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Victoria.

A modern nation ruled by the Dracs and Aslans, it occupied the most fertile central valley of the Terra Continent. Its territory was vast, its resources abundant, and it bordered several core-circle nations. Beyond that, it also possessed several frontier regions and enclaves.

Without question, it was a land of abundance exceptionally suited for establishing a base.

After Qianyi showed a certain queen Victoria's territory, strength, resources, and so on, Morgan was so captivated that she could barely look away.

Yet this enormous empire faced a major crisis—there was no emperor!

A nation created based on the British Empire, where the sun never sets, actually had no emperor. It sounded absurd, but it was the truth.

It all began with King of Progression Vena's dog-and-donkey father. Because Vena's grandfather, Frederick III, had formally declared war on Gaul alongside Parliament and joined the Battle of the Four Emperors, ending Gaul's hegemony. After the war, they successfully seized Lower Gaul and gained the authority to unify all of Gaul.

This should have been a good thing. However, Victoria's emperor failed to reap sufficient benefits from it. Instead, the grand dukes grew stronger, making the checks and balances between them and the emperor increasingly complicated.

Thus, after Alistair II, Victoria's last monarch, ascended the throne, he introduced policies to make up for the deficit: raising taxes on citizens and nobles nationwide, squeezing the last drop of blood from the Infected, intensifying exploitation of Tara, and so forth. This directly led to the rebellion of the Eight Dukes, the rise of Tara's independence movement, the resurgence of Gaul restorationism, the Sarkaz occupation of Londinium, the deaths of all but one Steam Knight, and even Alistair II's execution, earning him the title of Victoria's last monarch.

Such a brilliantly capable ruler would rank among the very best of all last rulers throughout history, yet in Victoria, he seemed perfectly normal.

Dog-and-donkey leadership was a tradition of the British Empire. One simply had to have a taste.

Conversely, if a brilliantly capable ruler were placed on the throne and Victoria were unified, then the "Empire Where the Sun Never Sets" might descend upon the world once more.

"Are you really going to marry Ata?" After the meeting ended, FrostNova tilted her head. Her snowy hair and ears swayed gently, and her clear eyes were filled with confusion.

"It's fake." Qianyi slurped his fresh-milk chocolate milk. "It's just a public declaration, telling everyone that I have the right to seize the throne of the King of Victoria. It's like coming up with a slogan about purging evil ministers before rebelling against Yan. Don't take it too seriously."

"This is your first marriage! Shouldn't you take it seriously?!" Kiana shouted, looking exceedingly eager. "Wedding dresses, venue decorations, bridesmaids, flower girls and page boys—shouldn't you arrange all of that? Your first wedding is going to be this perfunctory? Are you planning to skip over your own marriage?"

"Fine, I'd like to make a small adjustment. Kiana, I now appoint you as Theresis, Regent King of Victoria. Then we'll only need to beat you up, and everything will be resolved." Qianyi said.

"I'm not that easy to beat up. I'm the strongest now." Kiana suddenly snatched the fresh-milk chocolate milk from Qianyi's hand and took a huge gulp. The carton immediately shriveled flat from her sucking, but the next moment it puffed back up, as though it were filled with milk again. She stuffed it back into Qianyi's hand. "Besides, my mastery of the Herrscher of the Void's powers has reached a level you can't even imagine."

Qianyi put the straw in his mouth and took a sip. "For example?"

"I can teleport the milk I drink back into the carton. That way, it can keep passing through my throat so I can taste it over and over, and I don't even have to worry about gaining weight. Amazing, right?" Kiana said proudly. A stretch of pale leg showed beneath her skirt, swinging constantly as the black hem of her skirt flowed like water.

Qianyi abruptly stopped sipping. He looked down at the milk in his mouth, and in a surge of emotion, sprayed it all over everyone present. "Kiana, I'm going to kill you!"

Kiana stuck out her tongue, looking delighted.

"I really can't stand this." Toyokawa Shoko wiped her face with a handkerchief and held her head. "Stop destroying the Dimensional Chat Group's world."

"Abandon." Seele, sitting in the corner with a book in her hands, suddenly shouted loudly.

