Fiammetta Gets Pressured to Get Married

As for the remaining half, it was thanks to a far-sighted President Mark Max foresaw this possibility, so that batch of equipment was not high-precision instruments.

"It's hard to say. Without a calendar, I can hardly tell how many days have passed."

Typhon took a sip of hot tea, which made him feel much better. Sami was now arguably the most uninhabitable place in all of Terra.

Every so often, Sami changes, and all common sense can be distorted here. This is a manifestation of the Warp contaminating this land. Even though Mizuki blocked the door, the void has appeared and is still expanding. The door only prevents Terra's location from being accurately pinpointed. The expanding void continues to leak the aura of the Warp.

For those who are now holding the line, there is no point in getting to the bottom of things. No one will let their guard down. Even though Magellan told them that unknown Sea Siren from the deep sea are fighting on the front lines, there will always be some that slip through the net and come here. They cannot entrust their lives and homes to others.

Are the Sea Siren still holding on?

"Yes, Ectilnir and his men have decided to advance the front lines; they can't stay here any longer."

This wasn't out of any warrior's honor, but simply a desire to end the war quickly. With the onset of this anomaly, the Sami people finally understood what terrifying existence they had been facing all along: the mere contamination of the Warp had distorted the laws of this land.

However, fear is unacceptable. Fear will only give the enemy an opportunity to grow stronger while weakening oneself. Worse still, one might become a puppet in the Warp the moment they are corrupted.

Magellan gently stroked the ice crystal on his chest. If the Sea Siren was right, it must be a key used to open a certain place or a certain door.

She figured Mizuki would open that door sooner or later; otherwise, she could have simply destroyed the key. She just didn't understand why Mizuki would choose to entrust the key to her. Shouldn't such an important item be hidden somewhere or entrusted to someone who wouldn't be constantly in danger?

"Indeed, if they simply wait, the soldiers will gradually be driven by their anxiety and unease, and this fear will become their pathway."

Typhon grew up in Sami, and as Sarkaz, she was also a favorite of Sami. She had dealt with Demons far more often than others. She may not understand the nature of Demons, but she was clear about their actions.

Fear is the appetite of Demons, and the flaws in people's hearts and the defects of human nature are their channels. The warriors of Sami are also human, and they also have the shortcomings that ordinary people have. Just like the out-of-control Ursus Internal Guards was killed by Mizuki, the fear of death that came from his biological instinct when he chose to commit suicide gave the Demons an opportunity to take advantage of him, turning him from a guardian of Ursus into an enemy of mankind.

"Typhon, aren't you afraid?"

"... There's nothing to be afraid of."

Turning her head to gently stroke the longbow on her back, Typhon's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia. She still remembered her parents and their love for her.

"Fear stems from the unknown. Once you've encountered enough of it, you won't feel afraid anymore. So what if it's Demons? It's not immortal. That's also Ectilnir's idea."

The more people recognize the Demons, the Demons it will become, which means that every battle will be more difficult than ever before.

But humans can overcome fear and fight. After hundreds and thousands of battles, the Sami will build an incredibly strong defense, just like the generation many years ago when fear had not yet seeped into the hearts of the Sami. All they need to do is try to understand these enemies from the Warp.

They learned about them, then defeated them; waiting would only wear down the warriors' will and courage, so they took up arms.

"Pass down the order: form small teams of 10 to 30 men, and large teams of 300 men."

After confirming that the Demons were being held back by the Sea Siren Magellan spoke of, Ectilnir did not hesitate. The warriors were already prepared; the Sea Siren could not hold back the Demons forever, and they had to set off before things got to the worst possible point.

"Tell everyone, we're setting off in half an hour. Let's... take back the Sami Mountains and our families!"

As a barrier between the Sami and the Icefield, now that the Sami have been invaded, the fall of the Winterfang Mountains is an undeniable fact. How many of the mountain warriors who guarded the border have become puppets of the Demons? Ectilnir didn't want to talk about this, because he knew that he would become one of them sooner or later, but he hoped that he would be the last.

"Father of Ancestors, thank you for always protecting the people of this land."

Making a natural gesture across his chest, Ectilnir spoke from the bottom of his heart. The Sami have two deities: one is the Father of Ancestors named Sami, after whom the land beneath Ectilnir is named; the other is Ama, named for love, from whom forests flourish wherever He goes.

Others thought that Ama and Sami were just legends made up by the Sami people, but only the Sami people knew that these two gods truly loved them and that they really existed.

"Well done, man, you're pretty good."

