Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 62: Preparing To Attack (part 1)

The next day, Alix wastes no time. He teleports directly to Misorn City, appearing within Sorin’s workspace.

The moment he materializes, Sorin’s face brightens. "Your Majesty, you’re here!" she exclaims, stepping forward.

Alix nods, but his attention is momentarily caught by something else.

Sorin’s attire.

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Today, she’s dressed in something far more fitted—tight, sleek fabric that accentuates her figure, revealing just how well-toned she is. And, notably, her ample chest is far more noticeable now than when hidden beneath layers of cloth.

For a brief moment, Alix simply observes, taking in the unexpected change.

Sorin, realizing where his gaze lingers, feels heat rise to her cheeks.

Why is he looking at me like that?

Her thoughts spiral.

Does he like what he sees?

No—what am I even thinking?

The embarrassment only deepens as she overthinks the situation, her face turning a shade redder.

She fidgets slightly before clearing her throat, forcing herself to focus. "U-Um… did you need something, Your Majesty?"

Alix, smirking slightly at her reaction, leans back against the nearby table. "I’m here to discuss our next move," he states, his voice calm but firm. "But first—are the four towns in the forest fully under our control now?"

Sorin exhales, pushing aside her flustered thoughts. "Yes," she nods. "Some tried to resist, but we handled it. The towns are now under our rule."

"Good," Alix says. His golden eyes sharpen. "Right now, the Raltheon Kingdom is in turmoil, and this is the perfect time to move."

Sorin folds her arms, regaining her usual composed demeanor. "Agreed. With their nobles divided and their forces stretched thin, they won’t have the capacity to interfere with our expansion."

"How many monsters have joined as soldiers?" Alix asks.

Sorin hesitates only a moment before answering. "Out of the thirty thousand residents of the city right now, five thousand have joined."

Alix clicks his tongue. "That’s quite small, considering they get Tier 1 skills or spells just by enlisting. What happened?"

Sorin sighs, crossing her arms. "Most of these monsters became citizens because of the dungeon, not because they wanted to fight. And since we’re openly telling them that we plan to go against the three kingdoms in the future…" She gives him a pointed look. "Many of them don’t want to risk their lives for something they think is insane."

Alix scoffs. "So in their minds, the three kingdoms aren’t like the monsters in the forest—they’re an impossible enemy to defeat." He leans back slightly, his expression unreadable. "Oh well. It doesn’t matter. Once we prove that we have a chance, they’ll come running to join us on their own."

Sorin remains silent for a moment, her fingers tightening slightly against her arms. Her logical side tells her that Alix is serious, that he truly intends to take on the three kingdoms. And yet… a part of her is skeptical.

She has infiltrated their cities before, back when she was still looking for her sister. Even then, she never dared to enter their capitals. Not even the weakest of the three, Raltheon. The sheer power concentrated within those cities—their elite forces, their layers of security—made it a risk not worth taking.

And now, Alix is saying that not only will they challenge the three kingdoms, but they’ll fight them head-on.

"...Your Majesty," she starts carefully. "You really intend to fight them all?"

Alix meets her gaze without hesitation. "Of course." His voice is steady, unwavering. "Not just fight. Win."

Seeing the doubt flicker in Sorin’s eyes, Alix tilts his head slightly. "Sorin, you’ve never been to Noctaris City, have you?"

Sorin blinks at the sudden question, then shakes her head. "No. But you did tell me you were going to make your kingdom called Erevaris, become know in the world. And your capital is… Noctaris City." Her amber eyes narrow slightly.

Alix chuckles, his smirk widening. "So, those four didn’t even tell you about my city?"

Sorin frowns. "Nyssara, Thurn, Veltha, and Groth are almost never here in Misorn. And even when they are, they’re always impatient—like they want to get things over with as fast as possible."

Alix smirks. "That’s right. You’re the only one out of the five of you who’s actually working hard." His tone holds a teasing edge, but there’s a hint of genuine appreciation in his gaze. "I’ll make sure those four start visiting you more often. They owe you that much."

Sorin waves a hand dismissively. "There’s no need. I can handle things here just fine."

Alix crosses his arms. "Still, I should give you a reward." His golden eyes gleam. "How about a Tier 4 skill? Or perhaps some high-quality armor?"

Sorin smiles softly, shaking her head. "I’m fine, Your Majesty. You already rescued my little sister and gave us a place where we don’t have to hide our real identities. That’s more than enough."

Alix watches her for a moment, then scoffs lightly. "You say that, but I’ll still give you something."

With a flick of his wrist, a sleek black armor set materializes in front of her. It’s fitted for an assassin—light, flexible, yet reinforced in all the right places. The dark fabric absorbs light, blending seamlessly into the shadows, and the enchanted plates are designed to be both durable and silent.

Sorin’s eyes widen slightly as she takes in the craftsmanship.

"You’ll need it," Alix says simply. "Especially for what’s coming next."

She sighs but doesn’t argue. Instead, she carefully picks up the armor, feeling the weight of it in her hands. "Then… I’ll make sure to use it well."

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A Few Days Later

The situation in Raltheon Kingdom continues to spiral out of control. The royal family is overwhelmed, their internal conflicts keeping them too occupied to even consider reclaiming Misorn City. Nearly a month has passed, and yet they have done nothing about the monsters occupying their territory.

Seeing this opportunity, Alix wastes no time.

Under his command, Sorin, Nyssara, Thurn, Veltha, and Groth lead an assault on a nearby human city. With Misorn secured, it’s time to expand their influence further.