Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Krell is a self-created character, Felia's husband and Cecilia's father. If Yostar later releases an official character designation, it's not too late to change it then.

At the port square of the Holy City's land-based ship, the notaries and papal knights, having received instructions from the Papal Court, stood in two neat columns. A bright red carpet was laid out in the middle of the columns to welcome the most important guest of this international conference.

The wealthy Colombian businessman, the Earl of Victoria, the envoy representing the will of the Emperor of Ursus... all paled in comparison to the two heads of state who jointly ruled Kazdel.

The other party's official status is highly unusual, coupled with the millennia-long conflict between the Sarkaz and Sarkaz. This meeting will undoubtedly become a momentous event recorded in Terran history.

The news of the Kazdel delegation's impending arrival in the Holy City attracted countless onlookers. Among them were not only the ever-curious Sakota, but also the perpetually oblivious Liberi. Envoys from various countries who were also interested in Kazdel mingled in the throng.

A colossal, black steel beast, billowing long plumes of white smoke, appeared on the distant horizon, and the crowd began to stir. The Papal Knight, clad in pristine silver armor, gripped his heavy revolver, head held high. The notary public's officers stood ready, prepared to respond to any unforeseen circumstances.

Mostima changed into her formal dress, symbolizing the Papal Palace, and stood at the head of the welcoming procession. Cecilia was protected in the middle by her mother, Felia, and several neighboring aunts, shielded from the influence of the surrounding crowd.

"Mom, is Dad almost here...?" Sensing the change in the atmosphere around her, Cecilia tugged at her mother's hand and asked softly.

"Yes, Cecilia will be able to see her dad soon, are you excited?"

"Happy." Cecilia's little face lit up with a bright smile, her two dimples making her look especially adorable.

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"So this is what it feels like to see the holy city of Laterano with my own eyes..." Theresa stood on the deck of Rhodes Island, gazing at the city's white walls in the distance. A mix of complex emotions welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"What does it feel like?" Roy, standing beside him, asked curiously. Since he had previously sent a magical clone to visit the Holy City, he didn't have any particular feelings.

"Hmm...like a paradise, full of freedom, joy, and order. It's one of the few paradises on this land." Theresa's tone was gentle, her eyes filled with envy and admiration as she looked at the Holy City.

As the Demon Lord of the Sarkaz, she longed for Kazdel to be built like a holy city, where everyone could live a prosperous and peaceful life. However, even with the significant progress already made, a considerable gap still remained.

"I believe that under the wise and powerful leadership of Her Highness Theresa, who is loved by all, Kazdel's future will surely surpass that of Laterano." Roy's expression was serious, and his eyes were firm, like a news anchor delivering an official report.

"And what about you?" Theresa was amused by Roy's deliberate actions, and the complicated emotions in her heart were swept away, her beautiful eyes curving slightly.

"Of course I will firmly follow Princess Theresa. My stomach has always been a bit weak, I like to live off women, and I also like to slack off at work." Roy's face was serious, and his tone was earnest; these were all heartfelt words.

“That won’t do.” Theresa smiled, took Roy’s hand, their fingers intertwined tightly, confident and domineering. “You’re mine, I’m going to keep an eye on you for the rest of my life, so don’t ever think about slacking off.”

“Since it is Princess Theresa’s order, I can only obey.” Roy sighed helplessly, as if resigned to his fate, and quietly clenched the warm softness in his palm.

"Theresia, it's almost time, we need to start preparing..." Kal'tsit's untimely reminder came from behind, breaking the sweet atmosphere between the two.

“Okay, I understand, I’ll go now…” Theresa smiled back at Kal’tsit, then turned to Roy and said, “Let’s go.”

On the way back to the landship, Roy and Kal'tsit exchanged a brief glance. He detected a strange emotion in those deep, calm emerald eyes.

It sounded like a warning, or a reminder, but why didn't she just say it directly?

"Is Kal'tsit holding a grudge against me for arranging for her to wear a maid outfit and taking pictures with me? I always feel like she's not treating me well, and her eyes are a bit strange."

To find out what was going on with Kal'tsit, Roy leaned close to Theresa's ear and whispered his question.

"Huh? Really? I didn't notice." Theresa turned around when she heard this, only to find that Kal'tsit, who should have been following behind her, had already disappeared.

"Strange, where is Kal'tsit? She was just here a moment ago..." Theresa's tone was full of doubt. She didn't know what had happened to Kal'tsit that caused her to act so strangely.

“Let’s go. There are more important things to do now. I’ll ask Mon3tr about the situation later.” Roy lowered his gaze slightly, and a dark spell disappeared from the shadows.

"Then I'll take care of Kal'tsit." Theresa temporarily suppressed her worries and focused on preparing for the upcoming meeting.

Deep within Rhodes Island's PRTS core server room, Precy's fingers clicked rapidly across the control panel. She was attempting to remotely connect to the Lateran host, but encountered significant obstacles; the firewall's strength far exceeded her expectations.

Hearing the light footsteps of Kal'tsit's arrival, Prismus didn't even look up, and said calmly, "AMa-10, you did very well..."

"Prismus, what exactly do you want?" Kal'tsit's movements were stiff, like a puppet being manipulated on strings. The commands Prismus gave prevented her from directly explaining her situation to Theresia and Roy.

“Angel… no, I should say Sarkaz. The impact of the PCS system on the Terrans is somewhat beyond my expectations. Empathy might be able to expand its coverage.”

“The different races on this land need a more efficient way to communicate.” Precys turned to look at Kal'tsit, who had been silent, a smile playing on his lips.

“You…” Kal’tsit opened her mouth to object, but was silenced by Priss’s silencing gesture, and could only express her will to resist with a fierce look in her eyes.

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"Your Highness, is this really alright?" The Sarkaz man in charge of logistics and supplies in the delegation looked down at the sea of ​​people gathered at the port, a slightly uneasy expression on his dark face.

Facing this holy city that Sarkaz had once strictly forbidden from entering, Krell recalled the experience of almost being discovered by patrolling guards when he secretly met with Felia, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

“No problem, Krell. You’re part of the delegation now, so you should act naturally. Come on, your family is waiting for you.” Roy patted Krell on the shoulder, offering him a few words of encouragement.

Rhodes Island slowly sailed into the Holy City amidst the anticipation of the crowd, the resounding horns echoing across the plaza. The Kazdel delegation appeared at the landing gate, and all eyes were fixed on the two Demon Lords at the head of the delegation.

Mostima greeted them with a smile, shook hands with them, chatted warmly, and presented them with gifts he had prepared in advance.

A composed and experienced photographer named Li Boli raised his camera to capture this historic meeting.