Siren No. 666 reached out and patted the tall white deer beside her, which emitted a faint white light. Although she was 1.8 meters tall, she could only barely reach its thigh.

The Beast Lords Amataru did not reply, but only looked at the thousands of corpses piled up in front of him. They were all winterfang warriors of Sami. When the defense line of the mountains fell, all the warriors knew that they might never be able to return to their hometowns again, but they still bought enough buffer time for the rear.

Choosing suicide upon realizing they had been contaminated was the only way for the soldiers to preserve their dignity and honor; otherwise, how could there have been only a little over a thousand people here?

"Don't be sad, at least they could die as human beings."

Sensing that Ama seemed to be in a bad mood, Siren No. 666 changed her tone. She didn't recognize these people, but that didn't stop her from admiring these Sami warriors. Sea Siren were a race with a strong sense of honor, and they would only be shameless towards Mizuki.

The rains of the Sea of Life can wash away the traces of the Warp pollution, but the resurrection of the dead violates the ethics of life. Even if a walking corpse is given enough life force, it cannot revive the original person. The souls and consciousness of these warriors have become food for the Warp.

Ama nodded gently, watching the Sea Siren carry away and bury the warriors' corpses one by one, lest they become the Demons' minions once again.

The giant deer was the Beast Lords of Sami, a fact known to the Sea Siren, yet they showed little respect to Ama. They were there to help in the fight, not to pay homage. On the contrary, Ama was grateful to them. He knew that Mizuki could easily take those she cared about and these Sea Siren to another dimension to avoid the calamity.

"Phew... We've been fighting for almost half a month now, and these guys' offensive hasn't slowed down at all. Can't they just give us a break?"

"They're desperate. Izumik has sealed the most important door, and the expansion of the void is suppressed by the Sea of Life. Now, apart from the unpredictable Far-Northern Great Pit, the entire Terra is under Izumik's protection. If they want a sufficiently powerful individual to come to this world, they need to use the key in Mai-Mai's hand to open the door. Izumik actually chose to leave that door open. Hmm... it seems that door has another use."

"Don't make wild guesses. The Brood thinking can easily create directional information interference. It would be terrible if we exposed our coordinates and attracted that thing into this world."

"Advancing the front line is really not easy. I originally thought that with so many Sea Siren sisters, we wouldn't have to worry, but now it seems I was a bit too complacent. I really don't know when new sisters will be born."

The conditions for the birth of Sea Siren are extremely harsh. The fact that there were only over 300,000 failed individuals in the first batch of Seaborn is simply a blessing from the god of luck. They need to be able to face death calmly and without fear, have a positive attitude towards life, and also have good looks.

Most of the Sea Siren are now concentrated on the Demons defense line, probably because they know that Sami poses the least threat and has the weakest defense. The Demons are instinctively charging towards this side, making it easier for Great Yan and Ursus to handle the situation.

"Just you wait, but... Izumik has already decided to send Seaborn as well."

"Just decided?"

Siren No. 2333, who had died once before and hadn't had time to check the Brood messages, looked at 666 in front of her. The latter nodded and casually kicked the Demons that was rushing towards her back.

"The warning from the Sea of Life is getting stronger, which means that although the other party doesn't know the location of this world, they are also using this Information Disturbance with Izumik to filter their direction. Sooner or later they will come knocking, and it's necessary to make some preparations before then."

Siren No. 2333 immediately understood what was going to happen. Mizuki had always been worried about the existence in a certain the Warp, as well as the Observers from beyond the sky. The Sea Siren knew all this, but Mizuki had never revealed the true identity of these beings to them.

"The fact that these brainless bastards thought of going to Mai-Mai to steal the key proves that there must be someone with a brain directing them from behind. It seems that the disorder of the Warp is not as chaotic as we thought."

Siren No. 666 looked towards the sea, where countless Seaborn were gathering, fusing with various Terra gene samples passed down from the offspring of Mizuki, and generating targeted evolutions to select the best ones, especially those with resistance to Oripathy contamination.

This is to ensure that even if it doesn't rain in the Sea of Life, Seaborn can move freely in Terra. Mizuki has been busy for a long time, and of course, she also talked with Exusiai for a long time.

Contrary to what Lemuen had imagined, nothing unspeakable had happened. Exusiai asked Mizuki only three questions in total.

When should we get married?

"Tomorrow is fine, but I can't give you the wedding right now."

"I don't care about that, we can make it up sooner or later, let's get the marriage certificate first." Her fingers twirled and played with Mizuki's hair, while Exusiai's other hand drew circles on his stomach through his black shirt.

