Liya, who was suddenly called out from behind, was startled for a moment, then her expression turned somewhat indignant:
"I was also involved in the planning!"
Nuowa shook his head repeatedly:
"Every time there's something new to do, you come up with a plan to tackle everything from start to finish. Is that what you call a plan?"
But you ended up taking your advice every time.
"It's just selective adoption; there's a difference between killing some and killing them all!"
Nuowa said seriously, then looked at Ed:
"So that's it. If you agree to our terms, the Starlight Empire Restoration Committee is willing to serve His Highness the Son of God."
"Wait, what did you say you are?"
Ed didn't quite catch the newly coined word that had been spelled out.
" The Starlight Empire Restoration Committee."
Nuowa repeated it.
Ed looked at the prince's serious face and felt a twitch creeping onto his lips again.
"A committee needs to be formed even if there are only two people?"
Nuowa covered his face with his hands, looking as if reminiscing about the past.
"Before the uprising, the committee had tens of thousands of members, including more than a dozen key figures. A powerful enough name was needed to unite everyone."
Ed seemed to be deep in thought:
So who are you?
"That's right!"
Nuowa patted his chest:
"I am the chairman of the Starlight Empire Restoration Committee."
"Then I still suggest you go back to Elf Island and play Boom Beach."
Ed suddenly muttered a complaint:
"Since there are only two of you left anyway, let's just cancel this position. It doesn't sound very appealing."
"It's not impossible, anyway, it's already a dead letter."
Although it's unclear what taboo she violated, Nuowa clearly didn't care about the revocation.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do to the elves, and what do you want me to do to the empire?"
Ed dismissed some of his peculiar thoughts and continued asking Nuowa.
When it came to serious matters, Nuowa became serious again:
"As you know, we two came here from Elf Island."
"Judging from the routine maintenance that has just been completed, the situation on Elf Island is not optimistic."
"Um?"
Ed asked in bewilderment:
"Aren't the elves' wills incredibly strong?"
"Yes, the internal operation of Elf's Dream is very stable, and there are no problems except for a few minor bugs."
"The problem is that after nearly a century of being swept away by the Demonic Tide, the elves' bodies have undergone many obvious Aberration. Even though they are sealed in crystals, many of them have developed some monstrous features."
"You must understand that the transformation of the Demonic Tide is irreversible."
Ed reminded him:
"I can't make them go back to how they were before."
No, that's not what I thought.
Nuowa shook his head and explained:
"I hope that after all this is over, you can... rebuild their bodies."
The prince's eyes gleamed:
"I have personally witnessed your great power to reshape the bodies and exchange the souls of those Soul Returner."
"The elves have strong souls and unwavering wills. Although they cannot compare to those who can freely change their bodies, they can at least change their Soul Returner once without any problem."
"I only hope that when everything has settled down, or when you feel the time is right, we can reshape all the elves into bodies without any Aberration. At that time, their bodies will still be brand new, and their souls will not have been worn down. When the two are in harmony, they will have successfully survived the Demonic Tide."
"Then I will return the Elf King's crown to them, and all the elves will serve you."
Ed fell into deep thought. No wonder Nuowa was so concerned about the Soul Returner ' "account switching" operation in the Great Labyrinth City; it seemed he had been thinking about this plan for a long time.
"Okay, I promise."
He nodded:
"And what about the empire?"
"As for the empire, it's even simpler."
Nuowa said seriously:
"To be honest, I don't care about the throne, but my second brother's actions over the years have indeed been inhuman. As long as I can depose him and avenge my father and my brothers, I wouldn't mind even if the empire were annexed by your Theocracy."
"In fact, my ancestors had made a prophecy long ago. They said that the world would inevitably undergo changes, and that as long as their bloodline could survive, that would be enough."
"As for empires, they've appeared more than once in history, and in the end, they all turned to dust. They're just fleeting clouds, so there's no need to force them."
Nuowa looked up after speaking, only to find Ed staring intently into his eyes:
"Really? You really think so?"
The prince nodded, appearing extremely sincere, while Ed pressed for an answer:
Even if it costs you two crowns?
Nuowa nodded first, then shook his head upon hearing this:
"What are you saying? As for the so-called 'two crowns,' I never possessed the first one, and wearing the second one was not my wish. Not having it is actually a relief."
Ed stared into the eyes of the prince, whose life had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, and a brilliant idea suddenly formed in his mind—
It seems that a group of Soul Returner under my command are fighting in the Empire, and their ambitions are clearly more than just the thrill of battle.
However, whether they are ordinary soldiers, officers, or foreigners from the Theocracy, they clearly lack a certain legal basis for rebellion.
In a world where extraordinary powers and bloodlines truly exist, some slogans seem unconvincing.
So, following the principle of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do," wouldn't it be perfect to let the walking embodiment of orthodoxy, the living embodiment of law, do this?
What rebellion?
What traitor?
This is because treacherous and wicked people have blinded His Majesty!
As a descendant of the Stral family and a member of the imperial nobility, the sixth son of the late emperor has the right to launch a massive rebellion!
Faced with such compelling reasons, anyone who dares to object must be an accomplice of the true villain!
Thinking this, Ed's smile grew even wider:
I already know what you want.
His tone became formal and strange:
"I agree to your terms and will save the Empire and the Elves from the flames of war."
"Correspondingly, you must now obey my commands."
"Of course."
Nuowa, who had passed the pressure on to Ed, looked relieved.
"Please speak, Son of God Highness."
"Reliable intelligence indicates that the Starlight Empire in the southern part of the continent and the Skeleton Alliance are about to engage in a major war. Their vanguard forces have already begun probing each other, and I have a team currently lying in wait there."
"Although they are only auxiliary troops now, they will definitely grow stronger later. You two should go there, hide your identities, and fight alongside those Soul Returner and Imperials. Build up your relationship with them—I know you're good at that."
"When the time is right, you will reveal your identity and raise your banner, and then..."
"I think you have experience."
Ed asked with a smile:
Am I right?
"The future Emperor of the Starlight Empire, His Majesty Nuowa Stral."