tolum closed his eyes, feeling the rain running down his cheeks, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

　"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath.

　Fighting swords with his compatriots, he never thought he would end up like this.

　He did not have complete trust in the people on the other side of the sea, but for the sake of the people of Singara, he had to take a gamble.

　Even if the probability is so small that it's suffocating.

　"Om-"

　The golden dagger given by Miss Jiedeti was drawn out, dyeing the rain curtain with a faint golden light.

　Tolum waved his hand, and his soldiers immediately gathered behind him, staring at the opposite side fiercely.

　"Amran! There's no need for us to fight with swords!" Tolum shouted.

　"Charge!" Amran gave the order.

　The defenders rushed towards Tolum, who waved his hand weakly, signaling the army behind him to charge.

　In an instant, two bronze waves collided with each other. Their uniforms were the same, their armor was the same, and their blood was the same.