Huh? Are they all real?...

"They are outside Grasse now and will be here soon."

The nobles accepted the order and left.

After the nobles left, Moen's letter was delivered by the singer to Emperor Leuman.

He accepted it with suspicion, even though he was already at the first level of the Sequence, which had surpassed that of ordinary people.

The Emperor also felt a sweet taste in his throat as he watched.

This is just a simple letter.

There were no terrible curses, no extraordinary powers.

Even the letter itself was short, just a very brief sentence:

"My dear friend, please do not send any more troops. I have more than enough men here."

-

Soon after, major newspapers in the capital rushed to publish the new headline news.

Newsboys once again ran through the streets and alleys, wielding newspaper headlines that still smelled of ink.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Trajan Westeros has captured Sulas!!!"

No matter how well the emperor spoke, the financial backers behind the newspaper quietly made changes.

Let them use less radical language.

After all, what if?

There will be another one in a little while.

Chapter 146 Grand Prince Trajan Approaches the Capital (3k5)

Outside the city of Grasse, the allied forces of the northern kingdoms that were once part of the Leuman Empire gathered once again.

Although they lost a great deal of weaponry in Baratheon due to their rash actions last time.

Therefore, this army not only appeared to be a hodgepodge of various countries' creations but was also extremely dilapidated.

But without a doubt, they are still a highly effective fighting force.

Not to mention that the leader is none other than the famous Iron Fist Haro.

Moreover, according to the pre-arranged procedure, as long as they enter Baratheon territory...

The large amount of weaponry that was confiscated from them will be returned to them soon.

Therefore, because of this, many of their large army members, though said to be armed, actually struggled to even slaughter pigs with those weapons.

Everything should have gone very smoothly.

According to the plan, they should now have crossed Grass and headed to the capital of Baratheon to take over the city's defenses.

But now, the gates of Grasse are tightly shut.

Coupled with various rumors, their army's condition is not good.

He watched as envoys from various countries kept coming to see him.

Harrow couldn't help but say to them:

"Don't worry, I've told them countless times, don't worry! I've already sent an envoy in, and those guys inside will soon understand what the right thing to do is!"

Seeing the furious Haro, the messengers immediately scurried back.

She was, after all, an angel.

In the last instance, the leaders of various countries were mostly gathered together to carry out their actions.

This time, even though they were nominally restored to the major provinces of the Leuman Empire, they remained in their respective territories and with their own troops.

After all, they had previously joined forces to dismantle the Duchy of Daphallor and hand it over to Baratheon.

Although Defaro is now back in their hands, everyone knows they will not return it to the sons of the Grand Duke of Defaro.

Therefore, trust has long been lost.

After all, everyone is capable of stabbing each other in the back.

The blood ties that could still be discussed at the beginning have been severed by their own hands.

The only reason we can still gather together now is because of the bright future represented by Emperor Løymann.

The Lehman Empire, which they had long abandoned, may become the great Lehman Dynasty!

This is worth a try for them.

Why did things go wrong right from the start?

And Trajan is alive?!

They even absorbed Baratheon's army all the way to the gates of the capital?!

What if the emperor dies before they even reach the capital?

Such concerns have been troubling everyone here.

This includes Harrow himself, of course.

Therefore, as an angel who also possessed a level zero sealed artifact, he did not directly command his army to forcibly attack the city.

He was afraid that the feud would be completely severed.

What made Harlow most desperate was that he wasn't such a timid person before.

A person who can become an angel, who can take away a level-zero sealed artifact in such a complex environment as the end of the Lewman Empire, and who can establish a powerful duchy cannot be a cowardly timid person.

But now, he is.

Because his spirits had been completely crushed by that guy Trajan.

Even everyone here is like that.

They've lost their fighting spirit.

The only way to regain our morale now is to go to the capital of Baratheon and have a final battle with Trajan, the strongest emperor in Baratheon.

If they can win a real victory, they can regain everything they once had.

However, looking at the towering city walls that were practically nonexistent to the angels, Haro felt as if he were looking up at them.

-

Inside the Grass Fortress, two men stood before the new governor.

One was an envoy sent by Harrow; he was very young and appeared to be very capable.

The other was Kirsten Kledy, the Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives, who had just escaped from the capital.

"Your Excellency, what are you still hesitating about? This is an order from your Emperor. You need to open the city gates and let us through so that we can go and punish that damned usurper Trajan!"

"What you Baratheons cannot do, we Loymans will do!"

The governor remained silent in response.

Deputy Speaker Koster Kledy simply said:

“That’s not our Emperor Doyle, that’s your Emperor Leuman I in disguise. What right does a foreigner have to order us Baratheons around?”

The governor nodded slightly.

At this point, it's normal for ordinary people without access to intelligence to be unaware of the truth.

But the border governor didn't know that was a joke.

Upon seeing this, Haro's messenger felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

They have no legal grounds to appeal.

But they had to get there, otherwise Loeman's spirit would truly be broken!

The fact that Harrow sent him shows that he is intelligent, visionary, and truly loves his country and land.

He even knew that Lord Harlow was hesitant.

Therefore, he had to persuade the other party to open the door.

Otherwise, Lloyd would really be finished.

He placed both hands on the table in front of the governor, making himself appear more imposing, and said to the governor:

"Lord Haro is an angel, and Lord Haro possesses a Level Zero Sealed Artifact. Glass cannot stop Lord Haro!"

"If he dared to come, why would he send you?"

The deputy speaker's voice rang out again.

The envoy was not to be outdone:

"Because Lord Haro doesn't want to waste time, and doesn't want to kill people who don't need to be killed, don't think that Lord Haro's mercy is a reason for your insolence!"

The governor's heart was in his throat by those two sentences.

Noticing the change in the other party's expression, the envoy pressed his advantage, saying:

"Your Excellency, you must know that the Emperor is about to become a god!"

"But Trajan was just a mortal!"

Cold sweat began to bead on the governor's forehead.

The deputy speaker hurriedly said:

"Are you going to commit treason?! You know very well that person isn't Emperor Doyle!"

The governor's expression kept changing as he wiped away sweat.

He was also hesitant about what to do.

The envoy sneered:

"Only winners can say such things. Do you expect the Governor to give up his entire fortune for your foolish loyalty?"

"Moreover, the governor represents not only himself, but also hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Grasse."

The governor stood up, leaning slightly toward the messenger.

This brought a victorious smile to the messenger's face.

"See, Your Excellency, you know who the right choice is."

The deputy speaker was also anxious; he came here to prevent the worst-case scenario from occurring.

But the result was that he was completely ineffective?!

"Think it through, we might not necessarily lose; everything is still uncertain!"

The messenger sneered:

"Precisely because everything is unknown, we must choose the one with the greatest chance of winning. Without a doubt, the Emperor and we have the greatest chance of winning."

The governor bowed deeply to the vice-speaker, his face filled with apology:

“I am not alone, Your Excellency, and I am also responsible for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Grassley!”

"terribly sorry!"

The deputy speaker's face turned ashen.

Is there really nothing I can do?

Am I really that useless?

The envoy looked at the vice-speaker with a mocking expression. Then he extended his hand to the governor:

"Welcome to the choice of victory, Your Excellency!"

The governor forced a smile and reached out to shake the other person's hand.

Then a heavenly voice rang in the vice speaker's ear:

"If we're going to choose victory, why choose them?"

It was a woman's voice, very pleasant to the ear.