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"By the way, I think it's necessary to tell you that your empress did try to save you, but she was repeatedly repelled by me and my companions."

"So, you have indeed done your best, sirs. But you have no reason to win this battle."

These two sentences made the governor and his men feel much better.

It's not because we're incompetent, it's just that we've run out of options.

“We will open the door immediately and have the soldiers surrender.”

"Perhaps for some time to come, many people will condemn your cowardice and incompetence, but rest assured, years, decades, or even centuries from now, people will only praise your decisiveness and wisdom!"

“You did not abandon this city; you protected the soldiers and civilians of the entire city.”

On the eleventh day after the start of the war, the only fortress that could stop the Northern Allied forces surrendered.

The northern part of the empire can be said to have completely fallen.

Chapter 74 The War Is About to End

Despite Miss El's efforts, the Southern Territory has still not declared independence.

But even so, that's enough, because her mere existence is enough to stir up everything.

The title and bloodline of the Duke of the Southern Border are so useful.

Now, whether the Southern Territory is independent or not is no longer important; the northern part of the Baratheon Empire has completely fallen.

The allied soldiers advanced triumphantly towards the capital and the rest of the empire's territory.

On the hillside, Moen watched as numerous airships carrying countless soldiers advanced toward the capital.

It's estimated that in another day or two, they will be able to reach the capital.

This speed is simply astonishing.

However, Moen was not worried, because he had already roughly figured out the Queen's plan.

With the Queen clearly in control of Aier, the Southern Territory will certainly not advance north, thus eliminating any possibility of the Queen's defeat.

unless

Moen turned his gaze toward the city of Anlas.

That prophet.

Moen believed that if there were any variables or unexpected events, it could only be him.

Because he was absolutely the only one who exceeded both the Queen's and Moen's expectations.

The Queen probably only knows him as a person, while Moen still doesn't understand what he's hiding.

Fortunately, he had never hidden his presence since leaving the Lion Family, so much so that even someone like Moen, who had no connections, could easily find out his exact location.

He remained in Anras, the first city to fall.

Inside the fortress of Anlas, the jester was also intently studying the battle reports from the front lines.

Behind him stood the former prime minister, Hassanq.

"The north of Baratheon has completely fallen, and the entire country is in great turmoil. You should be eligible for promotion now, right?"

The jester shook his head and said:

"It's enough, but not now."

What he wanted was for Baratheon and the entire surrounding region to descend into chaos.

But that's clearly not the case now, and he admits that's enough for him to get promoted.

But what he wanted was an ultimate upheaval so perfect that he could directly digest the entire Sequence Two potion!

"Don't worry, I don't want Queen Baratheon to live. But you should have convinced the Duchy of Loman to hand over that sealed artifact, right?"

"Yes, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to stop the young empress the last few times."

In order to support the city of Grasse, with ground transportation completely paralyzed, the Queen not only organized several air support and ground raids, but she herself even took to the field several times.

The closest she ever came was when she was able to see the formidable wall that guarded the north of the empire.

Once she personally arrives at Grasse Fortress, it's estimated that the Six Dukes and the Allied Forces will have to consider giving up.

Fortunately, they managed to stop them in the end.

"That's good. May I see Him?"

"Not now, sir."

That's what he just said.

After a moment of silent laughter, the jester said:

"It won't be long before you start attacking Baratheon's capital, and other places will definitely descend into chaos."

"At that time, I will begin my advancement. Then, together with you all, I will kill this Sequence One!"

The old prime minister was not satisfied with the answer, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only nod and prepare to leave.

But before leaving, the jester still asked with some unease:

How many prisoners do we have now?

The old prime minister said without hesitation:

"Nearly 500,000 people."

"Most of them are outside these two fortresses?"

"Yes, there should be around 410,000 to 420,000 people."

"They are all professional soldiers; they pose a threat when they pick up a weapon. Are you really not planning to kill them?"

The old prime minister shook his head and said:

“I know what you’re worried about, but there’s nothing I can do. On our side, and on the other side of the Sixth Bureau, we all basically believe that these hundreds of thousands of people are a rare human resource.”

“You know, these are all young and strong men. After we wipe out Baratheon, there will be plenty of opportunities to use them.”

"Therefore, no one is willing to risk being infamous for harming their own interests."

The jester was still trying to persuade:

"Then send them somewhere else? At least don't leave them here."

"You don't seem to realize how much of an expense this is. Please give up; no one wants to pay this pointless money until something really happens."

The jester asked, puzzled:

"But it's too late once something goes wrong."

The old prime minister shook his head and smiled:

"That's how nobles are, or rather, that's how people are."

"What about you? Do you also think there's no problem?"

“I believe this is an acceptable risk, and I have prepared for it as much as possible.”

At this point, the old prime minister said curiously to the court jester:

“You are a prophet, and a high-sequence one at that. You are perfectly capable of making a prophecy. If your prophecy gives a warning, then I think they will definitely listen.”

The jester fell silent.

The old prime minister smiled knowingly:

"So your prophecy is also telling you that there's no problem, it's just that you personally feel uneasy?"

"I know you've sacrificed so much for today, but you've also overthought things. It's impossible to completely avoid all risks!"

The jester then nodded and said:

"you are right."

My predictions are never wrong; I just can't believe that things have finally gone smoothly this time.

Who else but oneself can be transformed from something insignificant into a great person?

More than a month has passed since the sudden outbreak of war, and the allied forces of the northern kingdoms and the six dukes have been besieging King Baratheon for more than half a month.

However, they were unable to break through on this front, while on the eastern and western fronts, they were locked in a tug-of-war.

However, no one was surprised by all of this, because it was normal.

The north is the main fiefdom of the six dukes, the south is Westeros territory, and the east and west are the direct domains of the royal family.

If these two places are easily captured, they will start to suspect that something is wrong.

And they certainly saw a way to win.

The capital city is indeed difficult to conquer, not to mention it houses a first-order empress. However, the other two lines are struggling to keep up.

Both reports from frontline soldiers and their own inspections clearly show that soldiers on both fronts not only lack experience in war, but also lack sufficient training.

Their ability to maintain a stalemate with the allied forces was entirely due to their strong fortifications and ample military equipment.

Although the Baratheons also recognized this problem, they began to recruit veterans from twenty years ago to join the battlefield in an attempt to make up for the lack of experience among these soldiers.

But that's clearly not enough. If they can deploy more troops in time, they can crush everything immediately!

And that's exactly what they did.

Moen, who had already infiltrated Anlas City, saw that the number of airships had clearly doubled, carrying more soldiers as they headed south.

Everyone who witnessed all of this knew that the war was about to end!

Chapter 75 Has he returned? He has returned!

In the capital of Baratheon, several cabinet ministers looked at the Queen who remained silent before them.

"Your Majesty, those guys in the north have started to increase their investment. We should start taking action now."

The Queen did not respond to this.

She was just staring intently outside.

It seems like they're waiting for someone.

"His Majesty?"

Several cabinet ministers couldn't help but step forward and say: