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Chapter 922: 755: Already Arrived_2

Chapter 922: Chapter 755: Already Arrived_2

The Holy Court army laid down their weapons, looking up devoutly at the figure on the high platform in faith.

The mark of the Sun Crown shone brilliantly in the light.

The blood in the corners of the Royal Capital had not yet dried, but this Empire City-State seemed to have embraced its rebirth.

“In the name of my god, Radiance!”

…

…

The Holy Court’s coronation ceremony concluded perfectly.

Yet, spreading this news across the entire human continent will take some time.

Even in some remote areas, they are unaware of the incident at the Gate of Palas yesterday, unaware that the Royal Capital has changed hands, and unaware that this vast human empire is half under new rule.

However, the churches in major cities are striving to spread this news.

Not to mention, various military districts and countless noble lords are rapidly disseminating this information everywhere.

The former is for the glory of the Holy Court.

The latter is to safeguard their own interests.

But in any case.

The news should spread by tomorrow.

“Just one more night to wait.”

Zuo Fang sprawled on the sofa without any care for his image.

Xu Shuo sat beside him reading a Magic Book, earnestly studying the magical constructs of this world, ignoring his complaints.

Now they need do nothing.

Just wait.

But some people were still quite busy.

…

The Duke of Silver didn’t wait for Xu Shuo’s coronation ceremony to start. After capturing Fahl City, he left the Silver Shield Legion in the Eastern Continent and flew back overnight to the Silver City-State in the North with Snowy Egret Yue.

The reason was none other than to migrate the Silver City-State.

Although his side quest was inexplicably completed, the slots on the Character Card were still not filled, and the Duke of Silver had no intention of giving up this rare Character Card.

So naturally, he would find ways to fulfill the character’s wish and fill the slots.

Now the faction quest is near completion.

Unlike typical scripts, faction scenarios directly trigger the end game countdown once a faction’s quest is completed.

Before that, uncompleted side quests.

They are directly judged as failed.

And the unfinished Character Cards naturally disappear.

The Snow Eagle flew a thousand miles in an instant, but sustained flight all night exhausted it to the point that by the next noon, it could barely flap its wings, just as the Duke of Silver arrived in the North.

Fortunately, before he left previously.

He had hinted to the steward about the intent to migrate the Silver City-State, so preparations were not rushed at this moment.

As for where to migrate to.

During the idle time on campaign marches, the Duke of Silver had already looked at the map and found several suitable locations, though those locations were all other people’s City-States.

But that doesn’t matter.

They could just charge in and take over that City-State!

Look at that Governor.

A count of the Saint Vlaro Empire faction?

Then there’s no problem; they can fight!

The Duke of Silver acted decisively and swiftly; the count had barely reacted after being ousted from his castle, standing bewildered in the icy snow.

Who am I? Where am I? Can I go back?

Had I just encountered a northern bandit?

After confirming the migration location, the Duke of Silver began to worry about whether the migration could be completed in a day.

But before he could figure it out.

He opened the Player’s Handbook by chance and found the Character Card slots had unknowingly been filled.

Duke of Silver: “…”

Furrowing his brows at the card slots, the Duke decisively didn’t dwell on the issue, assuming his all-nighter arranging things in the Far North touched the character.

Since there was no need to rush the migration within a day, the Duke of Silver ceased his hasty preparations.

He leisurely sat in the Silver Castle.

Gazing out at the snow-covered world, the Duke of Silver propped his chin in contemplation.

Shouldn’t need his help over there either, right?

Then there’s no bother flying back.

Snowy Egret Yue lay on the large study’s terrace, feeling the cold wind outside, eyes closed in leisurely rest.

…

…

“Why has this night not yet passed…”

Zuo Fang rolled around bored on the sofa.

Xu Shuo continued quietly reading the Magic Book, seeing through the facade of this inept Chief Knight beside him without a glance.

Unnoticed, Zuo Fang started rolling and wailing.

Finally annoyed, Xu Shuo set down his book and glanced at him: “Either go outside to pass time, or stop making a fuss here, get out!”

Post-coronation, the Holy Court hosted a grand ball in the Traveling Palace at Constantinople.

But Xu Shuo, having shown his face, withdrew, leaving the Priesthood to engage with the distinguished nobles, creating quite an excitement outside.

Zuo Fang, seeing Xu’s genuine impatience, pouted and rolled out.

…

The ancient court melody floated in the night sky.

The cello’s sound was rich and powerful, composing a lyrical yet fervent tune that elevated the ball’s atmosphere layer by layer.

Although it was winter, it felt not cold.

The ball took place in the preceding Golden Square.

Princess Teresa attended in grand dress, thinking of seizing a bit of stage time even until the last moment, so she actively roamed through the ball.

Not far away, Third Princess Fiona watched her with a complex expression.

Once, this youngest sister needed her protection, needing to hide under her wing to survive in the whirlpool of Constantinople.

But surprisingly overnight, their statuses drastically changed, and only now did Fiona realize she had never truly understood her nineteen-year-old sister, sent away since childhood.

Princess Fiona sighed inwardly, then took two pristine wine glasses from the table and stepped toward her.

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