Triumph Ceremony

"Great news! The Kingdom's forces, led by Marshal Dolo, have achieved a great victory over the allied forces!"

"His Your Majesty Keosius has defeated ' Silver Wing ' Oszedro and achieved a glorious victory!"

"The kingdom's army is advancing on multiple fronts and is about to occupy the entire the North!"

"Grand Duke Leo, the supreme ruler of the the North, colluded with demons and then mysteriously disappeared—was it a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality?"

The shouts and cries of the newsboys echoed through the streets of North Wind Fortress.

News of the kingdom's victory had already spread throughout North Wind Fortress, but people were not surprised, because victory was taken for granted in their eyes—more importantly, they wanted to seize the spoils of victory.

Factories across the country ramped up production to prepare for the vast dumping market that was about to open up, as well as the consumer boom brought about by the war.

The boom in the military industry spurred the development of related industries, such as steel, manufacturing, and machinery. The growth of these industries created more job opportunities and contributed to economic growth.

Some astute businessmen have even begun heading to the North cities, hoping to establish factories in these newly occupied cities and seize land ahead of time.

Various war-related products also sold very well, making some merchants very rich, and some even made a fortune from war bonds issued before the war.

This is what makes the Embers of the Burned Kingdom so terrifying to the Northern Nobles – war not only doesn't weaken its national strength, but it also brings it temporary prosperity and can even alleviate existing social conflicts.

Compared to the devastation of the the North due to grain requisition, the Kingdom was like a tireless War Machine.

At this moment, a grand triumphant ceremony is being held at the gates of North Wind Fortress.

"They're back!"

"It's the kingdom's troops!"

"That's really impressive! I want to join the army too."

"Is that Marshal Dolo? The legendary battle of jealousy—uh, why are you covering my mouth?"

"Are you out of your mind? Daring to use that title? Watch out, the Military Department might come looking for you!"

The infantry, mainly composed of humans, Hobgoblin, and Tiefling, formed neat square formations and marched in unison to the beat of the drums, gradually approaching North Wind Fortress.

Dolo was at the rear of the formation, riding on the back of a huge and strong heavily armored Terrestrial Dragon Beast.

Suddenly, an even louder commotion erupted from the crowd—it turned out that, surrounded by a group of mages and guards, the Ogre Archmage Lang Pu, with a smile on his face, waved to the crowd and slowly flew over, hovering in mid-air.

"Look! It's Mr. Lang Pu! Mr. Lang Pu actually came to greet us in person!"

"That's the kingdom's Chief Minister!"

"Such a high level of protocol, there are actually two dukes."

Accompanied by the triumphant music of the Half-goat Human, and under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands, Dolo and Lang Pu reunited.

For some reason, Lang Pu felt a little wistful.

When they first met, I was just a slightly smarter Ogre, while the other was a down-on -Hobgoblin leader with only Goblin under his command. I was always one step ahead of him.

Now, they have reached the pinnacle of power in the entire Anzeta Great Wasteland, able to easily decide the fate of countless people.

However, he still held a higher position than his opponent. As the first member of the Red Dragon's kin, he would always be the victor.

Lang Pu thought this to himself, but outwardly remained calm and offered his polite congratulations.

"Congratulations to Marshal Dolo on your triumphant return! This is truly a blessing for the entire kingdom."

"Not at all, it's my honor that Mr. Lang Pu came to greet me in person."

Marshal Dolo jumped off the back of the Terrestrial Dragon Beast, walked a few steps to Lang Pu, grasped Lang Pu's large hands tightly, and a ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face.

Lang Pu nodded slightly, a fleeting smile in his eyes.

The Ogre knew that Dolo had always harbored ambitions to replace him, and that there were frequent conflicts and power struggles among the clans they controlled.

Now, Dolo has completely buried these thoughts deep in his heart.

Having held his high position for a long time, this Hobgoblin marshal was no longer as smug as he had been ten years ago. He knew that displaying an image of "jealousy and barbarity" in front of his people was not a good thing, and it would be even worse if it reached Keosius's ears.

Therefore, although both of them harbored ulterior motives, they appeared to be getting along well and had a tacit understanding on the surface.

"Marshal Dolo, your military exploits have spread throughout the kingdom, and His Majesty has praised you highly," Lang Pu said. "Next, the kingdom will need your strength to stabilize the situation in the the North."

Marshal Dolo nodded solemnly, his expression serious, and said, "I will do my best to serve the kingdom faithfully."

The celebrations at North Wind Fortress reached their climax with the return of the army.

"For the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Triumphant! People flocked to the streets, cheering and jumping for joy, celebrating the victory, and Dolo and Lang Pu became the focus of everyone's discussion."

However, behind this jubilation, some unknown undercurrents were also lurking – months later, news of Oszedro's escape and the defeat of the allied forces spread throughout the Feanso Continent.

This remote kingdom has also attracted the attention of various forces on the continent, and countless eyes of all kinds have been cast upon it.

Amid the cheering crowd, a small, thin figure struggled to squeeze through the throng, raising her hands high—it was Misha.

"Mr. Lang Pu! I want to see His Majesty!"

Misha shouted with all her might.

However, her voice was drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers, and her petite figure was swallowed up by the frenzied crowd.

Lang Pu is the kingdom's Chief Minister, and countless people have requests of him.

At such a grand event, no one would care about an eight or nine-year-old girl, let alone listen to what she had to say.

"Grown ups!"

"Mr. Lang Pu! Look at Mr. Lang Pu!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Lang Pu flew slowly through the air, carrying his staff. He wore what he thought was a gentle smile and waved to the people around him.

The tall and strong citizens used their physical advantages to squeeze to the front of the line, while the petite Misha was quickly pushed to the back.

The crowd in front of her was like a high wall, completely blocking her view and keeping her behind them.

"No, don't block my way."

"I want to see Mr. Lang Pu!"

Misha was so anxious she was about to cry.

This was a rare opportunity for her, as a commoner, to get in touch with President Lang Pu; once she missed it, she didn't know when she would get another chance.

By then, her revenge will be out of the question.

"What do I do?"

Misha lowered her eyelids, bit her lip, and her clenched fist trembled slightly.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Misha resolutely raised her head, tears welling up in her slightly reddened eyes.