Chapter Seventy-Six: Your Highness the Princess, What Price Can You Pay? / Chapter Seventy-Seven: News of Niangniang and Nephthys

Kerissa placed the newspaper in her hand on the table. Her mother, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, had already signed a treaty with The Nation-Toppling Daughter of France.

Britain had made concessions in several areas of commercial cooperation, giving up tens of billions of dollars in profits. Only after adding compensation for France's casualties had the two sides finally reached a settlement.

After all, in this era, a world war was unlikely to break out under the shadow of nuclear deterrence.

The Third World War had almost begun the previous year. Even now, the leaders of every country still broke into a cold sweat and felt terrified whenever they thought about it.

After the treaty was signed, Britain's authority plummeted even further. The former Empire on which the sun never sets had truly reached the end of its glory.

If Britain had not possessed a thousand years of magical heritage, it would probably have already declined into a second-rate country.

"Roy Crowley!"

Kerissa nearly tore the newspaper in her hand apart as she muttered that name.

Even without Roy, Kerissa clearly knew that under the National Formula known as the "National Referendum," she would ultimately have lost.

But every one of her actions had been exploited by Roy.

Roy could be called the greatest mastermind behind Britain's current state. Just thinking about it made Kerissa furious.

Yet beneath that anger, Kerissa also faintly admired Roy.

He had seen through the desire in her heart and used Cait Sith's power of legitimacy to trigger the eruption of her ambitions. He had even disguised himself as a dead man to conceal his true identity.

He had done practically nothing. With words alone, he had provoked the British Civil War and used a few minor conflicts to set off the Third World War.

That