The Velant Empire, with its capital at Helsharem.

In the long halls of the Capitol, lawmakers exchanged heads in their seats, their faces mixed with nervousness, doubt and curiosity.

The light was dim, as if only the dust between black and white and light could be seen.

When the new Prime Minister entered the hall, tension in the parliament chamber reached its peak.

His figure appeared determined and decisive, dressed in a formal black suit and meticulous, as he made his way through the crowd and towards the podium, each step looking heavy and full of meaning.

When he stood on the podium, there was a low cacophony in the audience.

Prime Minister Wilford looked around, took a deep breath, and began his speech.

His voice was firm and powerful, full of passion and determination, and he spoke of the challenges facing the Empire, his attitude, and his belief in the future, not only to illustrate the current situation, but also to inspire his citizens.

Reporters kept a careful record of his words, and lawmakers reacted differently to his speech, with some appearing surprised and others skeptical.

Originally a conservative, he has now shown a more radical attitude, which obviously makes everyone confused about his position.

However, it is undeniable that the new prime minister has shown an extraordinary aura of unwavering presence at this critical juncture.

His speech was not only a statement to the inside of Congress, but also a declaration to the entire empire and the whole world.

"Victory, we want victory."

"Victory at all costs."

"No matter how terrible it is, we must strive for victory, no matter how long the road ahead is, we must strive for victory."

"Because without victory, there can be no survival!"

It was his first national address since taking office.

Lanch's voice was impassioned.

But it didn't impress the conservatives in the slightest.

Even conservatives don't understand why Ranch Wilford turned his back on them when he took office.

Most of the seats in the entire Congress hall were eerily silent.

From time to time they looked at Duke Moretti, the true ruler and conservative leader of the day, and only when he pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket that the others would follow suit, something that Ranch Wilford, the new prime minister, could hardly change.

Soon, with the end of this speech after the Prime Minister took office, the crowd began to diverge.

Those who should have left left, and those who should have continued their meetings went to the House of Lords Chamber on the other floor of the building.

Walking through the corridors, Ranch said goodbye to many people and arrived at a small, quaint conference room with dark wood wall panels.

The roof is pressed low, and it is breathless.

Heavy curtains add to the traditional and authoritative heaviness of the space, and a long conference table occupies the center of the room, on which neat papers and pens are placed.

Ranchi sat at one end of the conference table, his posture dignified and determined, his hair neatly combed, but his eyes showed a little tiredness.

He didn't seem to have had much rest in the past two days, and he had been working against the clock.

So Ranch closed his eyes for a moment and recuperated for a short time.

Without waiting long, Duke Moretti and his followers arrived in the conference room to the sound of footsteps.

Duke Moretti's posture was more steady and relaxed, wearing a dark coat with a crisp cut, talking and laughing softly with the people around him, compared to the rest of the conservatives who cast questioning and complicated glances at Ranchi as soon as they entered the door, Duke Moretti did not seem too hostile.

Finally.

"Mr. Wilford, I think we've been waiting for you for a long time, and each of us has precious time."

Duke Moretti sat down at the conference table and leaned back in his chair to alert Ranchi opposite.

The atmosphere in the room became a little tense, and the other members did not dare to speak.

No one was sure that Duke Moretti's peace at the moment was hiding a knife in his smile, and the conservatives only knew that the Duke had a blank face when he heard Lanch's speech in the council hall, and he never had the intention of touching the handkerchief that the deputies approven.

"I'm sorry, but my attitude was made quite clear in the morning presentation, and this meeting itself is a waste of everyone's time."

Ranch opened his eyes, looked directly at the other party, and replied.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister—"

Duke Moretti chuckled, as if he didn't mind the domineering attitude that the new prime minister had shown before he had even secured his position,

"The military strength of the Horning Empire is superior to our army in all aspects, and with the support of the Blood Clan, once the neighboring Kingdom of Bliss falls, we will have to fight with all our might."

Duke Moretti leaned forward slightly and said to Ranchi and everyone present.

"I think the next month will be our last chance to fight for peace talks."

He reminded Ranch in a low voice.

And it seems to be a little warned.

That is also the main purpose of today's meeting.

As foreign secretary, he understands the latest situation better than Ranch.

"We can't afford to be scared before the other side hits."

Ranch replied calmly.

His eyes didn't give in.

There was a terrible silence in the conference room, and no one responded to Lanchi's words of unequivocal attitude again, they looked more at Duke Moretti.

"Prime Minister, I have reservations about this."

Duke Moretti continued.

"Who doesn't have reservations?"

Ranch raised an eyebrow.

"I think your ideas are more than that, and there are a lot of unnecessary sacrifices, and it's not that there are no other options."

Duke Moretti smiled, unoblivious to the stubbornness that Lanch had just shown.

"What other options?"

Ranchi's question was not questioning, as if he had questioned Duke Moretti's answer in advance.

"I will ask the diplomatic ambassador of the Southern Pruno Empire to help us fight for a negotiation opportunity with the Honing Empire, as long as the freedom and independence of the Horrant Empire can be guaranteed, we will consider all proposals to avoid this unnecessary war with the Honing Empire."

Duke Moretti replied.

"Because it's in their interest to do so, and there's no need for them to pursue the same thing."

He added.

Most of the people's eyes followed Duke Moretti to Lanchi.

From ancient times to the present, the Huo Ning Empire, as the southern overlord, has never had the possibility of fighting with the Alien Empire in the northern continent, and there is no feud between the two countries.

"Do you know who our real enemy is?"

Ranch asked rhetorically without pause.

"Obviously the Honin Empire, and the Blood Clan."

Duke Moretti's bland words seemed to feel that Lanchi had asked a very meaningless question.

"Have you ever considered that the real enemy is the Blood Clan and not the simple Honin Empire? The ambitions of the Bloods have been known since ancient times, and now that they are in full swing, do you really think that these high-ranking creatures who feed on us humans will give us freedom and independence? ”

Ranch's fingers tapped on the table, his voice echoing through the room, and his attitude was extremely resolute.

This caused a handful of council members in the room to look sideways.

There is indeed a rumor called "The Blood Clan has completely controlled the Honin Empire".

Although the Huoning Empire has emerged in this war, the figure of the blood clan.

However, the claim that "the blood clan completely controls the Huoning Empire" is not necessarily true, and there is no evidence to confirm it.

The key is whether the current leader of the Huo Ning Empire is a blood clan or a human.

If the real enemy of their Pyrant Empire is not the alliance between humans and the Blood, but the complete Bloodline, then it is indeed a terrible thing, whether it is a peace negotiation or not, the ultimate goal of the Bloodline is probably to keep humans in captivity.

But the parliamentarians did not understand why the prime minister was so stubbornly willing to believe that "the blood clan has completely controlled the Honin Empire", which was more like the terrifying news from the south that shook their hearts.

As the supreme leader in wartime, if he can't make accurate judgments in intelligence warfare, it will be a real disaster for the entire Pyrant Empire.

(End of chapter)