The sun rises as usual.

Etaninburgh is once again thriving.

It was as if last night's chaos was just a nightmare, and after the sun appeared, it melted like ice and snow.

Merchants began to enter and exit the Third Ring Road.

The soldiers began to make routine shifts.

Civilians began to work again.

Except for the blockaded shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road, there is no difference.

Old Wharton stood at the door of the blockaded area, listening to the words of the temporary head here, although the other party was very young, the old marquis did not slack off at all.

Because, he knows who the other party represents.

It's not just 'fog'.

There are also snake witchers.

The latter, in particular, was now part of Etandine VI's plan.

He doesn't allow anything to go wrong.

"We will obey the Lord's instructions and go to a makeshift resting place."

"But before we can do that, we need some food and water, and some tents."

Erin made her own request.

The sentences are smooth and the words are clear.

She forced herself to remain calm in the face of a marquis, and in the bottom of her mind, she silently recited the honorific title of 'Mist'.

Obviously, this is useful.

At the very least, Sivalka, who was hidden in the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief.

He could see that the old marquis in front of him had no ill intentions, and as long as Erin didn't make a mistake, they would be able to get the food, water, and tent they needed most.

Especially the latter!

You must know that the winter in Hokuriku is really terrible.

You can survive for days without food or water.

But if you don't have a tent to keep out the cold, it will kill you in one night.

"Okay."

"At noon, food, water, tents will be delivered."

"I promise you."

"Please take me to say hello to the Crown."

The old marquis smiled kindly.

Erin nodded slightly.

"Thank you for all you do for us."

The little girl walked back to the crowd and told the people who were waiting for the good news.

Suddenly, the people let out cheers.

"Thank you 'Mist' and thank my Lord!"

"Thank you 'Mist' and thank my Lord!"

……

Such voices come and go.

The old marquis looked at it with a smile, but at the moment he turned around.

The smile on the old marquis's face instantly retracted.

He had anticipated the development of events and had been prepared for what was happening in front of him.

It was only when he saw it with his own eyes that he realized that the impact of those existences on ordinary people was far beyond his imagination.

"You never knew that in a country, the king is the most important!"

"As for the rest?"

"It's all subordinate and secondary."

"Includes ......"

"Gods!"

Looking at this scene, the old marquis became more and more firm in his thoughts.

Theocracy overrides royal power, and I don't know when it appeared.

Maybe after I was assassinated?

Maybe after the II reforms?

He didn't know.

But he knew that the majesty of the first was the prosperity of the second.

Only a truly wise monarch is everything to a king, not a god.

"Another wild dog-like greedy fellow has appeared in Etaninburgh!"

"I hope you won't be blinded by ambition and do anything bad!"

"Otherwise, you'll just fall into remorse!"

The old marquis said silently in his heart, and strode towards the city gate.

There, a team of royal guards had been waiting for a long time.

After the old marquis returned, the team began to pass through the city gate corridor and came to the outside of Etantoinoburg, riding on the war horse, the old marquis looked into the distance, and when he saw a team on the horizon, especially after the flag of that team was displayed, the old marquis's face naturally had a little more smile.

It's not the kind of camouflage that it just was.

It's from the bottom of my heart.

It was a longsword banner.

In Etandin, it is known that this belonged to the family coat of arms of the Viscount of Sika.

However, the difference is that the banner does not have the blood-stained sword insignia on it.

Only a sharp sword.

The blood-stained sword has always belonged to the insignia of the Temple of War, and it has always been on the coat of arms of Viscount Sika, which is also known to the people, after all, the Viscount is a devout believer in the Temple of War.

But now?

The old marquis smiled again.

"We're going to meet the new lord of the Sika Lord!"

The old marquis said this, and he patted his horse and walked away.

The royal guards immediately followed.

In the distance, Sika Ling and his party had already seen the royal escort team coming, but this team did not stop, they continued to move forward according to the orders of their own adults.

In that largest carriage, Erin. Sika was a little nervous.

The last time she came to Etaninburg, she had followed her brother to His Majesty's ball.

Ten years have passed since then.