"What are you doing?" Hiiragi Tina asked curiously.

"I'm memorizing English vocabulary," Seele said.

"But isn't that the first required word?" Hiiragi Tina scratched her head. She wanted to ask how far Seele had gotten after studying for so long, but after thinking about it, she decided not to pry.

For a moment, the meeting room was utter chaos.

Watching Kiana and Qianyi chase each other, with one fleeing and the other pursuing, Morgan shook her head. Ignoring the others, she fixed her gaze on Talulah. "I want to hear what sort of plan you have for seizing the throne of the King of Victoria."

"A plan?" Talulah pondered for a moment before saying, "Follow Qianyi's orders."

"Hm?" Morgan was dumbfounded, but her queenly composure allowed her to quickly regain her bearings. "No, I mean, as the leader of Reunion, what plans do you have for what comes next?"

"Follow Qianyi's orders. I'll fight wherever he points," Talulah answered immediately.

"..."

Morgan opened her mouth wide, wearing an expression that said, "My husband's fiancée is an idiot, her teammates are all God-kin with no plans whatsoever, I'm stranded in a foreign land alone working for Great Britain's revival, and why hasn't the world exploded yet?"

She felt that trusting this group had been a mistake from the start. She had thought she came here to inherit Victoria, establish the City of White Chalk, and reclaim everything that belonged to her. Yet these lunatics had no plan at all. Every one of them just did whatever came to mind. Even a statesman as capable as Qianyi could not escape their rhythm; once he got mixed up with them, all reason vanished. Even she had to take the initiative to sing and dance along with these fools.

She felt that she needed to do something, such as learn about this world's intelligence and analyze its power system, while gathering materials that could substitute for magical reagents. And if there was going to be a wedding later, she would need a truly magnificent castle. Talulah might not care, but she could not be indifferent.

At the very least, it was better than sitting around and trusting this bunch of God-kin.

Her coronation day and her day of covenant absolutely could not be handled carelessly!

???

Victoria, Londinium.

"The Drac is not Reunion's true leader? The player who manipulated the Red Dragon to seize everything from the Undying Black Serpent has now entered the game, and intends to marry Talulah?"

This news immediately smoothed the furrowed brow of the man standing atop Shard Tower, overlooking the scenery below.

Victoria's Regent King, one of the Six Heroes of Kazdel, and elder brother of the previous Demon King Theresia—Theresis.

It was clear that many people stood behind Reunion. Even he himself was one of them.

The Undying Black Serpent Koschei wanted to use Talulah to provoke war between Yan and Ursus. Was he any different?

If he wanted to reclaim everything for the Sarkaz with sword and blade, war was unavoidable. But the Sarkaz had far too terrible a reputation across this land. Once war began, the nations that still remembered the terror of the "Tigaz" would immediately suffer PTSD, form an international coalition, and give Kazdel a brutal reminder of what it meant to be the enemy of the entire world.

No one wanted the "Tigaz" to return.

But the Sarkaz had nothing left. Theresis had reached the point where he had no choice but to gamble on the nation's fate.

Yet gambling on a nation's fate did not mean mindlessly throwing lives away. Starting a war with Yan and Ursus would be suicide. Therefore, before reclaiming everything for Kazdel, he needed to remove these two troublesome opponents from the equation. Koschei's plan happened to help him accomplish that.

As long as Yan and Ursus erupted into full-scale war, he could survive in the cracks between them and seek a future and hope for the Sarkaz. As long as Koschei launched his attack, everything would improve.

But after Koschei's entire legacy was inherited by Talulah, the plan immediately derailed. Talulah, who should have been the fuse for war, became an unambitious little goldfish, hiding in Koschei's territory and serving as a warm haven for the Infected.

Fuck! How could someone at the center of the struggle for power go and become a little goldfish?

Talulah, where was your Red Dragon's dominance? Your ambition? Your hatred?

If Aslan symbolized power and order, then Drac symbolized strength and desire. Yet Talulah, this Drac, had neither strength nor desire. Fortunately, he now knew that the Red Dragon did possess strength and desire—it was simply that the mastermind behind her had not intended to act before.

