"What? Moving the capital to Terry City? Isn't that openly going there to be the Atrelin People's dogs? That shameless bitch has utterly disgraced our Arkham Family!"
In the palace in the western Northsen Territory, Feilie flew into a thunderous rage upon hearing the news.
He smashed everything around him that displeased him, then, still unsatisfied, drew his sword and hacked away, his face dark with fury.
"Please calm yourself, Your Majesty. This may not necessarily be unfavorable to us."
An adviser calmly analyzed the situation.
"Please declare her accession illegitimate and rally everyone who resents Atrelin to counterattack Savaran together!"
Atrelin had long wanted to extricate itself and could not possibly commit too many troops here.
They truly were both afraid and unafraid of it.
"What? Her Highness the Crown Princess intends to claim the throne in Terry City?"
At West Hill Manor, Uboer and the others had mixed feelings upon learning of this.
They were all patriots who had worked tirelessly to preserve and perpetuate Lainer's history and culture.
Yet when they looked back, even Rosa had capitulated.
They immediately felt as though they had been stabbed in the back.
Unlike Feilie and his supporters, however, they preferred to offer gentle remonstrance, hoping Her Highness would change her mind.
"This is wonderful! If Atrelin and Lainer establish friendly relations, there will be plenty of business to do!"
"Her Majesty the Queen is wise indeed to embrace magical civilization so enthusiastically!"
"Atrelin is the beacon of magical civilization. Only by mastering magic under Atrelin's leadership can we become truly enlightened!"
There was also a group who cheered the news, feeling greatly encouraged.
They were Atrelin's compradors and those who had willingly aligned themselves with Atrelin, quite a few of whom had even qualified as magic apprentices or Full