Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 333 - 131: Your Highness, Please Show Some Dignity

The little princess Thira, unaware that she had already been "designated", was currently strolling through the mountains of Ahengkixi with Medea and Aske.

The entire territory of the Bavarian Duchy was divided by the Alps running east to west, the north being the traditional Weisbach territory, while the south had been apportioned among numerous local nobles.

Now that the Wolf family had made their move, it was clear to any discerning observer that the defenseless south would inevitably be devoured bit by bit. The crucial point was whether the Weisbach family could hold onto their northern territories by leveraging the regions of Ahnaus and Ahengkixi until the Emperor’s Alliance arrived.

"To hold Innsbruck until Christmas would far exceed the Weisbach family’s expectations," Medea analyzed. "Let’s head back, collect our payment, complete the next round of promotions, and then decide how to proceed with tasks based on the movements of the Emperor’s Alliance in Franknia."

"That’s right," Thira added. "If the Emperor’s Alliance progresses well in the north, the pressure on the Weisbachs will be much reduced, and we’ll likely receive tasks that are more leisurely and safer." freēwēbnovel.com

"But if the Emperor gets bogged down in Franknia, it’s highly probable we’ll be sent to the mountains to engage in delaying tactics, stopping the Wolf troops from advancing further north."

"Of course, more dangerous tasks also mean higher rewards. Most of us have only Level III and IV Magic Potions left in our chosen bloodlines; we could try asking the Weisbach family for corresponding demands."

"Level III and above, getting finished Magic Potions is hardly realistic," Medea remarked. "We could ask for the formula and have them prepare the auxiliaries while we search for the main ingredients ourselves."

The two military strategists went back and forth, sketching out a rough plan for their team’s subsequent maneuvers. Aske listened silently, adding a word or two occasionally.

"By the way," Thira suddenly remembered something and asked, "You mentioned last time that we were being monitored by the Church Court? What exactly does that mean?"

"You don’t know?" Aske seemed somewhat surprised. "Weren’t you once the Empress?"

Thira’s expression became slightly annoyed, but she held back and merely said irritably, "I was only in the role for a few months; do you think the Orthodox Church already told me everything? They keep things hidden and only reveal little bits occasionally—that’s their style."

"Alright, Thira, you know I meant no harm," Aske earnestly said, which slightly softened Thira’s expression."The super artificial intelligence, Raphael, is one of the legacies left by the Ancient Solomon Empire."

"It initially started as a simulation supercomputer, used to predict the situation around the empire. It successfully prophesied the economic crisis and the Barbarian invasion at the end of the Third Epoch. Besides prophecy, it could also suggest corresponding strategies. However, back then, the people of Ancient Solomon felt that entrusting the empire’s fate to a computer was quite absurd, so they were cautious about implementing its strategies."

"I see," Medea said with a smile. "Such artificial intelligence, unable to read minds, plans over decades and centuries; who can say whether its actions will ultimately save humanity or lead to its destruction?"

"Yes, something like that," Aske continued. "Later, when the West Solomon Empire collapsed overnight, the remnants of the Imperial Academy of Sciences adopted Raphael’s suggestion for the first time—that is, to discard the cumbersome political structure and reorganize into the present Solomon Church."

"Abandoning overt power to rule economically and spiritually, right?" Thira pondered.

"That’s correct," Aske replied. "Today’s Solomon City, through high technology and cultural exports, has been draining the continent’s countries and peoples for centuries. Its prosperity and advancement are beyond the imagination of anyone who has never been there."

"And precisely because they need to maintain this covert economic plunder and their detached status, they use Raphael to continuously and extensively monitor the entire continent, focusing on those who could potentially affect the future destiny of the world, and classifying them according to the level of impact."

"If you’re a newly risen Demigod, or a leader of a small faction, or possess Extraordinary Swordsmanship, you’re likely to be placed in Level R1. Established Demigods and leaders of major forces can enter Level R2."

"Only a handful of individuals can enter R3, such as Emperor Otto of the Divine Luo Empire. It’s not just because he has the ability to ignite a continent-wide war, but also because of his inclination. If it were another emperor with a milder personality, at most he would be classified as Level R2."

"Is there an R4 level?" Thira asked curiously, "Or does it cap at R3?"

"It seems there is." Aske pondered and said, "I once heard a joke about some bored daredevil who tried to figure out how to reach R4 and eventually, he figured it out."

"How did he do it?" Medea got curious, too.

"He sneaked into the Church’s strategic missile base and planned to detonate a missile to destroy the entire Solomon City," Aske laughed, "But he had barely started his plan when he was killed by a synthetic human sent by the Church. I heard that the moment he began his action, his name jumped to the R4 level on the monitoring list, though it lasted only a few seconds."

The two girls giggled, too. They didn’t understand the players’ reincarnation mechanism, so they found the man both funny and pathetic for dying over such a trivial matter.

"So, you must be at R1," Thira said, "because you used the Star Nine Forms?"

"Uh, Raphael probably wouldn’t recognize this swordsmanship, but he might guess it’s Extraordinary Swordsmanship," Aske speculated, "R1, I suppose."

"That level is the most comfortable, the Church doesn’t bother with you, nor do they send Temple Knights to assassinate you. Killing an R1 target costs too much compared to what they gain, so the Church basically just ignores you unless you think about elevating your threat level by blowing up Solomon City."

"Did you hear that, Medea?" Thira said seriously, "Don’t ever blow up Solomon City."

Medea: ???

She was confused for a few seconds before realizing that the other party was teasing her "explode upon contact with men" joke. She then hugged Aske’s arm and pretended to climb onto him, coquettishly saying:

"I wouldn’t do that, hmph, I’ll only let the Squad Leader touch me, I don’t explode when he does."

"Let go!" Aske sternly scolded her.

"Ying ying ying!" Medea resisted him, pretending to be aggrieved, "I’m a koala, koalas fall if they let go."

Thira: ...

Aske: ...

Where did this ying ying monster come from! I’d punch her to death!

"Your Highness! You..." A faint voice sounded from ahead.

The three turned around and saw a young woman in a veil standing in front of them, staring at Medea in astonishment.

Seeing the person across from her, Medea’s expression also quickly stiffened.

"Marquina?"

"It’s me, Your Highness," the young woman coughed, "Your Highness, please behave!"

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