Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1102 - Chapter 1102 Chapter 338 Return to the East Wilderness

Chapter 1102: Chapter 338: Return to the East Wilderness Chapter 1102: Chapter 338: Return to the East Wilderness The situation Leonard Churchill had deduced was actually not much different from Catherine Carter’s thoughts.

The Alliance Army wanted to close the power gap in the war against the Southern Continent, and machinery technology was currently the only choice.

However, the mass production of Mechanical Battle Armor required large high-precision factories and Mechanical Drawings, and right now most of these critical resources were in the East Wilderness.

Also, the Song Family was a very important element in the development of machinery technology.

Given the nature of the Orlan Royal Family, no matter how many times Leonard Churchill had performed his deductions, he could not see them having any chance of victory.

Moreover, he didn’t think a king who could sacrifice everyone to contribute to his Law of Fear could lead the card masters of the East Wilderness to win the war.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t interested in who held power; he just didn’t like it.

Now the Vanguard Legion of the Red Dragon Kingdom had already traversed the Void Rift, and the frontline of the battlefield was on the East Continent, and initially, Churchill had planned to go and see the situation for himself.

Catherine had mentioned Lew Williams’s condition, and he also intended to take a look.

Whether it was the Song Family or that chubby kid, Churchill had reasons to pay a visit.

Moreover, he had previously discussed the situation with Aragon, and the Rebel Dragon Army had some plans that needed his help.

Also, an old friend who studied at the Federal Mechanics Institute hadn’t been seen for a long time.

…

Leonard Churchill and Catherine Carter were already very familiar with each other, and there was no need for beating around the bush when they spoke.

When Catherine mentioned Lew Williams’s affair, it was not only because he and Churchill were friends.

She was also hoping Churchill could help look into the issue of the “Titan Mechanical Blueprint,” the discussion was casual yet also a collaboration.

Churchill naturally didn’t mind this kind of frankness between friends.

Their relationship always seemed like this, mutually respectful and aligned–friends, confidants, and partners.

The atmosphere of the conversation was relaxed.

Outsiders probably couldn’t imagine that plans crucial to the future direction of the war were being determined during the casual conversation between the two.

Churchill could see that Catherine genuinely seemed like she wanted to drink.

She drank one glass after another, a fair amount.

It seemed like she had a lot of emotions suppressed within her, and only when she saw Churchill, a friend, could she share some thoughts that she couldn’t express to others.

Before they realized it, a pile of empty bottles had accumulated.

Because Catherine was only wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, her slender, fair neck and a large expanse of skin were exposed in the air.

Her skin was unusually pale to begin with, and now flushed from the alcohol, a faint redness spread from her neck to her cheeks, her eyes hazy.

After a crisp clinking of glasses, Catherine suddenly asked, “Leonard, do you know why I wanted to become this ‘Allied Commander’?”

Churchill glanced at her, and when she indicated she wanted to talk, he became a good listener, “Why?”

A sharp look flickered in Catherine’s eyes, “Because… I want power. Only with sufficient power can I accomplish what I want to do.”

Churchill listened without surprise, quietly waiting for more, “Oh?”

A statement full of ambition, yet it conveyed a sense of steadfastness amidst burden.

Being a wartime commander isn’t easy.

Catherine took her time to answer, glancing at Churchill with a drunk, hazy look, and added, “You’re the first one I’ve told.”

A light smile appeared at the corner of Churchill’s mouth, and he replied, “It’s an honor~”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Catherine continued with a slightly languid tone, “Two hundred years ago, our ancestors breached Dragon City. The five major families and the core members of the Rebellion Army signed the Federal Equality Declaration together, creating the New Federation. Back then, everyone was thinking of creating a card master civilization that was equal and free, without oppression and exploitation, without slaves and nobles…”

As she mentioned this history, Churchill saw a mysterious reverence in her eyes.

With a light clink of her glass, Catherine took a sip and continued, “When I was very young, I loved to rummage through the archives and manuscripts in my family’s library. Strangely enough, even then I could clearly feel the passion our ancestors poured onto those pages, and the greatness of their aspirations…”

Looking at Churchill, she smiled, her lips curving lightly, “Can you imagine? Me, at five or six years old, already harboring a strong desire to become a Federal Senator and then build the kind of nation our forebears dreamed of. I even made that ‘grand wish’ when I was six on my birthday. I remember clearly, my grandfather laughed and told me not to say dreams out loud or they won’t come true. Since then, I never spoke of it to anyone else.”

…

As she spoke, Churchill could already picture the scene: a grand birthday party, a little girl in a princess dress with an innocent face, waving her tiny fists, declaring her aspirations with the seriousness of an adult in front of everyone.

In the brief moment Churchill lost himself in that image, Catherine caught it, her drunkenness revealing an unprecedented playfulness, “You’re not going to laugh at me, are you?”

…

Churchill shook his head with a smile.

In his current perspective, it was more than an ideal; in some ways, it was her Life Pattern.

Not just anyone’s family library would contain such precious historical archives.

Catherine showed a satisfied smile in response to her sole audience’s attitude.

Then her smile faded, and she turned the conversation, continuing, “Later as I grew up, I gradually realized that the Federation I was seeing was straying from the path of the ideal civilization our ancestors envisioned. Power had become a catalyst for corruption, a tool for dispute over interests. The discussions in the Federal Parliament were no longer about the efforts for the progress of human civilization, but were filled with manipulative scheming over the distribution of interests. As if bloated, decaying monsters sat in the seats, sustaining their wealth and dignity by bleeding the commoners dry…”