Huh? Are they all real?...

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Most of the people here don't understand why their boss called them here.

But that didn't stop them from joining in the chanting.

None of them wanted anything to happen to Baratheon.

Whether it's family interests or personal feelings.

"He still hasn't come?"

The cabinet ministers were completely baffled by this statement. Who was it?

They've already brought everyone they could!

The deputy speaker, with tears streaming down his face, said:

"Your Majesty, I don't know who you are waiting for, but I believe that the person you are waiting for certainly does not want to see the country fall into chaos because of your waiting for him!"

This time, the Queen finally responded.

"No one has come looking for me?"

The ministers, nobles, and members of parliament did not know who the Queen was referring to, but they all knew that the person probably hadn't come.

So they all shook their heads.

The Empress couldn't help but tremble.

If the teacher is back, then he won't not come at this time.

"Wait any longer!"

"His Majesty?"

“I said let’s wait! He won’t not come, he won’t!”

People had no choice but to retreat again.

On the fourth day, no one came anymore.

Looking at the perpetually empty audience hall, the Queen was on the verge of despair.

Could I have really guessed wrong?

So what's the point of all this preparation?

The teacher really isn't coming back!

Because on the third day, the cabinet ministers found almost everyone they could.

Therefore, news of what happened in the audience hall spread, and the Northern Allied Forces were the first to know.

Regarding this strange situation.

They couldn't come to any useful conclusions, and could only speculate that the young empress had probably gone mad.

Furthermore, they disseminated this deduction as factual information.

The purpose was to strike at the morale of the remaining Baratheon forces as much as possible.

The tenacity of the royal nobles exceeded their expectations.

Despite deploying three times the previous number of troops, and despite most of the former nobles trying to or preparing to rebel, the war is still protracted.

Because those royal nobles actually led their private troops to the front line!

So much so that even though the main force consisted of a group of new recruits, they dared to fight alongside such a fearless nobleman.

The news that the Queen had gone mad did not spread immediately to the Eastern and Western fronts, but instead circulated within the Allied forces first.

As a result, Moen, who had been staying in Anlas City, also learned of this news.

After a brief moment of surprise, Moen spotted several Allied soldiers loitering in the street.

With their generous spending, the allied soldiers, already quite drunk, told Moen almost everything they knew.

"You mean your boss told you that the Queen has not only gone mad, but she also keeps asking if he's here?"

A coalition soldier, his face flushed from a burp, said:

"Yes, almost everyone knows about it. That young empress has really gone mad; she keeps asking her ministers, 'Has he come? Has he come?'"

"How could anyone possibly come? If someone did, would we still be able to ask questions? She must be crazy!"

No one knows who the Queen is waiting for.

But Moen knew.

The Queen was waiting for him.

The Queen knows she's back.

After a few more hiccups, the allied soldier, nearly passed out, grabbed Moen's hand and said:

“You have no idea, my superiors said that the Baratheon nobles in the capital are almost driven crazy by us.”

"They're insane! They keep dreaming that if their queen gives the order, they can turn the tide of battle. What can they possibly hide now that the war has come to this?"

After saying that, he collapsed from exhaustion, his vision blurred, and the others fared even worse. They not only collapsed first, but also lay directly on the ground.

After leaving the money, Moen left.

Each takes what they need, that's all.

Back at his hotel, Moen wrote a letter without hesitation.

Then, using the finest mutton tallow wax that he had specially purchased on the way back, he drew an intricate spell on the floor.

Here, apart from various supernatural items, people rely most on the spirit world and its messengers for long-distance communication.

As for the prayers used by the Queen's spies and Miss Leda, that was actually the least common method of communication.

Because high-order sequences are neither messengers nor relay agencies.

Asking them to deliver messages to you is blasphemy beyond blasphemy, a death wish beyond death.

"I am your master, I am the one and only eternal Lord of the South, I am Trajan Westeros. Show yourself, my messenger!"

As Moen's call ended.

The lanolin wax that Moen had carved on the floor spontaneously combusted.

A faceless gentleman in an elegant tailcoat respectfully sacrifices himself in the flames.

"My master, it is an honor to hear your voice and call again."

"Long time no see, old friend."

The faceless gentleman bowed in fear.

"Your words have terrified me, Master."

"Please help me deliver this letter to my student."

Late on the fifth night, in the audience hall of the Baratheon capital, the already despairing Queen still sat there blankly.

She couldn't believe her guess was wrong.

They were even less willing to believe that their teacher was really not coming back.

The blow of picking up hope only to lose it again is an indescribable horror for someone already deep in darkness.

'teacher'

The moment memories surface in my mind, longing manifests as tears.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, flames ignite.

In the firelight from the spirit world, light slowly emerged from the confusion and despair in the Queen's eyes.

That was firelight, and it was also hope.

The faceless gentleman bowed.

"My master wants me to deliver this letter to his student!"

Chapter 76: The Empress's Performance Follows

"Is it him who's back?"

"Please accept my master's letter!"

Looking at the envelope respectfully handed over by the faceless gentleman.

The queen trembled as she reached out her hand.

Having experienced despair, she feared that this would be yet another new despair.

But this trembling completely disappeared the moment he received the envelope.

The Queen opened the envelope.

The princess regained hope.

The letter contained only one sentence, neither too long nor too short.

But that's enough:

"I told you, I don't trust you to face everything alone from now on. Please do your work with confidence; I will take care of everything that might happen."

'Just as before, my princess!'

'And please forgive me for being so late in returning.'

As she finished reading the last sentence, the princess laughed and cried at the same time.

He's really back.

I was right!

Very good!

Great! ! !

"Teacher, my teacher is back. He really didn't lie to me."

The empress, who had lost everything, embraced back all that she had.

The faceless gentleman did not answer; he simply maintained his respectful curtsy.

They quietly watched over the young princess who was holding the envelope.

His master found a very good student.