Antipa’s letter quickly received a response, in which Antipa proposed the idea of partitioning Cape, a plan Antipa had been contemplating all along, and the other party surprisingly did not allow it.
Not allowed? Then let’s continue fighting.
Although the deserter Daniel constantly urged Antipa to take the opportunity to retreat, it was clear that they should first return to the Eastern Border and figure out what the Black Fog truly was. However, Antipa really did not want to give up on the rich territory of the Central Region.
According to the observations of the Demon Clan scouts, the army from the Northern Border this time brought a lot of weaponry, but it was not the full strength of the Northern Border, only the Royal Guards under the Northern Border Governor and the Second Army, while some units were still on the way.
If they could take down the Northern Border Governor at this moment, then the terrifying Northern Border would just be a pile of loose sand.
Antipa had been cautious for a long time, but at that moment, under the influence of the Black Fog behind them, Antipa’s gambling instincts kicked in. After all, the temptation was too great; winning this battle would free them from the nightmare known as the Northern Border.
Moreover, Antipa had previously discovered the weaknesses of those iron monsters. As long as some Demon Soldiers could approach the iron monsters with explosives or short-range lethal Bloodline Magic, those iron monsters would still turn into a pile of immobile scrap metal.
Besides, those iron monsters were not agile in turning either their bodies or their gun barrels, so as long as it was a field battle, there would be a chance.
Additionally, those who escaped, including Augustus and the Royal Capital Nobles swore that due to the purge instigated by Lind, the mood inside the Royal Capital was anxious. If the Demon Clan Celestial Forces were to move again, the citizens inside the city would surely prepare themselves to welcome the Demon Clan Celestial Forces.
Of course, when referring to the citizens inside the city, it meant those nobles who had not managed to escape.
Under normal circumstances, Antipa would definitely not listen to the nonsense of these nobles, but the truth was that Antipa really wanted to fight, so with the support of various factions apart from Daniel, a huge Demon God Offspring hiding within the Black Fog moved.
To lure the opponent out into a field battle, the current troop strength was insufficient, so they needed to get more and more Demon God Offspring and those monsters onto the battlefield.
Thanks to the corrupted people in the Eastern Border, Sludge Monsters could be summoned in abundance.
As for the location of the field battle, it was also quite obvious—the railway connecting the Royal Capital and the Northern Border. Only by completely cutting off the opponent’s support route could they achieve encirclement without attacking and lure the opponent out for a field battle.
Without further ado, a massive shadow emerged from the distant fog, and the Demon Clan began to act again.
At that time in the Royal Capital, the presence of the former Queen Lilith and the current King Cliff caused the people in the city, at least those citizens in the Outer District who had been helped by Lilith, to fiercely curse the coup plotters.
In a way, it truly could be considered a boiling storm.
As Cliff stood on the stage detailing his speech, he looked at the angry public below, feeling his voice grow quieter and quieter, losing confidence. If it weren’t for the echo magic, the people might not have been able to hear what Cliff was saying at all.
Not that it mattered as he didn’t clearly hear it anyway, because no matter what Cliff had said, the angry voices below had already overshadowed everything.
In a truly passionate recital by the Bard, Cliff still played a positive role in stabilizing the situation against the coup, preserving the last bit of face for the Augustus family; otherwise, Cliff couldn’t imagine how he would be treated by the enraged citizens below.
It would probably be as humiliating as those royals dragged out for a public display and stoned to death.
Lind had managed to bring everyone he could to the Royal Capital this time, including Lysha and those craftsmen, and currently, those people were busy transforming half of the Obelisk being constructed in the Royal Capital, which meant that providing energy for the weapons of the Northern Border Army was no longer an issue.
At that moment, Lind was visiting the former Chancellor of the Kingdom, Nora.
In theory, Nora was still the current Chancellor, but since it was impossible to have both a temporary chancellor and a current Chancellor simultaneously, Nora had to be retired early.
To be honest, Lilith had not expected that Nora could actually survive the self-detonation; the 550C shield seemed to possess a minimal life-extension function that allowed Nora to hang on.
However, Nora was now entirely charred black, and although she still had consciousness, it appeared that she could not recover in a short time.
“Your Majesty survived? That’s great…”
After being force-fed healing potions, Nora could barely speak, and after listening to Lind’s explanation, she was bandaged and in pain, yet managed to converse with him.
“She is no longer the king.”
“Well, that’s good.”
Upon hearing this news, Nora felt somewhat relieved, but before she could begin to lament, Lind asked, “Are your eyes alright?”
Nora thought Lind was concerned about her injury, so she replied, “Thanks to you, Northern Border Governor, I can see things clearly now.”
“Good.”
Lind nodded and said, “Then let’s get to work.”
“?”
“I have taken down too many nobles; although most of them are just useless drinkers and gluttons, the administrative staff I brought this time is not sufficient. We still need to fill many vacant positions, especially officials who understand the situation in the Royal Capital. Lilith is currently busy with matters concerning the Church, so I’ll let you handle some affairs in the Royal Capital.”
“Northern Border Governor, although I can hear, see, and talk, my body…”
Before Nora could finish, a Bard came over, placed documents in front of Nora, and pulled out paper and pen, making the intention very clear.
“……”
After bringing the former Chancellor back to work, Lind then went to a prison.
Bernice, who followed behind Lind, sighed after taking a look inside, “It really is madness.”
Madness? That would be too lenient for this guy. Besides, Claire was, in a way, one of the sources of legitimacy for Lind’s actions in the Royal Capital. Lind looked up to see Claire performing alone in the prison, sitting dignifiedly in the grand hall.
“550C, can it be cured?”
“Psychological issues are difficult to fundamentally cure, but it can make the person briefly coherent.”
“That’s enough…”
When Claire awakened, she found herself being taken to the judgment platform, surrounded by filthy commoner faces, while a Bard seemingly read out her crimes beside her.
In a hazy understanding, Claire realized what had previously happened and started to struggle on the judgment platform.
“You lowly scum, what qualifications do you have to judge me!”
Claire’s face was twisted, no longer bearing the demeanor of a princess, as she struggled on the judgment platform.
Facing the raving Claire, the Bard beside her was not afraid but continued to methodically recite Claire’s accusations.
“I am the Queen of this country; I am the true heir of this nation!”
Claire’s voice hissed like a snake—cold, sharp, and insane: “Lilith is nothing but a lowly bloodline; I am the fated one. Why can’t you lowly bloodlines understand?!”
After saying this, Claire seemed to achieve some sort of psychological victory and stopped being tense, beginning to laugh wildly instead. Indeed, she was of noble blood; Lilith was merely a lowly person, and it was perfectly normal for lowly people to idolize her. It was a pity that her elder brother did not understand this truth.
Claire, like a drowning person grasping at imaginary straws, went mad after continuously declaring her victory.
Listening to Claire’s talk of psychological victory on the platform, the surrounding commoners grew more and more enraged. The Queen had done so well, yet this person nearly usurped her position, and now this person still spewed insults against Her Majesty from the stage.
Fortunately, the trial soon came to a close, and the dust settled.
Lind dealt with Claire promptly, even without notifying Lena and Lilith, swiftly cutting the tangled knot.
Inside the Royal Palace, Kuf couldn’t help but sigh repeatedly.
