Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

He had once stood guard by Therese's side, watching the regent close his eyes for a nap, but even when resting, the regent exuded an awe-inspiring aura of dominance.

But at this moment, Theresis was very weak.

Manfred was so weak that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing his rest.

Inside the room, Theresa quietly observed Theresis's condition. She turned to look at Manfred and whispered:

“The three kings of the royal court have arrived outside the hall.”

“I will go and receive them immediately,” Manfred replied respectfully, composed himself.

“No, I mean, I’m going to see them.” Theresa turned and walked toward the door. “You stay here and take care of Theresis.”

Manfred agreed again.

After Theresa left, he turned to look at Theresa on the bed.

Under his gaze, Therese suddenly coughed lightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Your Highness, you're awake." Manfred rushed forward. "Please don't move around; your injuries are very serious."

"I know."

Therese spoke with difficulty: "The royal court, have we arrived?"

“They are waiting outside the hall. Princess Theresa has already gone to see them,” Manfred replied.

"Theresa, there are still many things to take responsibility for."

Theresis spoke with great difficulty, breaking a perfectly good sentence into fragmented pieces: "Royal Court, you will help me deliver the mission. The war must be in the hands of the Sarkaz..."

Chapter 574 Prophecy

“Your Highness, you must rest now. Theresa is in charge of things in Sarkaz, and I will do my best to assist her…”

Manfred looked at Therese nervously, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

However, these subtle changes in his expression were completely obvious to Theresis, who had watched him grow up.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

After saying this, Therese couldn't help but take a deep breath, which caused him to cough violently.

Manfred quickly said:

“Your Highness, please don’t speak. I’m just worried about your health… Perhaps, I mean, perhaps I could move you away from Lentinium. You are now…”

Therese gave a wry smile: "I'm not that pathetic. What are you worried about?"

"...Qi Yan spoke to me about your prophecy while we were on the city wall."

Manfred looked down at his feet. He knew that beneath the Western Hall of the Holy Kings Society was a council chamber.

If Theresis had not been injured, he would have been in that hall with Theresa, meeting with the various kings of the royal court.

Theresis will sit on his throne and discuss with everyone the war that will change the future of Sarkaz.

Therese showed neither anger nor contempt; she simply repeated calmly:

“I heard it,” he said, “the Cyclops prophesied that I would die on the throne.”

Manfred: "..."

“Is this a bad prophecy?” Therese asked.

Manfred looked up, puzzled.

You've been talked to to death, isn't that bad?

"Go, go outside and meet the royal court," Theresis instructed. "Go and bring back all the prophecies of the Cyclops."

“I am not qualified to attend the meetings of the royal courts,” Manfred shook his head. “Princess Theresa will bring back the prophecy.”

"You are running away."

Manfred remained silent.

He could only remain silent.

Of all the information about Qi Yan, it seems that he has never said anything wrong; every word he utters is like the most perfect prophecy for this land.

In Qi Yan's prophecy, Manfred will replace Theresis, replace the royal court, and become the true future leader of Sarkaz.

“I don’t believe those words. I follow Your Highness.” Manfred’s words carried a hint of resentment.

Therese didn't say anything more, just watched him silently.

There was a long silence between them, until It was Therese who finally broke it.

“I can lead the Sarkaz to victory in the war, but that’s all,” Theresis said softly.

Manfred looked up in surprise.

He never dreamed that such discouraging words would come from Theresis's mouth.

"But...isn't winning all that's needed?" Manfred asked, puzzled. "What else is there?"

Theresa slowly walked down the steps outside the western hall of the Holy King's Church.

Below the steps, four figures, including the absolutist, waited silently. Upon seeing Theresa, each had their own thoughts and bowed to her.

"Your Highness Theresa, how is the situation now?"

Of the four, an old man dressed in a gray-white robe, exuding an ancient and decaying aura, spoke first.

The old man wore a white cloth hat woven from strips of cloth, the hanging strips obscuring his face, and a black, withered staff rested gently on the ground in his hand.

“Theresis was seriously injured by Qi Yan and will need some time to recover.” Theresa did not hide the truth and said frankly, “This is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury.”

"What do you need me to do?" the old man asked.

“I need someone to delay the armies of the various dukes outside the city.”

Theresa did not use a commanding tone: "King of Carrion, I need your army to stop the situation from getting out of control. Because of Qi Yan's intervention, the dukes will probably soon lose their temper, and the news of Theresa's injury will not be kept secret for long."

“I understand.” The King of Carrion turned and left.