Moreover, everything was in the hands of her old butler and brother, and she only needed to sit there quietly, but now that the old butler had long since passed away, and her brother had died not long after.

Thankfully, Simon is still with her.

Subconsciously, the Baroness grabbed Simon's palm.

She needed comfort.

The higher spirits can clearly sense this.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered."

The superior evil spirit said very confidently.

It did as the boss had told it to do in the early stage.

Both the 'Mist' and the 'Snake Sect' are done.

Now it's the 'Sika' leader who is waiting.

Or rather, to be precise......

That Etandin VI!

The other party's ill intentions, its boss has been confirmed.

In fact, thanks to Gersack.

The memories and imaginations of the other party helped a lot.

At the very least, it makes up for quite a few things they don't know and makes their next actions clearer.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

Hearing the consolation of the superior evil spirit, the baroness breathed a sigh of relief, but still hoped for more guidance, as if this was the only way to reassure her.

"Just be normal."

"Answer what you can."

"If you can't answer, leave it to me."

The superior demon said.

"Understood."

The Baroness nodded.

At this time, the convoy stopped, and Rogett's rough voice rang out.

"Your Excellency, Baroness, the messenger who greets us has arrived."

"Got it."

The superior demon glanced at the Baroness, then pushed the door and stepped out of the carriage.

At the same time, the old marquis also jumped off the war horse with his hand.

The two sides were ten meters apart, looking at each other.

The face is ordinary, but the eyes are gentle.

A messenger of the gods?

Sure enough, it's all deceptive.

I hope you will be able to do the same for a while.

The old marquis looked at the face of the superior evil spirit at this moment, and thought secretly in his heart.

And the upper evil spirits are much more direct.

The evil spirit's [intuition] has given it more information.

There is a malice and schadenfreude in the calm?

Do you want to see the good show of 'Mist' and 'God of War'?

I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.

The high-ranking evil spirit, who knew about the state of the 'God of War' and 'Lady Calamity', sneered in his heart, but the gentle smile on his face did not change at all.

"Hello, Marquis Wharton."

The superior demon saluted.

Not the liturgy of the Hokuriku aristocracy, but the liturgy of the 'Mist' church.

With his hands in front of him, he stretched out five fingers with one hand and two fingers with the other, making up a number seven and bowing slightly.

"Hello, Simon Emissary."

After meticulous Hokuriku aristocratic etiquette, the old Marquis of Wharton straightened his waist.

Neither the superior evil spirit nor the old marquis asked such a childish question as why the other party knew his identity.

It was as if both sides had deliberately ignored that Etandin VI had sent a royal guard.

They looked at each other and smiled, and began to talk like a normal process.

"What about the Baroness?"

The old marquis asked.

"Sika has the new lord in the car."

"The continuous rush has exhausted the lord."

"And last night's cold wind made the lord even more unwell, so it was inconvenient to meet guests."

The superior demon replied with a smile undiminished.

"Really?"

"There are a lot of good doctors in the royal family, do you need me to arrange it?"

The old marquis asked again.

"It couldn't be better."

The superior demon responded.

"So what are we waiting for?"

The old marquis motioned for his warhorse, and after the superior evil spirit nodded, he immediately remounted his horse, and the superior evil spirit also returned to his carriage.

When they couldn't see each other's figures, both sides were in their hearts at the same time-

Heh, tui.

The old marquis already knew everything that happened in Sika's territory in great detail.

He hoped to win over Sika Ling as an aid to Aitandine VI.

Unfortunately, the temptation just now had already shown that the new lord was not inclined to Etandine VI.

The other side is no different from the old party.

All he cares about is his title and territory.

Never looked at things from a higher height.

"It's a shame."

The old marquis let out such a sigh.

Also sighing are the higher spirits.

"That Etandin VI is even more ambitious than you think."

The superior demon looked at the puzzled baroness and immediately explained.

"The 'new order' is just the beginning."

"The new nobility is but a temptation by His Majesty."

"Once it's successful, it's time for the other side to really bring the land under their control."

"How is this possible?"

"The decree of the second, even His Majesty the Sixth, it is impossible to change it!"

The Baroness said in surprise.

"Not a change!"

"It's ......"

"When no one inherits it, it will naturally become his."

The superior evil spirit reminded.

"You mean...... The Southern Islands? ”

The baroness, who was not stupid, immediately thought of something.

Etandine's layout of the Southern Islands was not a secretive matter.

As long as you know a little about the national situation, you know that under the premise that the south has been pacified, the southern islands have become the next strategic goal of the kingdom.

War breaks out almost at any moment.

But Aitandine was not gloomy.

On the contrary, the whole of Etandin was excited.

It doesn't matter if it's a new aristocrat on the horizon, or an old aristocracy.

Because, breaking ground will be the most desired and fastest way for every nobleman to be promoted.

As for failure?

I'm afraid no one will think about it.

After all, the Southern Islands are too small compared to the whole of Hokuriku.

Although there are many islands, there are only a group of natives and pirates on them, and they are completely vulnerable to the regular army of Aitandine.

Therefore, all the nobles jumped to the test.

But what if this war is lost?

Or, even worse, what about the death of a large number of nobles at the same time as the war was lost?

The Baroness shuddered at the thought of this.

Because, she could fully imagine that the nobles who died and had no heirs would become heroes, and the nobles who survived or had heirs would be ...... Sinner!

Sinners who lost this war!

Moreover, the charges are all ready-made.

For example: delaying fighter planes, snatching military merits, framing colleagues, and so on.

Whew, whew!

The baroness's breath became rapid.

She shook her head, trying to throw the image out of her mind.

Because, she knew that if everything went as she thought, Sika Ling would inevitably become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of that sixth world, and then, she would naturally be targeted everywhere.

Even, if His Majesty the Sixth had the idea that he would be in peace before he was outside, Sika Ling would soon be hit hard.

And it's not that hard.

The easiest thing is to kill her.

Then, kill her son again.

Sika, who had no heir, naturally became Aitandine VI's.

The baroness, whose face changed again and again, subconsciously grabbed Simon's hand.

She was thinking about how she could change her situation.

It can not only ensure its own safety, but also ensure the land of Sika's territory.

If you really can't do it......

It's not impossible to trade the latter for the former.

The Baroness, who was born to understand the heart, was not a persistent person.

She understands what is important.

Otherwise, she would not have been ready to go to Etaninburgh immediately after her brother's death, and at that time, she was holding the idea of exchanging Sika for peace.

Feeling the baroness's intense thoughts, the superior evil spirit couldn't help but put his palm on the baroness's palm.

"I said it before."

"It's not as bad as you think."

"Even ......"

"In some ways, it's still good for us."

"Don't forget who you are."

"You are both a nobleman and a believer in the 'fog'."

The superior evil spirit reminded the Baroness.

"Will my lord help us?"

The Baroness asked.

"Of course."

"In fact, my Lord has already begun to help us."

The superior demon whispered to the baroness that his boss had obtained a territory and that witchers would be stationed.

The Baroness's eyes lit up.

The witcher was powerful, she had read about it in books.

If there were more witchers to help her, even His Majesty the Sixth would be helpless.

Because, the other party's means will never be on the table.

It can only be done privately.

Looking at the baroness with a reassuring smile, the superior evil spirit pulled out his palm without a trace, and then quietly put it behind him and wiped it.

It's still not used to it.

Still awkward.

Even if it stands to reason that evil spirits have no gender.

But its memory comes from 'Mary'.

This memory makes it feel like it's on pins and needles, if it weren't for its own boss, it would have turned into a knife in its palm and gave the other party a good time.

Alas.

Couldn't help it, the superior evil spirit sighed.

Because, it knows, the difficulty in front of it is only the first.

The second, the third, will come soon.

Moreover, it is much more difficult than the first.

It's not just a matter of just talking about it.

Hope it doesn't hurt too much.

The superior evil spirit prayed in his heart.

And at this moment, at the gates of Etaninburgh, a team of men appeared.

They are extraordinary and full of fighting spirit.

Wearing......

Temple of War costumes.

One by one, they looked at the slowly approaching convoy, their eyes full of hostility.