Chapter XXXVIII
Every day in the imperial capital, Dimitea? Prince Grexia will go to his mother, who is not in good health, Lichenda? Empress Greechia, greetings. Liqinda is not Dimi's biological mother, but Dimi treats her like a biological mother.
Can be ...... today Dimi didn't get to see his mother.
"The Empress is too ill to see anyone," the guard told him, "Your Highness Dimiteo, you better go back first." β
Dimi walked sullenly in the corridors of the palace. He was a little uneasy, but there was really nothing he could do about his adoptive mother's illness.
"Your Highness!" Suddenly, a herald came rushing from him, one leg touching the ground, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.
"Engor Manor...... Wait a minute. After listening to the herald's report, Dimi's expression suddenly changed.
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in the main hall.
"Ensure the safety of His Highness Dimiteo and His Highness Katerina."
"Summoning Elrios' 'Empress of Change', 'Pale Moon', 'Star of the Stars', Okad's 'Eternal Blood'. Confirm their whereabouts. β
"Gather all the city guards. All Secret Ritual Casters (Secret Rite Warriors), Arcane Spellcasters (Mages), and Divine Spellcasters (Priests and Paladins) below the Blue Sea level in the Imperial Capital, regardless of their affiliation, are to assemble in the Imperial Palace, City Guard Barracks, Mercenary Guild, and Church Square nearby. Blue Ocean level spellcasters, gather in front of the palace hall. Violators are arrested. β
"A curfew was declared. All nobles and commoners returned home at once. Those who are barons or above and who are unable to return home in public office must inform them of their reasons before the sun sets. β
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One order after another was signed. Friedrich? Prime Minister Ngor sat expressionlessly in the main hall, his ebony seat floating in the air, surrounded by the Blue Sea Rank who had heard the news.
A secret warrior led by the Count of Hahn, the captain of the city guard. , the arcane spellcasters led by the chief battle mage Viscount Xavier, and the magic casters led by the Holy See Archbishop Anselm were all present. Friedrich? Prime Minister Ngol was the shortest one present, but when he spoke, no one dared to interject.
Until a dark-brown-haired figure broke into the main hall.
"His Highness Dimi." Everyone present bowed slightly.
"It's rude......"
Dimi was dressed in a military uniform, and anxiety occupied his handsome face. His eyes fell on the golden throne in the middle of the hall. He had expected his father to sit there, but now the throne was empty.
"Your Majesty is not in the imperial capital now." Prime Minister Ngor said.
"It's up to us now, Your Highness Dimi." The bearded Count of Hahn said angrily.
"The Engor Manor is under attack by the enemy, isn't it?" Dimi asked.
"We can't confirm the enemy's purpose yet," said Viscount Xavier, the bright red robes prominent, "but it is likely that the Ngol Plane Prison is the enemy's real target." β
"Please allow me to lead my troops, Prime Minister." Dimi said.
Victoria was still there.
"Your Highness Dimiteo," said Viscount Xavier, speaking in a very sharp tone, "please remain calm. This may be a trap laid by the enemy. We must not let you risk anything until we find out. We may have lost Her Highness Bina forever. We may have lost His Highness Victor. We must not ......"
Dimi didn't feel his anger welling up. This guy. What is he talking about......
"'We may have lost Her Highness Bena'," only to hear Dimi say angrily, "We may have lost His Highness Victor." Oh my God, what more do we want to lose? β
Everyone looked at Dimi with surprise. Dimi's personality is so gentle, it's rare to see him angry.
"Dimy," said Chancellor Friedrich, regretting why he had told him the information without reservation, "we didn't ...... it."
"What more do we have to lose?" Dimi asked rhetorically, anger filling his chest, "I may have lost two important relatives and friends. Bina, Victor...... I don't want to lose third place again. β
The petite blonde figure crossed Dimi's mind.
The crowd was speechless. Viscount Xavier's mouth opened, but in the end he didn't say anything. Archbishop Anselm began to fiddle with his robes. Chancellor Friedrich, the dwarf, stood up directly from his chair and floated in the air. Only Count Hahn gave Dimi an approving look.
"No 'Grecchia' would hide behind the walls of the palace and let the warriors charge without doing anything, and my two fathers would never allow me to do so." Dimi said.
The crowd was silent.
And the young Secret Ritual Warrior has unsheathed the "Heavenly Dome". The glow of the setting sun shines through the window on the incomparably sharp blade of the "Sky Dome", reflecting Dimitea? Grecia's resolute face.
"I swear by the name of the 'Heavenly Dome,'" Dimi's voice was slow but firm, "and whatever happens, I will bring the hostages back safely." Therefore...... Allow me to fight, Prime Minister. β
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The prime minister looked at Dimi with a complicated expression. It seems that he is indeed becoming more and more like his father, the prime minister couldn't help but think to himself. I just don't know which one it's more like, the biological father or the adoptive father?
"Please let me fight." Dimi repeated one side again.
"Promise him, Fred," said Earl Hahn, "and I ask to fight." I'll be optimistic that His Highness Dimi won't let him mess around. Besides, even if you stop Dimi, he'll be desperate to find an opportunity to rush out. β
In fact, Count Hahn and Dimi were also anxious. Jane and Jessica, the two daughters of Count Hahn, are both in Ngol Manor, and their fate is unknown. He wanted to rush over and tear all his enemies to shreds.
Chancellor Friedrich sighed. He couldn't blame Dimi. If you, Hywell, or Lichenda were in a state of uncertainty about life and death...... Dietford would have gone crazy when he was younger. Maybe you won't even be able to report and rush over. There's no way around it. Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between a mystical warrior and a mage?
"Well," he said, "I promise you. The casters are already waiting outside. Choose someone you trust and be ready to act. β
"I hope Your Majesty's strategy succeeds." The Prime Minister thought to himself.
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Outside the main hall. John? Goth, Levy? Fedorovich, Beverle? Bartholomew, the three Black Apostles, watched the Imperial people anxiously dispatch their troops, and people came and went.
"We can't look at it like that anymore." Goth said.
"But we're outsiders," LΓ©vy whispered, "and now they won't trust us completely." At least for now, they won't allow us to leave the palace. β
Goth glanced at Levi disapprovingly. This guy must be hiding something, Goth thought. But now is not the time to worry about that.
"Sister Belvier." Goth looked at the silver-haired woman to the side.
"Oh?" Vervielle chuckled.
"Let these Imperials see the strength of the 'Empress of Change,'" Goth said, "and let's go." β
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Okard Embassy.
A young female warrior Li Jie? Clemens is throwing a tantrum.
"Won't tell us anything!" Dressed in black, she said, waving her arms so hard that she almost broke the vase on the table, "Apparently the Empire is in troubleβand we?" Under house arrest here! We ......"
"The Imperials don't think we're really suspicious, they're just in case," said the silver-masked man "Eternal Blood" sitting on the side, "otherwise, we wouldn't be just under house arrest." β
An unplanned attack, the silver-masked man thought. The Imperials are not so stupid that they can't even handle such a thing.
"But they should at least let us prove our integrity!" Lijie said excitedly, looking out the window, "I'm a soldier, not a politician." I could feel the atmosphere of the street. I've never had ...... While everyone was thinking about how to fight, sit in the house in a daze. β
"Eternal Blood" sighed. He had only heard more information from the church staff than Lijie, and he didn't think it was a good idea to act rashly. But......
"Do you really want to fight, Lijie?" "Eternal Blood" sighed.
"At least don't sit here and do nothing." Lijie said.
"Good." "Eternal Blood" smiled, "Let's go." β