This Princess Is Quite Strong (Continued)

"The situation is different now!" The Banshees who spoke first was quickly met with a rebuttal, "Under the attack of those warships, we might not be able to defend for long before we are overwhelmed..."

"We can set up the magic array in advance..."

"But those magic arrays are just consumables!"

"Their artillery is also a consumable!"

"But their ships themselves are mobile fortresses!"

"So you're going to run away while hanging in the air?!"

The heated debate quickly resounded.

They argued heatedly, neither willing to give in.

At this critical moment of life and death, everyone believed in themselves.

Perhaps when Lamaline was around, Maria could have conquered these confident Banshees, but at this time, Maria did not yet possess that kind of prestige.

She simply stood there calmly, lost in thought, before silently raising her head.

It was already unexpected that she would reveal the situation to these Banshees, and now that she's been brought to the meeting, she's mostly just a mascot.

She wasn't particularly interested in getting involved in these people's strategic planning.

At that moment, Mila quietly approached Maria's side.

Looking at the other person's face, which even Banshees would envy, she remained silent for a while before cautiously asking a question.

"How is Your Majesty...?"

"Um?"

Mila bit her lip, her face showing some worry.

Maria, however, was somewhat curious.

Is it really appropriate to care about someone at this time?

"... That's all I can do."

Mila lowered her head, her words suppressed.

She naturally understood what Maria meant.

With a formidable enemy at hand, and all I care about is one person... that's certainly inappropriate.

But there really wasn't anything more she could do.

As an ordinary member of the Banshees, she didn't participate in various wars like the other older generation of Banshees, and she was completely ignorant about war strategies.

At this point, all she could do was ask Maria how Lamaline was doing.

Upon hearing Maria explain that Lamaline had chosen to attack the Alliance camp alone, her face instantly lit up with urgency.

"She was too impulsive!"

"... Perhaps."

Maria looked at the documents on the table and slowly began to read them.

"But this is the best option at the moment... She's quite capable, and being alone makes her easy to move around. Disrupting the enemy's entire base will definitely alleviate the pressure you're facing."

"If you're lucky, you won't even need to prepare much; the arriving warships will be recalled to deal with her on their own..."

"But that would put her in a very dangerous situation... she might even die!" Mila was clearly not able to accept Maria's calm demeanor, and her expression grew increasingly anxious.

After a moment, she hurriedly said.

"If something happens to the Lord, you will not be able to maintain your status as Princess!"

The girl's words seemed to be guiding Maria to make some kind of decision.

Unfortunately, her feelings for Maria were flawed from the start.

"I don't care about the title of princess, girl, so what you're saying to me is meaningless."

Maria kept her eyes downcast and continued to slowly flip through the scroll.

The Banshees on the sidelines were arguing more and more fiercely, but the main point of contention was whether or not to adopt a passive defensive stance.

The Banshees have too few combat troops available; they can't afford to fight a direct war...

"Besides, your concern for her has clouded your judgment."

"I haven't participated in any wars... but I've participated in many battles."

"I understand that fighting with the belief in survival and fighting with the belief in victory are two different mindsets..."

"And your lord, she is clearly the latter."

Maria raised her head and looked intently at the girl in front of her.

She could clearly tell that when Lamaline entrusted herself with this task, she had made up her mind.

She was determined to complete the task.

This doesn't mean that Lamaline would disregard her own life in battle, but clearly, having reached that level of awareness, she wouldn't accept defeat and then flee back in a sorry state.

Either successfully achieve your goal and then retreat.

Or they'll just die there.

She won't give herself any more choices.

"How could this be...?"

Mila froze for a moment, then seemed to have lost her soul, staggering back several steps, her face turning deathly pale.

At that moment, Maria spotted a document buried at the very bottom of that huge pile of files.

It was an invitation.

Specifically... it was an invitation from the Kazdel Royal City, sent by the Demon King Yelesh, who was still alive at the time.

The aim was to invite the rulers of the various Royal Court to discuss how to deal with the Allied Forces's attack.

Maria also noticed that the meeting date in the document was at the beginning of next month.

The opposing side probably didn't expect the war to be so intense, to the point that they were already backed into a corner before it even began.

It's worth mentioning that this demon king, Maria had never met, seemed to have already sensed something at that time, and even added a special note at the end of the document.

