Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Kazdel City, Theresa's Office

On the long, solid wood table piled high with official documents, a letter sealed with rose lacquer and decorated with gold thorn patterns rested on top. This letter had now been opened, and Roy and Theresa were huddled together at the desk reading it.

The armed uprisings that broke out in various parts of Victoria, coupled with an overwhelming media offensive, were far more intense than the dukes had anticipated.

They were constantly on guard against the Duke of Wellington, and the first thing they did every morning was to ask about his latest developments. However, they still underestimated the power that this powerful duke could unleash in an instant.

The grand dukes, who usually harbored their own ulterior motives and engaged in open and covert struggles, all dropped their pretenses when faced with the crisis of Victoria's division. They unanimously gathered outside Londinium and sent representatives into the royal city to participate in the council.

The Duke of Windermere, unable to send a representative in time due to a family trip to Kjerag, simply chose to abstain.

For Victoria, whose throne had been vacant for over a decade, uniting the armies of the dukes to wage war against the Duke of Wellington behind Deeppool was no easy task. Without sufficient incentive, these shrewd dukes would not go to great lengths to quell the rebellion.

Reaching a consensus would undoubtedly be fraught with difficulties. Offering the throne as a reward might entice the dukes to take action, and it would also be the perfect opportunity for the royalists to elect a new king.

Born in the war of the nation, the heroine of Aslan and the rightful heir to King Victoria, no one was more deserving to wear that crown.

While the dukes attended Parliament, the Duke of Wellington had already begun to consolidate his fleet of high-speed warships, increase the production efficiency of the military factories within his territory, tighten import and export controls, and impose a curfew...

He had mentally rehearsed countless times for this war between Tara and Victoria. The scales of war always tip in favor of the better-prepared side.

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"Abrahana is more radical and decisive than I imagined. I thought Deeppool would remain dormant for at least three years, accumulating strength and waiting for the right opportunity."

"I didn't expect them to start making moves so quickly. It seems something has given her enough confidence..."

After delivering the intelligence from the banks of the Rose River, Roy wrapped his arms around Theresa's soft waist, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her pink hair, and spoke to himself.

"Isn't one of the Deep Pool leader's pillars of support you?" Theresa's lips curled slightly, her tone tinged with amusement. Roy made no secret of his relationship with the Deep Pool leader, including Raphsini's true identity.

Like Roy, Theresa longed to see the day when the Tara, a people who had suffered so much oppression, would truly gain freedom and independence.

"After all, it's a war fought by the people of Tara. I can be a witness, I can be an assistant. But ultimately, the fruits of victory must be earned and enjoyed by them themselves. As an outsider, I really can't help much..."

Roy hugged Theresa tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said with emotion.

"Well, that's true... I hope that leader of Deeppool can successfully lead his people to victory."

Theresa stopped dwelling on the war between Victoria and Tara, and instead reached for the calendar on the table, pointing to the date marked in red.

"The All-Union Conference organized by the Lateran Pope seems to be approaching its start date. We'll hand over our work in the next few days, and I'll go to the Holy City with you."

Theresa, eagerly anticipating this long-awaited trip to Laterano, temporarily put aside her work in Kazdel to accompany Roy.

"The Sarkaz Demon Lord's entry into Laterano, the angelic holy city, deserves to be recorded in history. I'll bring my camera and take lots of photos to commemorate the occasion."

Ever since taking a picture of the maid Kal'tsit, Roy has gradually come to enjoy the feeling of having photos taken as keepsakes. When he retires someday and his family travels the world, he can often look back on these memories.