The only thing Theresis had not expected was for that mastermind to personally enter the fray and form a marriage pact with the Red Dragon bloodline. What was the other party's purpose in doing this?

Ursus, Yan, or... Victoria?

He did not know. He could test them, but he had no one suitable for this sort of work. Thus, the only choice... Theresis thought of the Drac who shared Talulah's bloodline.

"Send a letter to Originium Pool."

You Drac Really Are All This Ridiculous, Aren't You?

Talulah was getting married.

This news was undoubtedly a bombshell within Reunion.

Countless female Infected wailed in grief, crying their hearts out, while the male Infected instinctively covered their asses and wondered which unlucky bastard the leader was going to seize as a stud slave.

Then, with Reunion as its center, the news spread to Saint-Junburg, the capital of Ursus, and fell into the Emperor's hands. It spread to Londinium in Victoria, to Lungmen in Yan, to Baizao...

At the same time, it reached a pair of Drac sisters who shared Talulah's bloodline.

"Big sister... what do you think?"

Wildfire—or rather, Lavhini—looked at the letter sent from Victoria's royal palace in her hands and sought the opinion of the woman beside her, who resembled her in appearance but seemed more mature and alluring.

"A very generous offer. Victoria's Regent King is willing to recognize Tara's independence and help us seize the throne of the King of Victoria. The price is merely helping him kill a Red Dragon who may contend with us for Victoria's rule. Doesn't that sound like a good deal?" Aibrana smiled.

"Should we agree?" Lavhini asked.

"Of course." Aibrana's smile suddenly vanished as she changed tack. "We won't."

Aibrana actually felt somewhat favorably toward the Sarkaz. After all, like Originium Pool, they wandered homeless and displaced. The moment they dared declare independence, a crowd of burly men would immediately appear, beat them senseless, throw them into a river, and threaten them: "If I hear that kind of talk again, we'll beat you every time we see you. I know where you live."

After suffering through such repeated beatings, very few Drac remained. They did not even dare call themselves Red Dragons anymore, only Wyverns, yet they still could not escape being hunted down.

But unlike the two sisters, Theresis was remarkably capable and remarkably good at fighting. Relying solely on his Sarkaz identity, he had wrested Victoria's power from the Eight Dukes and become its Regent King.

With the thought that they were all unwanted drowning dogs, and perhaps they could lend a hand to a stranger in distress, Aibrana had once sent people to visit Theresis in hopes of receiving a little help from him. Naturally, she received no response whatsoever.

In Big Teacher's eyes, Originium Pool, which wanted to revive the Tara Dynasty, was nothing more than some stray mutt from the roadside that did not know its place.

What were they trying to revive? Kazdel—the Tigaz that made the entire Terra Continent tremble in fear. And what the hell were they trying to revive?

The Tara Dynasty that Victoria had weeded out long ago.

To put it another way, the Sarkaz were planning to form a galactic-battleship-tier band and take Budokan by storm. Then the Wildfire sisters came over and asked whether they could lend them a hand and let them ride their coattails. Theresis thought they were some big shots, only to find that they were small fry performing in a tiny exhibition hall.

"The Regent King's true purpose is to use us sisters to test the person behind the Ursus Red Dragon." Aibrana took the envelope from her younger sister's hands, sat on the desk, lit a candle, and burned it. Her legs, wrapped in matte black stockings, swung at uneven heights.

"What... should we do?" Lavhini lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the books atop the desk.

"Go to Ursus and demonstrate our value." A gleam flashed through Aibrana's green eyes.

"Value?"

"Yes! The person behind that Red Dragon has already entered the fray. Do you know what that means? It means he has grown sick of tedious formalities—or rather, sick of his pawn's rebellion and betrayal."

Aibrana had investigated Talulah. That Woman had inherited the legacy of the Undying Black Serpent and become Ursus's new Grand Duke. The Drac bloodline combined with the status of an Ursus Grand Duke already made her someone Aibrana needed to look up to.

But That Woman was far too merciful, far too concerned about the Infected. Rumor had it that she had even lost the Third Army Group because of them. That was an entire army group! An army group capable of easily crushing a small nation!

If Aibrana had been the person backing Talulah, she would probably have been furious enough to kill. Perhaps that was exactly why that great man had been forced to personally enter the fray, marry the Red Dragon, step into the spotlight, and use her bloodline and the status granted by the marriage alliance to seize everything that should be seized.

"When a pawn under your command refuses to obey, yet cannot be replaced, isn't that terribly frustrating? But we are different. We are easier to control, more obedient, and better able to understand what he needs. What he needs is an obedient, controllable Red Dragon bloodline—not a rebellious Drac. Talulah has already failed the standard. Only her noble bloodline has kept her alive. But if, at this moment, we who share Talulah's bloodline appear!!" Aibrana's tone rose higher and higher.

Talulah had the right of succession to Victoria, and so did she!

The difference was that she was more obedient, more sensible, more compliant.

For the revival of Tara, she could give everything. For that purpose, she was even willing to offer up her body, bear that great man's children, and then die, so that he could completely control Victoria.

Could Talulah do that!!!

Lavhini lowered her eyes. She could feel that her sister had already been consumed by the flames of desire and ambition. But she was merely a Kagemusha. All she needed to do was obediently follow her sister's orders. Beyond that, she possessed no value at all.

Already envisioning the Tara Dynasty becoming great again in her own hands, Aibrana swept out one arm.

"Set off! Our destination is Ursus!"

After the meeting ended, Talulah followed behind Qianyi with a bashful expression. Whenever Qianyi turned to look at her, she would freeze in place, her demeanor clearly betraying a hint of shyness. But whenever he started walking again, she would press close step by step.

"What is it?" Qianyi asked bluntly.

"I..." Talulah's face was slightly flushed. She lowered her head and rubbed her fingers together, and only after a long time did she force out a sentence. "I'm sorry about the Third Army Group."

"It's fine. We're fucking bros, aren't we?" Qianyi had thought it was something serious, but this was all it was.

Yone had not said anything even after being stabbed to death by his little brother Yasuo. Emperor Liu had even lost his kingdom over his brothers. You merely lost the Third Army Group—it was a tiny, trivial matter.

"You don't blame me?" Talulah asked in astonishment.

"What's between us? It was only the Third Army Group. As long as you're okay, that's what matters." Qianyi ruffled Talulah's hair, messing it up. It made her look a little more feminine, but only a little.

At those words, a powerful impulse rose within Talulah, as though something had quietly blossomed in her chest. Her fingers lightly touched her lips, feeling her fingertips tremble slightly. Then she gently pressed the fingertips she had kissed against Qianyi's thin lips.

Qianyi froze, staring at her in utter bewilderment. "What are you doing?"

What kind of crazy episode was this Haki Dragon having?

"I read in a book that this helps strengthen bonds between the opposite sexes." Talulah blinked and said earnestly, "And after doing it to lots of people, I became good friends with them. So I suddenly wondered whether it might work on you."

"Did you use it on men or women?" Qianyi grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, stuffing it into his mouth as he asked.

"Women," Talulah answered immediately. For some reason, many men ran the moment they saw her. The ones who did not all stood still with their asses covered, too scared to move.

"Fuck you!" Qianyi raised his middle finger.

Speechless. Why was this Haki Dragon such a turnoff? Your damn gay vibes were practically overflowing. Get the hell away from me.

Chapter 78: What Do You Mean the Ursus Emperor Ran Away?

What happened to Reunion had affected, to varying degrees, many people who had been watching Talulah and this Infected organization.

If distant Yan and Victoria, though shocked, had remained relatively calm overall, then Ursus was like an agitated Hajime—it immediately activated Spinosaurus Mode and prepared for battle.

There was no other reason: Reunion, this dangerous and terrifying organization, was right in its own backyard!

The current Emperor of the Ursus Empire, Fyodor Vladimirovich, had originally viewed Reunion quite favorably. Thanks to Talulah focusing her attention on the Infected, the Third Army Group—aristocratic by nature—had grown dissatisfied, allowing him to successfully reclaim the Third Army Group and gain the means to confront the Ursus nobles. He had even planned to recruit Reunion and establish an entirely new army group, with Reunion's Infected as its main force and loyalty to the royal family.