About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

——Your Highness, am I taking the first step?

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After hanging up the intercom, Grand Duke Baikal cursed angrily.

"Damn those mercenaries! I knew I couldn't trust them! Never mind. I can activate the city myself. The backup plan shows that the girl named Misha also has the activation key. Time to find her and kill her."

Baikal didn't expect that Garson would be found and killed by W, and the key to activate the city of Qie was still in the hands of this mercenary.

Grand Duke Baikal was not worried that Garson, who held the activation key for the city of Che, would rebel. After all, these fanatical Sarkaz people had the desire for battle and bloodthirsty temperament flowing in their blood, and this group of people was more eager for war than he was.

But he didn't expect that Garson would be killed by W and be killed by the guy who should have died.

Baikal arrived at the top floor of the command tower and called Viscount Kerke, who led the Third Army.

"Kirk, forget about those Reunion idiots. I need military support here. Send some men over here quickly. And please help me contact the patrol team. I need to find the address of a citizen of Che City!"

"——Don't worry, someone will come over, but she may not be the person you want to see."

"That voice, are you the guard from the Rostov family before!?"

Grand Duke Baikal's eyes widened, but before he could ask for details, the intercom was unilaterally hung up by the other party.

"That's it, then."

Orson crushed the walkie-talkie with one hand and held Viscount Kirk's head in the other.

Beside him, dozens of soldiers, armed with various weapons, looked at Orson with sweat on their foreheads. No one knew what the intentions of this young man who suddenly descended from the sky and directly cut off Viscount Kerke's head were.

"..."

After a brief silence, Orson rewrapped the bandage around his neck to stop the bleeding and adjusted his virtual vocal cords.

"Listen, soldiers of the Third Army present! I have defeated the mastermind of the rebellion. There is no need for you to continue fighting pointlessly! This war itself was launched simply because Viscount Kirk and Grand Duke Baikal conspired to commit treason for their own selfish interests!"

"...rebellion?" "Treason—what does that mean?"

Orson's words stunned the soldiers, and everyone looked at the young man in front of them in confusion.

Thanks to Kirk's usual behavior, there was no one among these soldiers who was loyal and unconditionally willing to fight him to the death.

"What are you talking about? Which organization are you affiliated with?"

After a brief commotion, an adjutant who looked a little haggard walked up to Orson and asked about his identity with a frown.

"Organization? I, um, that's a good question. We are the personal guard of Duke Tallulah, the sole legal heir to Duke Kosciuszko! We are also a purge force secretly approved by the Emperor! Our purpose is to identify, track down, and eliminate all traitors who attempt to endanger the security of Ursus under various pretexts!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Orson began to make up stories on the spot. At the same time, because the parts about Kosciuszko and Tallulah's identities were true, Orson was particularly confident in his bragging and almost fooled himself.

"Viscount Kirk and Grand Duke Baikal, two old nobles, colluded with each other. Grand Duke Baikal even illegally hired a large number of Sarkaz mercenaries, intending to launch a military coup. This is clear-cut treason! And Viscount Kirk, far from reporting it, used his position to implicate the Third Army. Who among you still wants to shield these criminals?!"

Orson's words stunned the soldiers, and he secretly manipulated the virtual vocal cords to create a very spirited Big Brother tone, which made the heads of these completely confused soldiers buzz.

"Come and make your choice. On one side are the legitimate troops that have obtained the joint authorization of the nobles of Qie City. On the other side are the traitors who are waiting to be investigated and liquidated. Have you decided which side you want to stand on?"

The secret to boasting is to be quick, accurate, and ruthless, not giving the other party a chance to react or recover. Orson immediately took the initiative and loudly questioned the soldiers who were still confused about the situation.

"...As expected of the guy who said his specialty was crosstalk during the interview, he's really good at fooling people."

Not far away, Frost Star, who could also hear Orson's loud voice, wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought so.

64. Epilogue (Part ) (Update)

"No... My plan was flawless, how could it turn out like this?!"

When he came to his senses, the Grand Duke of Baikal found himself surrounded by enemies on all sides, like a prey pushed to the edge of a cliff.

The troops in Che City were tightly entangled by the infected and members of the Reunion Movement. The hired Sarkaz mercenaries were completely dismantled and eliminated. Even the branch troops of the Third Army were intercepted by those guys using unknown means. I am afraid that Viscount Kerk's life is no longer safe.

—Oh right, Viscount Kirk! If I can pin all the blame on that guy, I can avoid being liquidated and executed...! Now all I have to do is leave here, find a place to hide, and then blame everything on him!

Grand Duke Baikal seemed to have found a way to survive, but just as he was about to leave the top floor of the command tower, a scorching gust of air blocked his path, forcing him to raise his hands to shield his eyes.

"You can see the border of Qie City from here. It's a pretty nice view, isn't it?"

"...Koschei's daughter!?"

When Grand Duke Baikal saw Tallulah appearing before him, his expression instantly became extremely desperate, and then turned into anger.

"Your actions are completely meaningless! Leading those despised infected and gathering those poor people who should have died in the wasteland - do you think you are saving Ursus by doing this? You are totally wrong, you are only causing this country to decline completely! Ursus must rely on war to survive, just as the late emperor has always done! This war machine can only emit its most dazzling light when fighting!"

Grand Duke Baikal yelled at Tallulah, but she just sighed.

Baikal had had contact with Koschei before, and he probably learned this sophistry from that undead black snake.

Even so, the Grand Duke of Baikal's sophistry lacks any sincerity. Kosice's war theory is based on the shackles of his 2000 years of experience, while the Grand Duke of Baikal is just an excuse to make money.

"What nonsense! War will only hasten the demise of Ursus. This country is already on the brink of collapse. A new war will only reopen the old wounds of this land."

Tallulah looked at the city of Che in the distance. There were still traces of battles in some areas, but in most places, it was still in an ordinary state of peace.

"Then what can you do to stop it! You bastard—!"

Baikal drew the saber from his waist and slashed at Tallulah recklessly.

"Maybe nothing can be stopped, or maybe, we can change everything."

Keng!

Although Tallulah's swordsmanship has always been poor, it is enough to defeat these war fanatics who have never actually set foot on the battlefield.

The greatsword swung, knocking both the saber and Baikal to the ground.

"Unlike you, whose minds have been completely corrupted by past glory and power, we choose the future. Although we are unsure of what lies ahead, we will not regret it."

Tallulah raised her greatsword and pointed it at Grand Duke Baikal's chest.

"Wait... wait a minute, young dragon—no, Tallulah, Duke Tallulah!! I'll give you everything! My status, power, money... You can ask for anything, I'll give it all to you! Just let me go!!"

At this moment, Grand Duke Baikal completely lost the last bit of dignity as a nobleman, and kept begging for Tallulah's forgiveness like a wild dog.

"Disgusting."

Click!

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!??”

The greatsword fell, but it cut off Baikal's hands. The high temperature also stopped the bleeding directly from the incision.

"I will not kill you, for this turmoil will end with your judgment. Besides, you do not deserve to die by this sword."

Tallulah put the sword back to her waist and looked at the unconscious Grand Duke Baikal with disgust.

--it's over.

Tallulah sat on the edge of the command tower and looked at Chernobog silently. At the same time, Zaolu's voice came from the city's radio.

Citizens of Chernobyl, I am Natalia Andreyevna Rostova, heiress to the House of Rostov. In the past few hours, Chernobyl has been suffering from a rebellion led by Duke Baikal, but please rest assured, their conspiracy has been thwarted.

"It's over, soldiers. Do you want to continue?"

In Central Park, the shield guards stopped attacking after hearing the broadcast and questioned the bruised Baikal faction soldiers in front of them.

Grand Duke Baikal intends to seize the city of Che, not only for its internal interests, but also to turn the city-state itself into a weapon, invading the territory of neighboring Longmen and provoking a war between Yan State and Ursus.

"Please don't move, your injuries are still serious...Sasha?"

"I'm fine, is this the end?"

Near the commercial street, Mephistopheles wiped the sweat from his forehead and bandaged the wound of the wounded man in front of him. Faust, standing nearby, stared at the sky. This city seemed so familiar, yet so strange.

We know that this rebellion was caused not only by the old nobility's yearning for war and past glory, but also by the new nobility - because of our long-standing indifference and indifference to others.

"Ha, well done, Miss. I've changed my mind about you a little bit."

In the ruins of a safe house somewhere, W, who was collecting the dog tags of the fallen Sarkaz mercenaries, temporarily stopped what he was doing and looked at the signal tower in the distance.