"Honestly, you're always so quick to come and go, you scavenger."

One of the four men, a handsome man with an incredibly eerie demeanor, spoke up with a teasing tone: "Don't you want to join us?"

The King of Carrion stopped and turned around to look at the white-haired, red-eyed man dressed in elegant aristocratic attire.

"Time is running out for the Sarkaz right now, Blood Demon," the Carrion King said slowly. "Qi Yan's appearance and His Highness Theresis's defeat have caused the situation to spiral out of control. I hope you can recognize some of the realities."

Having said that, the King of Carrion ignored the Blood Demon Lord and turned to leave.

Before the Blood Demon Lord could speak again, Theresa spoke first:

"Blood Lord, the situation in the city is also very troublesome. Because of Qi Yan, many nobles and the city defense forces that originally sided with Sarkaz will have new ideas. I need you to mediate."

"It sounds like a boring task."

The Blood Demon Lord smiled elegantly: "But since it's your request, I will try my best to solve this problem without using my own methods, however..."

I'm now curious, where is Qi Yan now?

"...All we know is that he jumped from the city wall toward the Sadien district, and then we lost track of him."

"I understand."

The Blood Demon Lord took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He then turned and left as well.

The Pardoner watched the Blood Demon Lord's departing figure and said worriedly:

"He seems very interested in Qi Yan, who also manipulates blood."

“There’s no point in worrying about an ancient ruler of the royal court.” Theresa didn’t argue about the matter further, but simply turned to look at the last ruler of the royal court.

It was a Sarkaz who was a short, green-haired boy.

While the others were talking, he remained silent, quietly observing everyone's words and actions, as if he were learning something or thinking about something.

Theresa spoke up first:

"Shapeshifters, there are still many resistance forces within Londinium. I need your help to deal with them. Controlling Londinium requires the efforts of each and every one of you."

"Okay, Your Highness."

The shapeshifter readily agreed, but did not leave like the previous two.

But everyone present understood that he had already begun to act, faster than the King of Carrion and the Blood Demon Lord. The moment he agreed, he had already begun to infiltrate the depths of the city.

Theresa turned to the pardoner one last time and asked:

Have you received any news from the messengers you sent out?

The pardoning official first bowed respectfully, and then reported earnestly:

"Thanks to Manfred's persistent persuasion, the lich has begun his journey to Lentinium."

The Wendigos reside in the northern borders of Ursus; they no longer have the royal court in their hearts. I think this includes the Wendigo who lives on Rhodes Island.

There is still no news about Stonewing Demon.

The Cyclops sent back a letter, and as always, her prophecies were tragic.

"What is the content of the prophecy?"

A voice came from inside the lobby.

All three people present, including Theresa, were stunned for a moment and looked up at the figure walking out of the lobby.

The figure, whose demeanor was somewhat similar to Therese's, walked step by step towards the three of them.

Chapter 575 The royal court reunites, but not completely.

"Lentinium was torn into three pieces by the fire, the Shard collapsed under hundreds of lightning bolts, and the Regent..."

She said she saw the Regent die alone on his throne beneath the Western Hall of the Holy Kings.

The pardoner, unaware of his own thoughts, did not concern himself with whether Manfred's appearance was in accordance with the rules, and readily recounted the entire prophecy.

Theresa did not speak.

Manfred lowered his eyes.

The shapeshifter tilted its head, seemingly lost in thought.

The absolutist seemed somewhat disappointed that his announcement of such a prophecy had not caused even the slightest ripple.

After a long silence, Manfred finally broke it:

"His Highness asked you to write a reply on behalf of the Cyclops to thank her for her concern."

Furthermore, His Highness said he really liked the prophecy.

The pardoner: "..."

Theresa looked up at the lobby entrance on the steps.

The shapeshifter snapped out of his reverie and pressed on with the question:

"It seems His Highness Theresis foresaw this prophecy?"

“It’s Qi Yan,” Manfred replied.

"It seems...very interesting."

The shapeshifter rested his fingers on his chin and suddenly smiled.

Then his body began to melt, and in the blink of an eye, it seeped into the ground and disappeared.

Manfred looked at Theresa and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, please continue to oversee the construction of the airship. With just a few final steps, the airship will be fully completed, and the initiative in the war must be in the hands of the Sarkaz."

Theresa looked Manfred over carefully, and after a moment, nodded in agreement with him.

The gaze beneath the mask of the pardoner suddenly sharpened, but he quickly concealed it.

Seeing Manfred looking at him again, he chuckled: