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Chapter 893: 739: Battle

Chapter 893: Chapter 739: Battle

After dismissing the messenger, the room fell silent for a few moments.

Wald XVIII showed no signs of embarrassment. His expression betrayed no surprise, only a thoughtful contemplation.

Duke Brown observed him.

Naturally, he had no intention of disrupting the moment.

Suwalte Fort is an affiliated fortress of the city-state north of the Royal Capital, and is also the closest fortress to the Royal Capital in the north. If an enemy approaches from the north, they would almost certainly pass through here.

Thus, while it may not be bustling, its geographical significance is undeniable.

“Although you have left the Royal Capital, if they discover you in Franks, launching an attack from Suwalte Fort would still be convenient. Your Majesty, should you consider retreating from here first?” Duke Brown said.

“No need. They won’t know I’m here for now, and the army attacking Suwalte Fort is likely just a detached troop.” Wald XVIII said as he studied the map.

“…”

His tone remained resolute.

Duke Brown couldn’t help but wonder what made His Majesty the King so confident.

A king can afford to be capricious.

A subject cannot truly indulge such whims.

Duke Brown pondered for a moment before saying: “How about I deploy Franks’ City Defense Forces to Suwalte? The Ninth Military District is already stationed outside Franks City, so dispatching the defense forces shouldn’t be an issue.”

The Saint Vlaro Empire has hundreds of city-states and fortresses scattered across the continent, with thirty-six military districts. Among them, the Northern Continent has the most districts, followed by the Western Continent. The forces in each district range from one hundred thousand to a million soldiers.

By comparison, the Eastern Continent has the smallest military presence.

This is because, generally speaking, if an enemy’s strength is great enough to break through layers of defensive lines and reach the Royal Capital, resistance would essentially be futile at that stage.

However, this time the situation was slightly different.

The Royal Capital was willingly conceded by His Majesty the King.

At this point, since they didn’t intend to hold the city, their only option was to protect lives.

As long as the Varo Royal Family remains intact.

As long as the King survives.

Then, even if someone else claims the throne, with the backing and strength of the Brown Family, they could still retain control of the empire.

However, this presumption hinges upon one crucial factor.

The imperial authority must not be supplanted by the Holy Court.

Duke Brown asked tentatively: “Your Majesty, what do you think?”

Wald XVIII glanced at him: “Do it.”

In truth, Duke Brown’s loyalty to the Varo Royal Family, in some respects, might even pale in comparison to Duke Russo’s.

But that didn’t matter.

For now, their objectives aligned.

Wald XVIII’s gaze lingered on the map spread across the table, his eyes sweeping back and forth between the flags and the surrounding city-states. Suddenly, his gaze froze on the mark labeled “Rheine City State.”

He hesitated briefly, lost in thought over the connection.

But in the next instant.

Wald XVIII’s expression shifted abruptly.

Those bright blue eyes glimmered faintly, as if catching a trace of unseen light. Wald XVIII suddenly raised his head and, as though sensing something, looked toward the void in front of him.

Then.

He unexpectedly pulled out a thick book from somewhere, opened to its pages, and examined the runes displayed within. A stream of light spilled from his fingertips as he began to construct the patterns.

The runes resembled something akin to Seed Mad Cursive Script, their horizontal strokes forming a series of connected lines, completed in a single stroke.

Standing nearby, Duke Brown watched with slight astonishment, his gaze fixed on the runes hovering midair. He couldn’t discern what kind of magic it was.

In fact, he couldn’t even be certain that it was magic.

After Wald XVIII completed the rune’s construction, he fell silent. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows on the walls, making his expression appear cryptic and unreadable.

Duke Brown couldn’t help but probe cautiously: “Your Majesty, what is it?”

As his words fell.

He watched as the young king suddenly chuckled.

The smile was peculiar, tinged with a dangerous undertone of amusement, like a sword unsheathed, its killing intent laid bare.

Duke Brown involuntarily shivered.

This king, whom he’d watched grow up from childhood.

At this moment seemed utterly unfamiliar.

“Interesting.”

Wald XVIII flipped his hand, stowing away the book.

He turned and said: “Now you can let the troops stationed outside the city enter. Better bring reinforcements too; make sure you guard yourself.”

Wald XVIII finished speaking and didn’t wait for Duke Brown to respond. He opened the door and quickly departed, his figure disappearing swiftly down the corridor beyond the threshold.

By the time Duke Brown regained his composure and chased after him, he only found two guards standing at the doorway, staring at each other in confusion.

“…General Royce?”

Duke Brown paused for a moment before asking hurriedly.

The two guards seemed somewhat dazed themselves: “General Royce… He disappeared after stepping out just now. But I think he went that way?”

The guard on the right pointed toward the corridor.

Apparently, as soon as the door was opened and someone emerged, they had turned toward his direction. However, before they got a good look at who it was.

The figure had already vanished.

Like a gust of wind sweeping through.

Duke Brown’s expression flickered as he said: “Understood. By the way, pass down my orders…”

No matter what happened.

From Wald XVIII’s reaction alone, it was clear that something was unfolding and Franks City would no longer be at ease tonight.

…

…

Franks City was a romantic metropolis.

The materials used for its buildings weren’t the cold stone-gray hues of the north, nor the chaotic, mismatched tones of Tunus City State.

Within the city, tall edifices dotted the skyline, most of them pointed-roofed castles. Bay-leaf brown structures were adorned with climbing vines, and clusters of flowers decorated the windowsills.

The street lamps lining the roads were intricately carved, their mellow yellow light illuminating cobblestone paths bordered by lush, towering trees with robust trunks.

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