The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

However, what they didn't know was that Shu Yichao's departure had nothing to do with the gifts they presented.

Because when playing games, Shu Yichao's attitude towards AI giving money was very indifferent.

It would be great if you could give it to me on your own initiative.

But you don't give—

It’s not like I can’t come and get it myself.

He left the Apennine Peninsula simply because the city of Willis had been burned down.

Now that the two red pieces, Osman and Willis, have been eliminated—

Then, those patches of red along the Danube River are quite an eyesore.

"Caesar, why don't we just shoot them down?"

Sophia asked.

She was very jealous of Italy's wealth.

After staying in that poor place of Moria for so long, I suddenly came to this colorful world.

Tsk.

how to say.

There is an urge to grab—I mean take—all the good stuff.

"There are so many colors." Shu Yichao said, "I only have a few thousand people. It's very troublesome to fill in so many colors."

"Fill in the closest ones first."

At this time, the fragmentation of the Apennines was probably only comparable to that of Shinra.

By then, the whole place will be red, which is really a bit driving obsessive-compulsive for coloring enthusiasts.

"Yeah." Sophia nodded and put away the "Art of War" in her hand.

"I understand."

"The great affairs of a nation, the matters of life and death, the principles of survival and destruction, must be carefully considered."

Before starting a war, you must first consider how to end it.

Other enemies are still there, and the situation on the Apennine Peninsula is delicate. It is not the time to act rashly against the Italian states.

come back next time.

I can't always rely on the power of the Khitan Caesar.

Sophia said to herself silently.

"Have you delivered the love letter I sent to that Khitan Caesar?"

The Emperor of the Saint-Noire Empire, Foteni, wore a crimson robe that made her look like a blooming rose.

At this moment, she was looking at the returning messenger with stars in her eyes, obviously hoping that he would bring good news.

But when the messenger took out the box containing her letters, Philippe's face changed suddenly.

“…” Feitini was silent for a while.

"My dear, I think I need an explanation."

"Your Majesty." The messenger rolled his eyes. He and Philippe were relatives and elders to each other, so he could speak more easily.

"I think you are well aware that this letter is very untimely."

"I am well aware of your profound wisdom, Your Majesty."

"However, the Khitan Caesar was an impulsive young man who seemed more interested in the bow and scimitar in his hands than in an exotic romance."

The messenger's words were a bit hurtful.

Deep wisdom?

Isn't this saying that on the one hand, Philippe is old, and on the other hand, that Philippe is only good at court struggles and conspiracies?

Impulsive teenager?

Doesn't this mean that Philae's stupid move of wanting to eat young grass might lead to war?

As for bows and arrows and scimitars?

It's simply naming Phoenicia. Just killing someone so that others can't catch any handle is useless. The Khitan Caesar won't argue with you.

If you don't know how to fight, don't get involved.

Don't let the situation turn out that having a relationship gives someone a free declaration and makes them march on Vienna.

Be careful, because then someone will come with a large army to demand the queen's hand in marriage - and as for the dowry, it will be this country.

"..." Feitini's face darkened. After panting for a while, she said sadly, "Uncle, am I really that unbearable in your eyes?"

"No, Your Majesty." The messenger lowered his head. "I absolutely do not mean to look down on you, Your Majesty."

"..."

That's obviously what you meant!

Phaetony stepped forward, took the box, and took out the letter—

It was torn into pieces and placed in a golden cup filled with wine and inlaid with gems.

Then, Phaetony shook the wine in the glass and poured it on the delicate flowers blooming in the flowerpot next to her.

What is she doing?

The messenger didn't understand.

Then, Phthia took out a bottle of something that looked like perfume and sprinkled a few drops on the roses.

The next moment, the messenger widened his eyes.

The delicate flowers that had just been bright red shrank and withered rapidly, and finally turned into a dark charcoal...

"what?"

The messenger almost dropped his jaw in shock.

"poison?"

He understood!

Since a Scourge of God has already died on his wedding night.

So why can't there be another one who also dies on their wedding night?

You can even take this opportunity to obtain the Norma Empire!

Blood Rose.

It really is a blood rose!

Phetney said calmly, "These two, taken separately, are not toxic at all. No matter how hard you try, they're just perfume."

"It's poisonous when fused together, but it's ineffective against tough skin and isn't generally considered a poison."

"However……"

Phetney shook the bottle and pointed to her nose: "People need to breathe."

"When faced with a beautiful woman, who can resist taking a deep breath of her fragrance during lovemaking?"

"Just a little bit..."

"Small, deadly, and absolutely concealed."

"People don't even die right away—they just fester in their mouths, noses, hearts, and chests later in life."

"Until the end, I just thought I was sick."

"Ordinary people might just become sickly people lying in bed."

"But for a brave knight, that would be enough to destroy all his honor and pride."

“…” The messenger discovered that his own self-willed actions might have ruined Phoenician’s plans.

"It's okay." Feitni comforted.

"We still have a chance."

"and……"

“It doesn’t matter if I fail.”

Fethini looked towards the south and muttered to herself.

"Soon, all nations will unite."

"after all……"

"The Khitan Caesar is too young."

Chapter 73 - World Alliance

"The Khitan Caesar is too young."

The Eternal City, where the Pope resides, is located in what is arguably the most magnificent church in the world.

The Pope spoke slowly.

All the archbishops had solemn expressions on their faces.

They were originally wondering why the Pope called them here today.

As a result, the Pope actually asked them to go on diplomatic missions to various countries, calling on emperors, kings, princes, dukes... from all over the place to form a World Crusade together, and then fight against the Khitan Caesar!

The archbishops expressed doubts.

This is so fucking hard to imagine.

Not to mention the various new and old grudges between countries, which make it almost a mess.

To put it simply, the Khitan Caesar had only a few thousand men.

In order to defeat him, the whole world needs to work together?

I'm afraid not all monarchs would treat this news as a joke.

Just when everyone was talking about it.

The Pope opened his eyes, which were almost buried in his wrinkles, and spoke slowly.

"The Khitan Caesar is too young."

He stood up and walked stiffly.

"Those who have seen the Khitan Caesar have guessed how old he was."

The Pope's eyes slowly passed over each archbishop, looking at their expressions of surprise, worry, or fear.

"Some guess he's fifteen."

"Some guess he's sixteen."

"Some also guessed he was seventeen."

The Pope stopped and then, in the softest of voices, uttered the most deafening words.

"But no one dared to guess that he was eighteen!"

"Even Alexander the Great, who nearly conquered the entire world, was only twenty years old when he ascended the throne!"

"Attila, the Scourge of God, who also made the world tremble, became king at the age of thirty!"

"And the Khitan Caesar, a boy who may have been only fifteen years old, has now restored an empire!!"

The archbishops were horrified.

"Such a young Whip of God." A smile appeared on the corner of the Pope's mouth.

"Who dares to let him exist any longer?"

"Who would allow him to continue to exist?"