People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

You're just a snow leopard. Can you understand the Sarkaz's millennia of suffering? Can you bear the responsibility for the future of this race? You're not even a Sarkaz. Don't make promises you can't keep!

But regardless, the facts were already laid bare before him.

The World Summit was established, and Sarkaz's search group, sHu Group: Bar Liu《Si☆→Dell, was approved for establishment. The last obstacle in Sarkaz's way turned out to be himself.

How unfair!

"what--"

Therese sighed at the injustice, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.

He raised his head, looked at his sister who was silently listening, silently feeling, and silently sharing his burdens, and spoke firmly:

"Theresia, didn't you want to go to the World Summit?"

“Go, before people know you. Before you show your face with me in Londinium, before the Dukes’ coalition.”

"And what about you?" Theresa frowned slightly.

“I will stand guard until the very end,” Therese said slowly, her gaze sweeping over the soldiers patrolling the street. “With them.”

“They were brought to Lontinim by me, they carry out my will, they trust my ideals, they are me. And the name of me and the Kazdel Military Council has now become synonymous with Sarkaz extremists—”

He didn't look at Theresa, but instead asked an incredibly pointed question.

"Do you think the newly formed Kazdel can accept me and them?"

""

Theresa wanted to answer "yes," but she knew that such comforting words would mean nothing to Theresa.

None of them are fools; they all understand the principle—destroy something to create a ladder.

Ernst Shivaesh used the World Summit to create a ladder for the Sarkaz. Behind the seemingly mutually beneficial situation, was no one really hurt?

Of course not.

The World Summit is a place to cut the cake, and the ingredients for making the cake were already made clear by the Shapeshifter when imitating Islam Witt.

[Sarkaz extremists].

They are the ones who will be destroyed, nothing more.

This was a necessary sacrifice, cruel indeed. Theresis 2 and the Kazdel Military Committee were not even given a chance to defend themselves or appeal before their fates were brutally decided at a meeting where they were neither notified nor invited.

But that's politics.

Therese didn't see anything wrong with it; the day he decided to turn against them and take over Lentinium, he was already prepared for the current situation.

Ernst wouldn't see any problem with that either. He had to prioritize the interests of Sherag, then the interests of the World Summit, and then the interests of the Sarkaz. He wasn't a saint; how could he love everyone? Besides, Theresis had almost threatened his life back then!

Even someone as kind as Theresa wouldn't see anything wrong with this. After all, she wasn't a child anymore. As the Speaker of Babel, a member of the Kazdel civil war, and someone who had already died once, she knew better than anyone that today's outcome was hard-won. The sacrifices and destruction were not Ernst's fault. If she had to get to the bottom of it, she would have to go find the ancestors and cause trouble for the souls!

"Don't look so sad."

Therese's voice turned colder, and he adopted the demeanor of an elder brother, rather than a regent or general, a manner he hadn't displayed in a long time. It seemed as if he were reminding Theresa, and also as if he were reminding himself:

"You still have things to do, now is not the time to put on that face and slack off."

“My agreement to let you go to the World Summit is not a farewell. My journey is not over yet. Even if Ernst gets the opportunity, what then? Hope must always be in your own hands to be safe.”

He is not the kind of weak person.

In a way, he, Theresa, Ernst, and Ensiodis are the same kind of people.

They are all men of unwavering resolve, who will not abandon their path just because one side has made greater progress or seen the light of victory. They are the most sportsmanlike marathon runners, who will persevere and try to finish the race even when their opponents have reached the finish line.

Ernst secured a land opportunity for Sarkaz to establish a continental state through the 18-nation summit. This was the greatest progress Sarkaz had made in 40,000 years. If time could be accelerated, perhaps a hundred years from now, people would call this conference "the beginning of an era of hope" and this resolution "the symbol of an era of reconciliation."

But this is only a "maybe"!

Perhaps it won't even take a hundred years; in ten years, Terra will have changed.

Perhaps the Victorian Empire, having finally ended its long period of decline, failed to usher in a new dawn of revival and thus inevitably headed towards disintegration. Therefore, the International Summit lost a pillar and became shaky.