Getting married can't be done in just a few days. Just inviting Laterano's parents and friends to the wedding will take at least ten days. And after that, Exusiai will have to go to Siesta to look at houses.

Previously, the only requirement for not registering a marriage was proof from the Lungmen that the couple had at least six months of dating experience. I heard that it has now been changed to three months, and Mizuki and Exusiai definitely meet this requirement.

What kind of house do you like?

"As long as it's big enough, I'm not picky. What you like is definitely what I like."

"Heh... It doesn't really matter if the house is big enough, the bed has to be big enough, right? Ideally, it should be big enough to fit more than a dozen people at once."

This question put Mizuki in an awkward position. He knew what Exusiai meant, but he couldn't very well admit that the thought that had just flashed through his mind was something like, "Even a dozen people aren't enough."

"After we get our marriage certificate tomorrow, I'll go back to Rhodes Island and get ready to go to Siesta with Surtr and the others."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Exusiai didn't answer the question. She simply hugged Mizuki tighter, snuggled into his arms, lifted her head and gently kissed the corner of his lips, looking at him with unprecedented tenderness in her voice and eyes.

"I want to give you a home, so that... no matter how far you go, you'll always come back to me."

Chapter 233 Fiammetta, pressured to get married

"Just as His Holiness the Pope predicted, there are other reasons for this meeting, which I cannot tell you, but I estimate that there will be no result within a week."

Salvador forked a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. Fiammetta and Mostima sat opposite him, listening to him recount the events of the day at the meeting, and couldn't help but feel a little incredulous.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the fourteen factions of Terra gathered here to discuss a grand plan, the outcome of which, regardless of its nature, will drastically alter the landscape of Terra.

"His Holiness the Pope has entrusted this negotiation entirely to me. Now, apart from Laterano and the three initiating countries, namely Sami and Minos, who have shown a clear intention to cooperate, that little girl from the Reunion is keeping her intentions very secret."

"...That's understandable." Mostima put down his spoon. "The three major families of the Kjerag check and balance each other, and the other two families lack basic knowledge of the outside world."

"Secondly, there's Kazimierz, where the Commercial Union and the Kazimierz Oversight Committee have always had some degree of discord."

As messengers of Laterano, Mostima and Fiammetta have traveled to almost every country in Terra over the years and have a good understanding of the Terra's landscape.

"The biggest problem is still with Bolivar and Ursus. When I heard them say they needed to reconsider, I really wanted to shoot them both through with a burst of bullets!"

Salvador seemed quite displeased. It was truly the best choice for the Gunnery Commander, whose style was always straightforward and hot-tempered, to attend such a meeting, because someone who had to simply consider interests at such a meeting was more suited to being a businessman than a negotiator.

The problems between these two groups are obvious, needless to say. One is a three-way feud, and the other is a clash between the old and new factions. How could it be so easy for them to reach a consensus? The people who couldn't reach an agreement at this meeting were these very individuals.

"And then there's Leithanien. I've heard that several electors are dissatisfied with the Twin Empresses' rule."

This is not a baseless rumor, but information that Mostima has confirmed after making inquiries from various sources. The rule of the Twin Empresses is not stable. The Witch King is indeed a cruel ruler, but he still has followers. Not all electors are loyal to the Twin Empresses, and some still yearn to restore the former glory of Leithanien.

"It's alright. Grand Duke Leopold is the representative of Leithanien, which is enough to prove their stance."

"... He's still alive?"

"They probably used some secret method from Leithanien to prolong their lives."

Salvador recalled that time, noting the inexplicable chill emanating from Archduke Leopold, and ultimately, no one could be certain that the person attending the meeting was Leopold himself or his descendant.

But at least Leithanien's problems are much simpler than those of Bolivar and Ursus.

Looking back now, it was all just debts from the past being collected.

The three Bolivar factions are: the Old Dynasty, which was the result of Iberia invasion; the Union Government, which is a puppet supported by Columbia; Local Self-Rescue Army, which are ordinary people who were oppressed and had no choice but to resist. That's why these two factions fell silent today when Candela suggested that she needed some time to consider the matter.

To put it bluntly, you have to bear the consequences of your own actions. Let Columbia and Iberia deal with the problems on Bolivar's side. As for Ursus, that's a bit tricky; it's not appropriate to get involved in other people's internal affairs.

The new emperor of Ursus lacks control, and the great nobles have too much freedom, which is not a good thing. Coupled with the stimulation from this meeting, chaos is likely to break out soon.

