Let the Flames of War Spread Across All Worlds, for Justice!

It had been over a month since Biba Amatori and the others arrived in this "magic world."

Everyone had originally believed that Prince Wales would quickly defeat the leaderless noble rebel army. Yet who would have thought that not only did they refuse to lay down their weapons and surrender, they fought even more fiercely.

Wave after wave of troops surged in like a tide from the north and east.

Even the lowly soldiers had completely forgotten the royal family's generations of kindness. They hysterically and madly besieged the prince's soldiers and even his knights.

Prince Wales's side had now been completely pinned into the southeastern corner. Any farther back, and they would fall off this "Sky Island."

The atmosphere in the hall serving as the command room was exceptionally tense.

Biba Amatori leaned against the wall, calmly watching the knights arguing fiercely around Prince Wales.

He had long predicted that the rebel army would not surrender so easily.

Whether or not they had previously been controlled by Cromwell and Andvaria's Ring, their rebellion was already a fact.

Under such circumstances, even if Prince Wales promised not to pursue the matter, those nobles would never believe him.

So they could only go all the way down the dark path, compound one mistake with another, kill Prince Wales, wipe out the royal bloodline completely, and then choose a new king from among the great nobles.

This rebellion, which had spontaneously formed entirely for their own lives, interests, and futures, was far more aggressive than when they had been controlled as puppets.

Thus, if Prince Wales wanted to reclaim the Albion Kingdom, he could only defeat every noble in the country, carry out a massive purge, and then elevate a new group of meritorious nobles.

But to accomplish that, he needed either