Or perhaps the Ursus rebellion on the tundra had finally ended, and the newly enthroned emperor had once again launched an expansionist policy, which completely disrupted the normal operation of the World Summit.

Perhaps the sea monsters in the deep ocean and the demons in the endless ice plains have finally gathered enough power to break through human defenses and launch an attack on the entire Terra!

Perhaps a hundred years from now, Terra will be gone.

There are many possibilities, and There are many possibilities. There is no way that Theresis will put all his eggs in one basket and rely on Ernst.

He has struggled to this day not to place his hopes on any one person. He dared to make deals with evil spirits and question the Creator. How could he not have the courage to finish his own path?

Even though the gap between the two sides is huge, and the diplomatic environment, political foundation, and even military strength are extremely "unfair," he still has to fight to make sure his efforts don't become a joke.

Now, it's just that there's one more goal to strive for.

Previously, he had only one goal—to take the trusting Sarkaz and snatch a glimmer of hope from the Creator for their Kazdel (homeland).

However, the main objective remains unchanged; only an "if" has been added.

If we fail, we will fight to the very last moment, with all the Sarkaz who trust us.

Not a single one left!

They are the undead of the old era, and the Kazdel of the new era cannot tolerate demons like them.

So, feel free to boldly display the terror of the Sarkaz, who have nowhere to go, to this land, and then hand over the key stolen from the Creator—"Anana"—to the Firelinker.

The one who passes on the torch will take "Anana" to the place where the torch once burned, offering respect, love, and goodwill from the old era to the Sarkaz there, to the Kazdel, and to all those who worked for them.

Therese patted Theresa on the shoulder.

He didn't need to remind Theresa of the agreement again; Theresa had already nodded in understanding.

In this world, she is the only person who can make Therese completely trust her.

She is the one who passed on the torch.

"Then I'll set off tomorrow to visit the World Summit?"

Theresa's eyes sparkled as she asked expectantly.

Therese's cheeks twitched, the emotions he had been building up vanished in an instant. He sniffed, stubbornly turned his head away, and his voice was somewhat muffled and weak:

"Can I possibly stop you?"

Chapter 583 Amiya: Our journey together is still long

[A message arrived from a fallen leaf: In that faraway land, the snowy kingdom of Kjerag, the All-Union Summit recognized Kazdel's legitimacy as a nation. The Sarkaz will now have a true, undisturbed home.]

On the bow deck of the Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit leaned against the railing. She rarely drank alcohol except on social occasions, but today she poured herself a glass of red wine, which was quite unusual for her.

The congratulatory words were written in the letter and a messenger was sent ahead to Ernst. As for Sherag's victory banquet, she probably wouldn't be able to make it. Drinking alone under the cold light of the twin moons was a way for her to feel a sense of participation.

After all, she could be considered a contributor, right?

Ernst's initial understanding of the Sarkaz was basically all thanks to her popular science explanations. Although it might seem like he was taking credit for her, his interest in the Sarkaz and even his attempts to help them were undoubtedly influenced by Kal'tsit.

Even Kal'tsit, the cat-loving king of carrion, felt a pang of sadness at the thought of the resolutions made at the World Summit.

All those "hohs," all those crashes, all that anxiety—it wasn't all for nothing.

When Ernst was collecting Sarkaz illustrations, Kal'tsit considered more than once whether to intervene militarily and force Ernst to stop this dangerous activity.

But she didn't do it in the end, not because she changed her nature, but because she couldn't beat them.

In retrospect, it's fortunate she didn't do that. She was quite lucky; Ernst's dangerous act of collecting Sarkaz wasn't intended to incite hatred or war, and this seemingly suicidal act certainly didn't result in her self-immolation.

He used the Sarkaz for good, enabling them to contribute to the development of Seraphim, and thus forged good cooperative relationships with many Sarkaz, which gave Kal'tsit a glimmer of hope.

And she gambled on that sliver of hope for "reconciliation," and she did indeed gamble correctly.

She raised her glass and toasted Shuangyue from afar, which, by a reckoning, was also a toast to Ernst. She took a small sip of the fine wine, savoring the mellow liquid as it slid down her throat and into her stomach, before letting out a long sigh of relief.

A rare moment of relaxation, a rare moment of enjoyment, a rare moment of leisure.

So much so that she momentarily ignored the footsteps behind her.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you're here."

Amiya appeared behind her without her noticing and called out softly.

Kal'tsit snapped out of her daze, turned around, looked at the little Katarina girl in front of her, a slight smile on her lips, and reached out to pat her head.

Amiya wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Kal'tsit was in a good mood, and her behavior was much gentler as a result.

However, she could roughly guess some of the causes and consequences. After all, Rhodes Island was in complete chaos right now.

“Dr. Kal'tsit.” Amiya nuzzled Kal'tsit’s hand.

5. Kal'tsit then realized her mistake, withdrew her right hand, coughed lightly, and resumed her usual dignified and serious expression:

"What's wrong, Amiya?"

"Mr. Logos asked me to call you over."

6 Amiya said,

"Many Sarkaz operators on Rhodes Island were very excited after the news of the World Summit came."

4. Kal'tsit nodded:

"Let them get excited; after all, this is the biggest breakthrough in thousands of years."

2 But Amiya hesitated for a moment and gave a wry smile:

"But"

"But what?"

"But Dr. Kal'tsit, didn't you feel it?"

Amiya pointed to Rhodes Island beneath her feet.

"Our speed is increasing."

Kal'tsit was taken aback, then immediately realized what had happened.

The Sarkaz on Rhodes Island were all excited, including Goliath, the Sarkaz hero who worked in the boiler room on the lower level and wished to remain anonymous.

He got excited, so he added Originium fuel faster, and Rhodes Island's speed also increased.

What will happen if Rhodes Island moves faster?

Kal'tsit remembered the huge ticket she received for speeding last time!

This caused her to lose all the money she earned from taking orders in Longmen, and she even had to pay out of her own pocket!

Although there aren't as many national border crossings on the way back to Kjerag from Victoria, the toll for travel between the Grand Duchys is no less than that for traveling abroad.

If Ernst hadn't given Rhodes Island a lot of orders after that, Rhodes Island would have not only failed to make a single penny on that business trip, but would have also lost a lot of money.

Kelsey felt embarrassed that, at such a joyous juncture as the Sarkaz draft was passed, the first thing he should do upon returning to Shelag was to ask Ernst for another "gift."

"Make him stop!"

Kal'tsit's voice rose several octaves, emitting a startled scream as she dashed off the deck.

Amiya was left standing alone on the deck, watching her departing figure with a gentle smile on her face.

"Success?"

Crimson smoke appeared beside Amiya under the cover of night, and Ascalon's figure emerged from the smoke.

Amiya nodded:

"Dr. Kal'tsit has gone down."

Ascaron nodded:

"Logos and the others are already waiting for her downstairs. Once she comes down, the celebration party can officially begin."

As she spoke, she glanced at Amiya and couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Amiya is indeed a good girl, and it's no wonder that Princess Theresa chose her in the first place.

In fact, many of the Babel Tower veterans who chose to stay on Rhodes Island, including Ascalon, once believed that Amiya's status as the Demon King's successor was the only option Princess Theresa had in a time of crisis.

After all, passing on the Demon King's black crown to a different race, especially a short-lived child who is only ten years old and whose hair hasn't even fully grown in yet, is indeed a bit unbelievable.

But unlike the Sarkaz who wanted to take Amiya back to Kazdel, they insisted that even if it was a choice made out of necessity, it was Princess Theresa's will. Since she had made the decision that "even if the crown is given to a child like Amiya, it cannot be returned to the Sarkaz of Kazdel," they would defend that decision.

Even though many of his companions called it incurable blind loyalty.

When that bloody internal purge ended and Babel was reorganized into Rhodes Island, Ascalon gradually realized that Amiya was not a purely "choice of necessity".