The meeting will proceed as scheduled regardless of any special circumstances.

This made Maria silently squint her eyes.

Royal Court Conference?

In other words...

Will many Royal Court rulers participate in this meeting?

Maria narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Mila, standing to the side, glanced at Maria and responded listlessly with a "hmm."

These words gradually stirred Maria's thoughts.

Royal Court Conference... Meeting of the Lord of the Royal Court...

In other words, various Royal Court and their confidants might gather there?

That place might hold the information Maria needs.

After a moment's thought, Maria silently placed the documents on the table and gently exhaled.

"You are very lucky..."

"Um?"

Mila was still unclear about what Maria meant by suddenly saying that.

Maria, however, had already stood up and gently tapped the ground with her Threaded Cane.

The crisp sound of the collision wasn't loud, but its unique frequency was enough to attract the attention of the other Banshees.

"Get ready... Banshees."

"From now on, I will take over the war..."

Maria spoke, meeting the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Along the way, warships roared.

Accompanied by a violent, deafening tremor, the orderly Victoria army advanced step by step toward their destination.

And right in front of them, the city of the Banshees was now laid out before them.

Their numbers are not large, less than five thousand at most.

But these 5,000 people were equipped with a full-fledged Glory-class corvette and five Wolf Pack frigate.

As a technologically advanced kingdom, the Kingdom of Victoria launched a swift and aggressive offensive.

Although the appearance of the Demon King on the front lines did cause them some trouble, the Demon King's death in battle, following the sneak attack by the mysterious figure who was only there as temporary support, gave their entire army a strong sense of morale boost.

Having already defeated the Demon King once again, what else do they have to fear?

So they continued their journey almost day and night. After confirming the location of their encampment, this group was immediately mobilized to launch an attack that very night and put pressure on the Banshee Capital.

The best outcome, of course, would be for the enemy to flee without a fight, allowing us to easily capture the city and add another luster to our military careers.

Of course, they also knew this was an ideal situation. If the Sarkaz were really that easy to deal with, they wouldn't have formed such animosity with almost every nation on Terra.

However, they are not worried about the upcoming war.

The situation at the front lines had made them realize just how terrifying their country truly was... The fearsome Sarkaz they had heard so much about since childhood, could still be blown to Skullshatterer under artillery fire.

Even the most powerful sorcerers could not withstand the impact of several cannon shots in a row.

So everyone was traveling in a relaxed manner, occasionally teasing their brothers in the infantry who didn't belong to the fleet and had to run to catch up with the main force, while they could sit inside the ship and occasionally pay attention to any obstacles they had to avoid on the way.

"So, after we finish this match, we should be able to take a break, right?"

Inside the control room, a few bored soldiers began to discuss what was going to happen next.

One of them yawned, too lazy to stand guard anymore, turned around and leaned against the steel wall, and slowly said.

"These past few days have been all about marching. To be honest, I'm starting to miss the days on the front lines... Those demon bastards would launch sneak attacks every day, and I could at least find a chance to give them a few shots and have some fun."

"There's nothing we can do. They collapsed too quickly, and they couldn't hold us off for long."

Another soldier added, his flat words carrying a hint of disdain for the Sarkaz.

After the veil of terrifying rumors was ruthlessly lifted, they lost their original wariness of these Sarkaz, and could even be described as contemptuous.

"Speaking of which, it seems our next target is the Banshees's territory... I haven't heard of any particularly famous Banshees on other fronts... I guess they're just so-so. Maybe we can take the city before the main army even arrives."

"Who knows?"

The group of soldiers chatted casually, laughing amongst themselves.

Even the staff who were focused on operating the equipment couldn't help but chime in with a couple of perfunctory words.

But in that brief moment of distraction, a powerful tremor suddenly spread throughout the entire ship!

"Boom--!"

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?!"

Despite their playful antics, soldiers are soldiers after all. After a moment of panic, they quickly picked up their weapons, their nerves on edge.

At this moment, the driver showed a troubled expression.

"The ship's port track seems to have hit something and broken?"

"Disconnect?"

The soldiers exchanged glances, and the highest-ranking commander among them immediately frowned.

"Attack?"

"Is that really possible?"

The operator frowned and muttered to himself as he inspected the ship.