In the Name of Empress-Chapter 575 - 344: Which Side Is He On? The Middle (Part 3)

Chapter 575: Chapter 344: Which Side Is He On? The Middle (Part 3)

Most of them didn’t even qualify for nightmares, as they were turned to ash in the explosion.

The Alamanni Empire perished, its history buried beneath the reign of the Magic Empire in the first half of the Sixth Era.

The Magic Empire’s technological tree revolved around Magic Crystal Stone and showed no interest in the technological achievements of the Alamanni.

They believed that mechanical technology could never compete with noble magic and did not deliberately persecute the descendants of the Alamanni, the Odin people; however, the Odin people fired the first shot to overthrow the Magic Empire.

History is so wondrous, always drawing irregular circles.

When Otto mentioned Alamanni technology, Angelina wasn’t surprised; she merely responded politely to Otto with a few words.

Angelina’s attitude did not exceed Otto’s expectations. After exchanging a few words with Angelina, he found an excuse to leave.

It’s not that Otto was impolite, but a new guest had arrived.

The order in which countries came to the meeting was not directly related to distance, but rather to national power.

Empress Sif of Sussex preferred to pitch a tent at the already ruined Frank Castle and wait for the conference to start rather than enter the negotiation site early.

After all, she was the monarch of the greatest maritime power of the time; how could she arrive before others?

Otto was welcoming the representative from the Talia Kingdom.

The Talia Kingdom had already engaged in warfare before the continental war began.

They first fought back and forth with the local natives in the South Continent, and then under the chaos within the Jin Yuan Republic, they secretly moved boundary markers, attempting to snatch territories through sneak attacks.

This sort of clownish behavior enraged the then-President Marco of Jin Yuan Kingdom.

Can’t handle others, can’t handle you?

Marco, already overwhelmed by internal conflicts, seized the opportunity to vent, unhesitatingly sending troops to counter-attack, not only catching the act of moving boundary markers but also pushing back into Talia, forcing them to surrender and cede three cities as punishment.

This is Talia.

A magical country that perfectly plays the role of a clown without a mask.

However, after the continental war began, they surprisingly sided with the Free Union, which seemed less advantageous at the time.

Sometimes, choices matter more than efforts.

This is the case with Talia.

They had the qualifications to be at the table, while the Weimar Federation, which was stronger than them, and the Oden Kingdom, which had similar combat strength, became the meal on the table.

When Otto Kingdom saw the representative from the Talia Kingdom, Otto was even stunned and forgot his diplomatic etiquette.

Wait, what’s going on here?

The representative for the Talia Kingdom’s negotiation was actually Lisa?

Otto VI took intelligence work seriously, and he was very familiar with the birds surrounding Roland.

Lisa held a special place in Roland’s heart, perhaps not as much as Sif with her perfect looks, but not much less either.

Otto had a sudden revelation.

Lisa was a Talian; the Talia Kingdom needed a negotiation representative, so she came.

Everything seemingly unreasonable became clear.

Damn cunning!

Otto VI couldn’t help but curse the opportunistic behavior of the Talia Kingdom internally.

Other countries at the table fought their way out of the meat grinder on their own merits; Talia was different, relying solely on siding with the right ally.

They brought out Lisa just to flaunt their connections, to cling forcefully, but so what? Lisa was now their negotiation envoy.

Even if she didn’t say a word, it would still be enough.

In any case, this was a magical world.

Lisa politely exchanged a few words with Otto before quickly getting to the main point.

"Honorable Your Majesty Otto, did you see Roland? Which side is he on this time?"

Otto’s lips slightly curled up as he responded with humorous candor, breaking the stereotypical image of the Odin people by shrugging and smiling:

"Probably in the middle."

"What does ’middle’ mean?" Lisa was confused; Roland’s stance was her stance, but this time Roland had no stance, so what was she supposed to do?

Lisa suddenly drooped, even losing the mood for pleasantries.

By sheer coincidence, she had formed an association with the Talia people.

After a thorough examination (pure fabrication), the Talia Kingdom finally traced back Lisa’s roots, finding her clan’s origins.

It was the Sala Clan, a noble family of the Talia from the Magic Empire period.

And so, Lisa became a true Duke of power from the Talia Kingdom, representing Talia in negotiations.

Although she left Talia when she was young, Lisa’s heart still belonged to her homeland. Now that her country needed her, of course, she was willing to step up.

She thought it was a good task, only to unexpectedly find she had to use her brain to think about politics?

After Lisa’s brain crashed for a full three minutes, she finally found her plan B.

"Then what about Empress Sylph?"

"She’s staying in the ruins across the way, refusing to come to the meeting area." Otto smiled self-mockingly, using the motion of grooming his beard to cover his awkwardness.

Lisa was even more bewildered.

If those two aren’t attending the conference, what exactly are they doing?

They were writing letters for fun.

When Sif received Roland’s letter, she immediately replied.

As the letter raced across thousands of kilometers, Sif couldn’t help but doodle on Roland’s magic letter paper.

She even drew a picture to express her feelings.

Unaware of the special function of the stationery, she laughed and doodled maniacally.

While she was joyfully playing, the words on the paper changed.

"Dear, this letter seems to allow remote communication; did you see my message?"

"I saw it. Too bad my cat seemed to be cursed by magic just now, suddenly going mad, grabbing the quill, and scribbling randomly on the paper. Did you see it?"

Sif nonchalantly made up a story, but her cheeks flushed instantly.

Bad news: Roland saw everything she wrote just now.

Good news: No one else saw it besides Roland.

Roland surely wouldn’t laugh at her, though she couldn’t bear it herself.

To cover her embarrassment, Sif hurriedly continued to write on the paper:

"By the way, when are you coming over? I’d like to go to the negotiation area with you."

"Sorry, I’m the Cardinal Minister; I can’t leave as I please. Angelina’s the one going."

Disappointed that Roland wouldn’t come, Sif casually wrote, "What about the old woman? Is she hibernating again?"

"Sofia is only a few years older than us. If you talk nonsense, be careful she might get upset."

Sif snorted softly, "I’m not afraid. She can’t see it anyway."

Suddenly recalling something, Sif’s expression changed, "Wait, are you saying it’s just you and the old woman at Saint Rurik Palace now? No, no, this is too dangerous."

Roland gently massaged his forehead, reminding Sif with a sigh, "We’re friends, not enemies. What danger could there be? Besides, there are one hundred seventy thousand people at Saint Rurik Palace."

"It’s dangerous, all the same; nearly thirty-year-old old women have especially high demands, like a hungry wolf. Be sure to protect yourself out there."

Sif sighed wistfully, putting down her quill, having lost the mood to continue writing the letter.

She felt something was amiss as if there was something dirty staring at her from behind.

That old spinster Sofia must have no good intentions.

Sif could accept Lisa because she was almost family to Roland; she could also accept Alina because she knew her place.

But the old woman was different.

She was truly bad.

Sif sighed wistfully, lying on the velvet cushion, feeling the sharpness of the small stones beneath it, making her mood worse.

What she didn’t know was that while she was simply in a bad mood, thousands of kilometers away at the Summer Palace, the old woman she spoke of was now furious enough to kill someone.