"Terra's history is a series of debts."

Mostima recalled something he knew, and his fingers gently touched the staff that had been unusually quiet when it was beside Mizuki. Hidden inside the staff, he was now chattering incessantly, complaining about how terrible Mizuki was. When he was with Mizuki, he always felt that if he opened his mouth, Mizuki would eat him.

"That's true, but we can't dwell on the past now. If Sami didn't attend the meeting because of the war, then Ursus and Great Yan will inevitably face similar pressure. Think about it, is something that can bring 14 countries together something that they can afford to drag on like this?"

After venting all his frustrations about the meeting that day, Salvador casually waved his hand, indicating to Mostima and Fiammetta that they didn't need to take it to heart.

"These matters are none of your concern for the time being, so don't worry about them. Anyway, Laterano will definitely agree to the alliance, so it doesn't matter whether you take the lead or not."

"Then why did you call me here?"

Fiammetta's eyelids twitched, a bad feeling creeping into her heart. Out of politeness, she inquired of this elder, who was also her grandfather.

"What else could it be for? Patrician specifically asked me to tell you that he's found several good young men for you in Laterano. He asked if you'd like to go back and arrange a blind date or something. If you ask me, you're not getting any younger. Getting married isn't out of the question. Or having a child first would be good too. We old folks are just hoping to hold our great-grandchildren."

Although she had long suspected that Salvador's motives were impure, hearing him say it himself still made Fiammetta want to flip the table and go back. Every year, those old geezers would mention urging her to get married in their letters to her!

"What kind of attitude is this, Xiao Fei? You're almost thirty. If this continues, we'll have to worry. Don't worry, the first requirement for the guys we've found is that they can fight and get things done. They need to be able to last at least three minutes against me!"

"... The person I'm looking for must be at least close to my age, and able to beat me in a fight."

"You don't have to say that if you don't want to get married." Salvador looked like a kind and gentle old man advising his rebellious granddaughter to go to school. "If you wanted to, you could be a cavalryman. Who could beat you?"

Mostima couldn't help but nod, and even took the piece of cake that Fiammetta was reluctant to eat and stuffed it into his own mouth.

"Exactly, putting aside the question of who would want you with your temper, you're not just a year or two older than Mizuki, are you?"

Spending too much time with Mostima often makes my blood pressure spike. Fiammetta thought she was used to it, but now it seems... No, no, this is at least a public place, I can't beat her up.

"Mizuki... wait a minute, who is Mizuki?"

Salvador intuitively judged that this should be a male name, Mostima's words also indicated that this Mizuki and Fiammetta had a close relationship.

"A very popular person is simply too popular."

"Shut up!"

Fiammetta nudged Mostima with her elbow, annoyed. She'd never realized this guy had so much to say; he'd said everything, whether he should or shouldn't have.

"Okay, I understand." Salvador's weathered face immediately showed a look of understanding. "Then I won't say anything more. Xiaofei, when are you two getting married?"

"So this is what you call not saying anything!?"

So Fiammetta still got angry. Mizuki, who was giving Exusiai a lap pillow, was deep in thought. It seemed that someone had mentioned his name. As a huge collection of information, Mizuki was still very sensitive to these things.

However, quite a few people now know of his existence, and they're too lazy to bother to figure out who's mentioning his name. Compared to that, he has something more important to do now.

"It's so small."

"Um, by the way, can I take this off?"

"It should be possible."

Kal'tsit and Amash stood on either side of the Mini Mizuki Child Terminal standing on the table. Their identical faces showed the same curiosity, but Kal'tsit was better at controlling her emotions than Amash. Her occasional twitching ears also revealed her curiosity about the Mini Mizuki.

Is now the time to talk about this?

With their fingers poking and prodding her cheeks, Mizuki's expression turned quite displeased. Her resentful eyes and slightly angry face made her look like she was about to bite someone, looking all wronged.

Kal'tsit wasn't originally such a cold person; she was just used to treating everything with indifference. However, she unexpectedly revealed her emotionally rich side when facing Mizuki, not to mention Amash.

"With such a size, and internal organs that are all mimicked, this is merely a conduit for consciousness. This form of existence... is a path never before considered, more like those ancient Feranmut, yet fundamentally different."

Mizuki has now evolved to a level that Kal'tsit could not have imagined. She originally wanted to marvel at the speed of Mizuki's growth, but then realized that this speed of growth was based on Mizuki's willingness to make self-sacrificing contacts in countless worlds. It would have been impossible for Mizuki to achieve such results by herself alone.