[The new nobility, the old nobility, essentially destroy the lives of some people for the sake of profit. And when faced with a truly critical moment, these people whose happiness has been taken away will naturally choose to remain silent and not try to interfere.]

"Lyudmila, little Mila?"

"I, I'm here..."

In the Baikal Castle, Alina was anxiously looking for the regicide, while Junjun was lying awkwardly in the underground wine cellar pit, thinking about what excuse to make up.

The arrogance that runs in our blood, that insignificant self-esteem, the prejudice against the infected... these are the true culprits that triggered this war, and the root cause of the suffering of countless people on this continent. But at the same time, they are also the "truth" rooted deep in the hearts of all people.

"Master Ai, don't step on Master Isaac!"

At the foot of the signal tower, a group of engineering team members desperately pulled Isaac to prevent him from stepping on the unfortunate guy who was already foaming at the mouth.

[But even so, there are still a group of people in this world who don't care about their origins, their past, fame, wealth, or self-esteem, but only fight and resist for all those who suffer unfair treatment.]

"Is it over... Dad?"

"Take a break, Yelena."

In the wasteland of Qiecheng, Froststar knelt on the ground and asked tiredly, while Patriot stood silently in front of Froststar to block the cold wind for her - just like when the two first met.

[I cannot name these fighters yet, but I believe that one day, their existence will be truly accepted by everyone, and will change Ursus, this land filled with turmoil and sorrow.]

Inside the signal tower, Zaolu stood in front of the microphone with her eyes slightly closed.

"At least now I can tell you that everything is over."

After the broadcast, Zaolu silently turned off the device, and the pager next to her showed that the Speaker of the Longmen Guard Bureau and Saint Jun Castle had received the message she sent.

"It's not over yet, Miss Natalia."

Hellagur, who had been standing by Zaolu's side for a while, suddenly spoke.

“—Not finished yet?”

"Yes, this is just the beginning. You may not know what you and your companions have done."

"Is it serious?" Zaolu asked with some concern after looking at the pierced body of the inner guard next to Hellagur.

"The old nobles of Ursus have never been defeated by a group of irregular troops—no, never by a group of infected people. The impact of this incident may be suppressed by the top leaders, but no one can be sure how far this fire will eventually spread."

Herag frowned and looked at the icon of the Castle of Saint Steed, then seemed to notice something and his expression became much more relaxed.

"But at least at this moment, you can celebrate your courage and awareness, Miss Natalia."

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr.... Um, Mr. Hellagur. We all thought you wouldn't get involved in this, but you helped anyway, and even brought those infected along with you."

Zaolu bowed seriously to Hellagur.

"Because Nayin kept pestering me, asking me to help that funny crosstalk performer. That's all."

Hellagur ruffled Zaolu's hair, smiled briefly, and prepared to leave the signal tower.

——These young people really turned the gears of history

Herag thought of the boy known as the Silent One. He was afraid that Baikal would never understand in the end that his originally perfect plan would be completely ruined because of a complete "outsider".

If Orson hadn't helped Zaolu, if Zaolu hadn't trusted Orson, if the Rostov family had considered Orson suspicious, if Orson hadn't used his purest self to connect with Nayin, if the people of the North hadn't raised their banners in rebellion...

Countless ifs connect the events together, but this is not a "miracle".

Or rather, this is the 'miracle' that the young man personally won.

As for the situation of this outsider at this time——

"Honestly! Although the identity of Duke Tallulah is true, the Emperor hasn't responded at all. I can't tell whether what you said is true or false!"

Inside the tent, the soldiers who finally came to their senses rushed forward, tied up Orson and threw him on the torture horse, waiting for the subsequent command and processing by the general of the Third Army.

"Why do I always feel like I'm the only one who gets frustrated..."

Orson, who was tied up with a ball gag and a blindfold, complained in his heart, was he really holding the script of the protagonist?

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Chapter 1 - The Silence of the Integration Movement, End

65. Epilogue (Part 2) (End of this Chapter) (Additional Update )

"..."

In a single room in Chernobyl People's Hospital, Orson was lying on the bed with his limbs wrapped in bandages and plaster, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Orson, I made some porridge for you earlier. It was made according to the cooking method of Yan Country. Um... I, I will blow it for you--"