Huh? Are they all real?...

Prince Adela's voice continued:

“He needs this, and well, I can’t tell you more. After all, I have to fulfill my mother’s wishes.”

Moen also understood what the other party meant.

The wills of God and the King diverged.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Moen asked Adela:

"Does your father also disagree with your mother's choice?"

Prince Adela frowned deeply at this question.

After a long while, he said:

"You asked a question that has no answer."

Moen didn't ask any further questions; he simply raised the potion to Prince Adela and said:

"Give my thanks to your father. Then I'll spread the word that I ambushed you and stole it."

Prince Adela said with some surprise:

"Are you crazy? Ambushing a prince is a serious crime. Your stance, and my mother's stance, will be drastically changed because of this."

“Before I get this, your mother will definitely leave the stage. After I get this, your mother will wait until this part is over before leaving.”

Adela looked at Moen with utter surprise.

This guy seems to know his mother better than he does himself.

Moreover, Moen said something quite meaningful to Adela:

“You are a prince, but you are just a prince. Your father will be fine no matter what, but you are different.”

This statement plunged Adela into a deep silence.

Love does exist in God's eyes, but this love belongs only to the King.

"I must thank you for your generosity, Lord Trajan."

“No matter the circumstances, there are some principles that must be upheld. Adela.”

Prince Adela nodded slightly and then said:

"I think I need to leave."

"No delivery."

Moen's answer surprised Adela once again:

"Didn't you just say that there are always some principles that need to be upheld? Aren't you going to personally see me off?"

Moen said with equal surprise:

“I’ve done what I was supposed to do, and now aren’t we back to being enemies?”

How can this person not understand the situation? Besides, he's just a prince.

Do I really have to say it?

Prince Adela gave Moen another long look.

He's right, but it's definitely not a pleasant feeling.

This was the first time someone had been so direct with him:

“Original God, you are indeed a very unconventional person.”

Prince Adela shook his head and then left.

Just as he lifted the curtain to leave, Hadley and Claude, the two demigods from the Southern Territory, arrived.

After making way for Adela, the two bowed and entered the tent together.

Judging from their expressions, something big has happened.

But this has nothing to do with me anymore; I have already fulfilled my father's instructions.

Inside the tent, the two Southern Demigods spoke solemnly to Moen:

"Your Majesty, there's a lot of commotion in Tingen."

"what happened?"

"That false emperor appointed Horatio Nelson as marshal and raised almost the entire navy of Baratheon and all the legions in the vicinity for him."

"It can be said that nearly half of Baratheon's forces are currently in Tingen."

"Moreover, that madman Nelson doesn't even intend to rely on the fortress to fight a war of attrition with us."

At this point, Claude lifted the curtain.

They revealed the fleet that stretched across the sky like dark clouds obscuring the sun, as well as the massive army that was truly densely packed on the ground.

"That madman plans to fight us head-on!"

Looking at that massive army and its terrifying formation.

Moen asked, somewhat surprised:

"You're saying the commander on the other side is Nelson?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Remembering the speechless feeling he had when he first came here, Moen asked to confirm:

"Is that Vice Admiral Horatio Nelson, who came from the Navy?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is that Nelson, and he is from the Royalist faction. Now he must have believed the false emperor's lies and is filled with rage, wanting to fight you to the death."

“Our scouts even told us that in order to fight you to the death, he has carried out almost insane personnel mobilizations of his direct legion and all its subordinate units.”

Moen pointed at the opposite side with increasing surprise and said:

"You mean the leader on the other side isn't just Horatio Nelson, but he's also completely overhauled their command structure?"

"Not only that, Your Majesty, he even screened the soldiers and fleets on the front lines."

"He must be afraid that someone might be intimidated by your reputation and desert his post."

In those days, there were countless armies and nobles who fled in terror of Trajan.

In fact, even now, only Horatio Nelson, a member of the royal party, dares to stand up against the noble assassins in the entire capital.

The two demigods are now extremely annoyed.

They didn't expect anyone to come up and start a decisive battle right away.

So the preparations were a bit rushed.

Moen looked at the opposite side in disbelief, then turned back to look at the iris banner behind him.

In the fierce wind, the iris flowers are singing their songs.

No way? !

Are you asking me to recreate a classic scene?!

Moen felt he needed to give it a try.

Moreover, this is not just about replicating a classic, but also about making an attempt that could potentially cost millions of lives.

"Take me to the front lines."

The two demigods assumed that Moen wanted to go to the front lines to see the situation firsthand, so they immediately escorted him forward.

At the forefront of both sides.

The dark mass opposite us was extremely oppressive.

And it looks like an attack could be launched at any moment.

This made both demigods a little nervous:

"Your Majesty, you should go to the back quickly."

As he spoke, Claude drew his sword and said:

"Let me go and talk to them!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will show them the might of the Southern Territory, just like I did back then!"

The soldiers in the southern border were the most capable fighters in this land back then.

Moen raised his hand to stop them, saying:

"I want to go further."

"His Majesty?"

"obey orders."

Although the two demigods were worried, they still carried out Moen's will:

"Guards, step forward!"

And so, Moen led his guards, numbering only a thousand or so, toward the center of the battlefield.

And over Tingen.

Field Marshal Nelson, aboard the flagship, also noticed this scene.

He pointed incredulously at the black dot in front of him and said:

"Who is that?"

His staff members also said, with little belief:

"It seems to be Trajan and his Praetorian Guard?"

"what?"

The moment Nelson heard that it was Thujan, he broke out in a cold sweat.

How can this be?

Why did you come to this place at this time?

He said hurriedly:

"The situation is still unclear. Pass down the order: no one is allowed to attack first without my command."

"Yes, Marshal."

After the messenger left, Nelson hurriedly summoned his adjutant and said:

"Are you sure everyone in front is properly positioned?"

The adjutant nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Marshal, they are all people I personally selected. They will not move without your order."

"That's fine, that's fine."

"However, the Marshal's army is just too large. I don't know if it will be the same in the future."

Nelson couldn't help but wipe his sweat.

"Prepare the boat, I want to go down!"

He has to be on the front lines, otherwise if something goes wrong, he won't be able to control the army.

Although Nelson ordered that no attack be launched first.

But the enemy forces were getting closer and closer.

Both demigods spoke in turn:

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please go back quickly, leave this to us!"

Moen raised his hand and said:

"Stop."

The two demigods thought that Moen was finally going back.

They hurriedly gave the order: