People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Tracy said:

“Kal'tsit, I’ve known for a long time that you have intricate connections with the ancient civilization. After all, it was you who released the evil spirit and introduced it to Theresia.”

"A sage over 30,000 years old, a traveler who has wandered the earth, a strategist by the Demon King's side—which one is the real you? What is your true purpose?"

Kelsey shook her head.

Wasn't she asking Theresis a question? How did the conversation suddenly turn into her being questioned?

"Unless you tell me why you're here."

"I have come here to witness the truth."

Therese answered crisply and clearly.

This made Kal'tsit somewhat embarrassed.

When you ask me questions, I avoid answering; when I ask you questions, you answer them readily, making me seem a bit petty.

The answer "witness the truth" is vague, but it is still an answer.

She didn't know how much Theresis knew, but based on her understanding of Precys, he probably knew everything by now.

Kal'tsit couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you feel anything? About the truth of Terra?"

"No."

Therese shook her head and sheathed her sword.

“Precys said we are bacteria that grew by chance in an unattended petri dish.”

"But we also have hope."

"We are life forms born from the unexpected contact between Originium information and the outside world, but we also represent a possibility of Originium evolution. Before we reach our doom, even she cannot prove that our existence is necessarily worthless."

"Moreover, we have already accomplished many things beyond her expectations with our strength."

Therese smiled slightly.

Doctor, Ernst, and Trevor Friston, the Preservator who should have been an observer, and Priestess Precyth, who appeared because of Ernst's presence.

With more external factors involved, who can say for sure that this unintentionally mixed medicine won't be a life-saving remedy?

Precys did indeed use the word "unexpected" to describe Terra, expressing her disregard.

But no one can say for sure whether an accident or tomorrow will come first. An accident is never a bad word, is it?

It's at least not an "accident".

Kal'tsit remained silent for a moment.

She never imagined that one day she would be unable to win an argument with Theresis.

Of course, it's possible that because she experienced so many amazing things in such a short period of time, her brain short-circuited and crashed.

After a moment, Kal'tsit asked again:

"Will you still go out?"

"meeting."

Therese nodded.

“I promised Ernst that I would go to trial and die.”

Kal'tsit: "Taking responsibility for the Sarkaz?"

Therese: "I take responsibility for my own actions."

Kal'tsit remained silent.

Therese was a man of his word; he almost never broke a promise, except to her sister.

Therefore, when he said he would take responsibility for his actions, Kal'tsit believed him.

Besides, he can't run away now, can he? He's already come this far; even if he wanted to back out, it's too late.

From now on, she no longer needs to worry that a young Sarkaz swordsman will break through thousands of troops alone, rush into the central command tent, and take her head amidst the chaos of battle.

That's a really good thing.

4 Kal'tsit suppressed all her questions, turned around, and continued walking toward the half-open door to the inner room of the laboratory.

"Kelsey."

Therese suddenly spoke up and called out to her.

Kal'tsit stopped walking, without turning around.

Three. Therese's voice was calm, as if he were narrating something unrelated to him:

“I asked Precys, and now, the time outside is December 31, 1095. The last day of 1095.”

“Theresia is still alive. She will lead Ananna and Manfred to cooperate with Ernst. Ernst and I have already reached an agreement. Although we have never had any specific communication, my acquaintance with him has a long history.”

"It looks like my trial will be postponed until after the new year. I didn't intend to drag these follow-ups into the new year, but things don't always go as planned. I'm used to it."

"Theresa cannot come to my trial, and I can no longer see her."

"So, after you get out, do me a favor."

"After midnight, say to her: Happy New Year."

Kelsey nodded:

"Should we tell her it was you who said it?"

"No need."

Therese shook her head, a wry smile on her face.

In his life, he was true to Sarkaz, true to his subordinates, and true to the ideals they shared; the only person he failed was her.

He betrayed his promise to protect, murdered his last remaining family member, and resurrected the dead Demon King.

In every single instance, he betrayed Theresa for the sake of Sarkaz.

Theresa was a gentle person, and she still remembered him as her brother. If it were to be mentioned that these were Theresa's last words, it would inevitably make her feel a little heartbroken at this New Year's time.

So, I've already done what I was sorry for, so there's no need to say sorry again.

Chapter 882 The First Day of 1096

It's another morning.

The sky over Lentinium was clear and blue, and the smoke of war that had enveloped the city had finally dissipated. Today, Lentinium looked as if it had been completely renewed.

Ernst reached out and tore off the last page of the 1095 calendar on Rhodes Island, then hung up a 1096 calendar.

Today is January 1, 1096 in the Terran calendar. Terra will remember this day.

The Universal Summit document S/1095/1, entitled "Solutions to the Many Historical Issues of the Sarkaz," officially comes into effect today.

Kazdelnia, as a recognized normal nation on Terra, enjoys the sovereign treatment of a normal nation and is qualified to participate in any international organization and international activities. It can also attend international summits, participate in voting, and decide the fate of Terran civilization.

The representative of the Kazdelnia International Summit is tentatively named Fremont, a scribe of the Lich race and a member of the Kazdelnia Government Committee.

The Victorian Special Military Operation Londinium has officially concluded. The Victorian Flying Group, at the cost of two Grand Dukes' deaths, has completely eradicated the Sarkaz extremist terrorist organization—the Kazdel Military Council. Its leader, Theresis, is currently at large. Victoria has submitted an application to the International Summit, and an international arrest warrant will be issued in various countries. Anyone providing intelligence on Theresis, capturing Theresis, or killing Theresis will receive varying levels of bounty from Victoria.

Victoria formally recaptured its capital, Lentinium, and the Grand Dukes officially signed the Convention of Lentinium and the Convention of Tara outside the city. These two conventions defined the political landscape of Victoria for the next century.

As the largest city in Terra, Londinium will establish a Citizens' Self-Government Council, with Talulah Atrias serving as its supreme leader. The Grand Duke will not directly interfere in Londinium's affairs. Simultaneously, the Grand Duke will reorganize the Victorian Imperial Parliament in Londinium as the highest authority in Victoria, and will send representatives to reside there. The Londinium Self-Government Council will also attend these meetings.

Originally belonging to the late Duke of Wellington, Wesley Wellington, the Tara Territory is now formally autonomous, managed by Draclavshini, a descendant of King Taraguer who distinguished himself in the special military operations in Londinium. It enjoys high economic, military, and political rights and can participate in Tara's political and economic activities (such as the International Concert, the International Games, and the International Bank Economic Cooperation Organization) with limited status as an "independent entity" under the name of the Victoria Tara Autonomous Region. It is independent of the major ducal orders, but remains subordinate to Victoria at the diplomatic and national levels and is required to send representatives to attend meetings of the Londinium Imperial Parliament.

The renowned Victorian political commentator, the Earl of March, publicly expressed her concerns about the outcome, believing that it would be another revival of Victorian "Drac culture," which is not a good thing for Victoria, which now generally takes pride in the cultural achievements of the Aslan Empire era.

Her arguments have garnered support from many political commentators in Terra.

Many commentators from Victoria, Letania, and Ursus have even pointed out that Talulah and Raphsini, one with the blood of the red dragon of Atriath and the other with the blood of the red dragon of Gael, have come to power, signifying that Victoria has once again ushered in the "Drak era" after hundreds of years.

More radicals believe that the "committee politics" they now proclaim is merely a facade, and that their respective coronations as emperors in Londinium and Tara are not far off, with Victoria set to return to Aslan and conquer the lands. ZHuanQuN: Nine 4 Bar ≈ Three * Before—The Classical Red Dragon Era!

The sun of the British Empire has barely set, yet some are already imagining what it will look like when it rises again.

Ernst was the experiencer of everything, the driving force behind everything, and also the witness to everything.

These three identities are not contradictory as one might imagine; they can coexist.

Today marks the official opening of Lentinium.

The soldiers of the Dukes' allied forces came from all corners of the world. They fought and bled on the battlefield outside Londinium, some for the Dukes' ambitions, some for a meal, and some were simply captured and thrown onto the battlefield with no other choice. But no matter what, Victoria had to give them an explanation.

These people, who might never have had the chance to enter this city in their entire lives, now finally have the opportunity to gather in front of the city gates, forming neat military formations, and step into this city that can be called great in Terra's history.

Since its construction as a mobile city, Londinium has never been breached head-on!

This is a legend passed down in Victoria, and the legend continues to this day.

As long as I actively open up the city quickly enough, it won't count as being breached head-on!

It's quite similar to the situation next door where no one could capture Paris before France surrendered!

Ernst couldn't help but sigh: "That Gallic Empire, which I've never met, your shadow is everywhere after you left!"

Ernst did not attend the entry ceremony, which was a moment of celebration for the Victorians, as well as a moment of glory for Talulah, the Self-Salvation Army, and the city defense forces that finally succeeded in siding with the city.

He may have a lot more to teach Talulah, but no one can embark on their journey with everything in place. Let Talulah walk the rest of the way on her own.

Ernst's identity limited him, and he certainly couldn't go any further.

Incidentally, he had already written to Levi about Lentinium's situation, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the messenger should return in about three days. Whether he was interested or not was none of Ernst's concern.

His mission was now complete, and it was time for him to begin his return journey.

"Vina, are you planning to stay here for the New Year?"

Ernst turned away from the clean calendar, which was not yet fully booked, and looked at Vina, who had come to his room early that morning.

He knew Vina had come to say goodbye.

Ernst had promised her that once things settled down in Lentinium, he would organize a humanitarian aid team from the World Summit to enter Lentinium on behalf of the World Summit.

Fourth, this small team will take the supplies Ernst can procure from various countries and enter the war-torn, dilapidated city to support the people living in dire straits there.

He promised that Vina could lead the team.

Vina nodded gently, her face showing reluctance, but even more so, a sense of determination and relief.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to celebrate the harvest festival in Kjerag this year."

"But from now on, no matter how many years pass, we will be together."

She made a promise.

“Victoria is my hometown, the place where I was born and raised. The city of Lentinium has so many connections with me, and it’s time to put an end to it and those memories.”

Ernst nodded slightly.

He could certainly understand Vina's thoughts.

The idea of ​​returning to one's roots is a long-standing Chinese belief, but foreigners also share similar sentiments. At the end of a significant event, the desire to return to where the dream began, to bid farewell to everything experienced, can be seen, in a way, as a form of romance.

Ernst was actually happy to be with her, but Vina wasn't his only family member.

The mountains of Shelag are his hometown, and there are people there waiting for him to come home for the New Year, so the two can only be separated for a short time.

Vina wasn't stationed there long-term. This support mission, from receiving and allocating supplies to comforting the people, would only last about a month, so there was nothing to be sad about.

Ernst also needed to give Vina some instructions:

"Since you're in Londinium, then help Talulah out more. You know how the Duke of Caster operates; no one can fathom her bottom line. It's hard to guarantee she won't deliberately create chaos in Londinium, disrupting Talulah's new regime and muddying the waters. If you spot any signs of trouble, help deal with them."

Vina nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course!"

She was no longer the little girl who wandered the streets. Her aunt could control her back then, but now, with the backing of Lentinium, the agreement signed by her aunt, and Ernst, she was in a position of great righteousness and was willing to fight back against her aunt who had no bottom line!

She felt that this was her "graduation exam" at Ennster!

She will definitely get a good grade!

"I'll be back after the New Year."

Before saying goodbye, Vina said it again.

Ernst smiled: