The room was quiet, Edward holding a thick book in his hand, but his gaze was unfocused.

Edward has always been diligent in his administration, and even when he was overwhelmed by Donald, he never burned out. Whether it's agricultural output, grain reserves, taxes, army training, floods, or conflicts and wars between nobles, everything is too big or small.

From the moment he sat on the throne, Edward knew that it was his responsibility. The Solan family's talents are withering, and they have internal and external troubles, and they can't tolerate the slightest slackness.

However, in the past two days, Edward has put down all his affairs. Many of the official documents submitted by the various ministries of the Cabinet are still on the table, and I haven't even looked at them.

It's not that the same document is also in the imperial capital, and Elethea will deal with it, but Edward suddenly finds that he is really a little tired.

More than a year after the invasion of Filie, the empire has been in turmoil.

Countless towns have been destroyed in the war, and countless citizens have died with butcher's knives. And the external enemy is currently in a mess inside. Grain production has decreased, prices have skyrocketed, and the aristocracy is intrigued.

If in a few more years, if there were no political enemies and the empire united, he would still be confident that he would clean up the mess and drive out the invading Firetes.

Can ...... now

Edward sighed softly, as if he was running out of time.

Donald has arrived.

As soon as he got the news of Lulian, his empty demon ship had already landed in Atlanta. Like an old hyena that smells of carrion.

The patriarchs of the four major families also came, and the leaders of the five major knight orders also came. There are also those who speak in the imperial political arena, and the nobles who have enough weight to represent the strength of one party, are here.

Among these people, there may be more who support themselves. But to see, to wait, to participate in the redivision of imperial power.

The hundred-year-old imperial power, like an enticing cake, is placed in front of these diners.

Edward was actually very open-minded. It's not about loyalty, it's not about morality. can't keep the throne of the Solan family. It's my own fault, it's my own incompetence, and I can't blame others. Especially now that the Firean army is invading, everyone has to think about the future of the family's descendants.

They had already given Edward a chance. But fate played a joke on Edward.

The three major legions that had been formed, and before they even had time to commit to the war, he had already fallen into a desperate situation because of the involvement of the Lulian war.

Back then, he was able to defeat Donald and gain control of the three major legions. It's also because of Lulian.

Only this time, Edward knew that no miracle would be born.

During these more than 20 prayers, there was no movement on Lulian's side. In the end, all she got was the news that Sophia had ordered the last coalition army to gather and march to the fjord after arriving in Muni City.

When he learned that Roy and the others were rushing to the fjord, Edward was somewhat lucky.

At least reinforcements went.

At least not everyone has been deceived by Mina.

Available over time. This fluke is getting weaker and weaker. Expecting a teenager to lead a group of rookies to turn the tide of battle. It's almost naïve. It was better to be down-to-earth, and now Edward was only thinking about the meeting that would take place after two prayer hours.

The meeting was requested by Donald.

He was ready to stab the Solan family one last time in this meeting.

Despite the people around him, including Mo Ya and Safin. all expressed the intention of openly going to war with Donald. But Edward refused.

The struggle between the aristocracy, although cruel, has tacit understanding and rules that have been formed over thousands of years.

In normal times, he would naturally not let his ancestral inheritance fall into his own hands, so how could he fight to the death with Donald. But now. The enemy is currently pressing the tide, and if he chooses this time to start a war with Donald, it will be tantamount to pulling the entire empire into the abyss.

This is a betrayal of the entire Solan aristocracy, and it is the enemy of everyone.

In doing so, even if you win Donald, you will lose both. When the time comes, what will they use to compete with the Firetes?

When the time comes, it is not only the throne that he will lose in his hands, but also the entire Solan family.

At the end of the day, royalty is also part of the aristocracy. Aside from the imperial power, the Solan family was no different from other nobles. The roots are all rooted here, and they share the weal and woe with others.

If you abdicate yourself, the descendants of the family will be preserved, and some inheritance will be retained. And Donald's disposal of himself is nothing more than exile.

He didn't have the courage to guillotine himself.

The situation is already like this, and it is already an unrealistic fantasy to hope for any miracle. Edward closed the book in his hand, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. Rather, it is better to think about where it would be better to exile yourself.

Perhaps, it would be a good idea to go to Farrington to fight the demons.

Just like many years ago, when I met Roger.

Thinking of Farrington, Edward suddenly remembered something, and pulled out one from the many official documents on his desk.

Nominally, Farrington was a principality of the Saint Soran Empire. All along, Farrington fought with the demons, guarding the Farrington Fortress, and the logistics were jointly provided by the three empires. And the Solan Empire accounted for the lion's share of it.

This has created a very interesting situation, even if the Ferray Empire is now fighting with the Solan Empire, some time ago, it also sent a batch of grain and grass materials to Solan.

"Three thousand war horses, two million arrows, eight hundred four-star demonic bows, one thousand five hundred strong bows, and three thousand ...... mounted spears."

There was a list in the official document, and the number on it was the share of Farrington's military supply borne by the Philae Empire this year, which was enough to arm a legion. For Farrington, however, it was only one-fifth of what was consumed.

Especially this year, the demons' attack on Farrington Fortress has become more and more fierce. On several occasions, demons have climbed the walls of Farrington. It was by the charge of the Farrington knights that they were driven down.

This has never been the case in previous years.

It is ridiculous that under such circumstances, some people on Donald's side actually proposed to cut Solan's supply to Farrington this year, and even proposed to take the military supplies provided by the Philaetes as their own for the war between Solan and Phila.

Naturally, the objects of replenishment, were those regiments loyal to the Donald.

Edward didn't care how ridiculous and rampant these people's calculations were, what he cared about was the calculations themselves.

Maybe three hundred years is too long, and the Broken Sky Mountain Range is too high, so that these people have forgotten the horror of the demon race.

It was not a war between nobles and nobles, nor between the empire of man and the empire of men, but between races and races.

The result of that kind of war is the most complete ruin.

The ruin of the entire human race!

Looking at the official document in his hand, Edward was silent for a while.

Because the empire is in a difficult situation, the grain and grass supplies that should be allocated to Farrington this year have not yet been shipped. However, the patchwork is almost ready, just waiting for the official signing and the order. Edward lifted the quill, which was probably the last thing he could do in this position.

Signing his name and stamping his seal, Edward was about to put down his pen when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

The next moment, the door of the study was slammed open.

There was no report from the attendants, not even knocking on the door, and under the stunned gaze of the guards and servants at the door, the old general Safin, like a sturdy bull, rushed directly in front of him.

"Your Majesty, there's an urgent military report from Sophia!" Safin shouted.

Edward calmly and slowly shoved the quill in his hand into the mouth of the inkwell, waved his attendant to leave, closed the door, and then maintained the dignity of a king, stood up, and looked at Safin.

He was waiting, waiting for that doomed fiasco.

However, after waiting for a long time, he did not wait for the word. In front of him, the old general Safin seemed to have something wrong with his expression.

Safin's breathing was rapid, his eyes almost ecstatic and his slightly trembling body seemed to lead the answer in another unimaginable direction. He just stared at himself. Gritting his teeth. It looked like a volcano that was about to be held back.

Edward's eyes ranged from calm, to doubt, to disbelief......

"Old fellow," the elegant and calm Emperor Edward of St. Solan suddenly scolded, "don't fucking lie to me!"

Safin grinned and laughed. With a clap of his hand, he slammed the battle report on the desk!

The inkwells and official documents on the table all jumped with shock.

Edward lowered his head and looked at Safin's large hand, the rows of words made his brain suddenly lack blood and be dizzy.

"The night canyon victory, Grand Duke Adolf broke through the siege, joined Fano, and annihilated more than 30,000 people of the Southern Army of Feilie!"

"Fjord victory! Sophia's reinforcements will join the fjord defenders and annihilate the Yakuza Forest. Since then, all five Firi armies in the fjord have been wiped out, the fjord defense line is solid, and reinforcements have arrived!"

And when Edward grabbed the battle report violently, the last sentence pierced his eyes like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

"Besiege Minai, flank the front and rear, the fighters are already in front of you! Victory in this battle will completely wipe out the enemy who has invaded Lulian. Annihilation of the main force of the Southern Army of Filie. "He looked at the passage over and over again, muttering over and over again, "These madmen!"

As he read it, Edward only felt a stream of blood rush to the top of his head, and his whole body felt as if he had been electrified.

Edward laughed, tears welling up in his eyes.

He looked up at Safin, and the old general's eyes were already full of tears.

The monarch and the minister just stared at each other with blurred eyes and smiled. The flashing eyes, and even every breath of air, are full of pride...... Ask for a commuter pass...... (To be continued......)