Extraordinary Voyage

When the Hatrafa Port in the New Continent greeted the morning, the grand luncheon for the engagement ceremony in St. Cruz of the Old Continent was already completed.

The elegantly dressed guests had gradually dispersed, while the story behind the scenes was just beginning.

"Your Highness, please follow us..."

"The Dome Palace is truly a treasure of world art, let us introduce you to the place where you will live in the future."

"Haha, many places are never open to outsiders. We are fortunate to glimpse these treasures, thanks to Your Highness, our lucky star..."

A group of fashionable noblewomen and gentle ladies of the Kingdom surrounded the frail, paper-like princess who had traveled from afar, to explore the magnificent Dome Palace, akin to a World Museum.

Meanwhile.

The other protagonist of the engagement ceremony, King Philip II of Hilus, was meeting a mysterious figure in a resting room.

To be honest, amidst the complex and tedious ceremonies, this king hadn't really paid much attention to Princess Mary Teresa's appearance.

Regardless of beauty or ugliness, height or slenderness, the real object of his marriage was not her, but the crown she represented!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the successful completion of the engagement ceremony with the Habsburg family.

Once you truly wear that supreme crown, we can gradually begin implementing the next step of the plan.

No one understands the power of mediums better than our Curse School; it will become the ladder to supreme royal authority for you and your family!"

In luxurious attire, although nearly forty years old in actual age, Philip II, appearing still youthful, saw the long-coveted ambition of generations about to be realized in his hands.

Unable to restrain his excitement, he downed the precious wine he held:

"Ha, the wedding is still a year away, but I already find it hard to wait."

Beside him, the white-haired middle-aged man dressed in black robes promptly bowed slightly, assuring this impatient king:

"Rest assured, Your Majesty! I assure you that the Emperor Maximilian of the Holy Rosar Empire will return to the Primordial God Tirentius' Celestial Kingdom within a month of your marriage to Princess Mary."

The speaker, whose age was indiscernible beneath his fair complexion, was indeed Anduin, the Great Wizard of the Curse School, who had returned to Hilus with the Guard Commander.

Somehow, within just a year, he had successfully gained Philip II's trust, even becoming the king's confidant.

"I've recognized Lord Anduin's abilities. When Hilus' supreme authority shines upon the world, the Source Continent will undoubtedly have a place for the Curse School.

This is the promise from the rulers of land and sea!

I clearly understand your demands, unlike those bastards dining on generous offerings from the Kingdom, yet dare to interfere in its affairs..."

At this point, Philip II's expression turned slightly gloomy, recalling the unsightly face of the "Eternal Flame" Archbishop, who presided over the engagement ceremony as if he had lost his entire family.

The longstanding frustration in his heart seemed ready to burst into flames from his chest!

As the most noble ruler of this land, he had suffered enough hindrances from the "Eternal Flame" Church, despite the multifaceted help they had provided the Kingdom.

From providing extraordinary knights to the "Legendary Battleship," especially in the initial conquest of the New Continent, summoning the Fire Bathed Angel to strike down the aboriginal main gods one by one, establishing Hilus' initial dominance over the New Continent.

But this also allowed the Church's influence, along with more rebels inclined toward the Church rather than the Kingdom, to infiltrate all aspects of the military, administration, and commercial systems, creating a situation difficult to remedy.

Clearly, those "Servants of God" were more like investors, never showing any special favor toward Hilus, almost labeling Hilus directly as their "moneybag."

Especially the Church's "City of Freedom," "Bright Light City," and "Holy City," Novigrad, which had no output yet devoured vast resources allocated by Hilus, even firmly suppressing Hilus!

All because of a hole in the city center, with a flame that hasn't extinguished for over a thousand years? Is this a miracle? Is this evidence closer to the "Eternal Flame" than the St. Cruz established through the blood, sweat, and wisdom of the Hilus people?

Philip II and all the successive kings were not convinced!

Every ruler on the continent knows that as a secular king, one must distinguish "God" from the "Church."

During the "Dark Millennium" before the "Renaissance Movement," there were almost no divine manifestations, let alone angels frequently descending to interfere in worldly affairs now.

Like the mundane kingdoms, Wizard Schools, and other organizations formed by mortals, what force can thrive forever?

Historic instances of divine sects' corruption and downfall, followed by mortals receiving divine revelation and rebuilding the Church, can still be found in history books.

This also enabled secular powers to discern the true nature of the Church; mortals can't control the divine, but they can possibly influence other mortals, and the church of God is not monolithic.

No one understands the internal conflicts within Hilus more than Philip II.

After truly releasing the signal of the impending coronation as Emperor today, perhaps it becomes clear who are my enemies, and who might become my friends.

I, Philip II, the great King of the Hilus people, Emperor of the Holy Rosar Empire, might very well stir up another religious revolution.

In these times when the external world is at peace, it is time to thoroughly resolve the internal conflicts within the Kingdom!

Establish the eternal achievements of the Hilus Empire!

....

Rustle, rustle...

The exquisite pen seemed to be held by an invisible hand, automatically leaving lines of writing identical to Aiven's handwriting on a sheet of paper as thin and green as a cicada's wing.

Seeing the pen endowed with activated spiritual light draw the final period on the paper.

Aiven carefully picked it up, thoroughly read through it, confirming there were no issues, then carefully rolled up the letter titled "Overlord Disqualification Plan" and handed it to a seagull perched by his side.

Caw——

The pure white seagull, without a single speck of other color, took the letter with its claws, gave a gentle call and then flapped its wings to take off.

Bang!

With a loud explosion in the air, it had already burst into particles of light and vanished from the Material World.

This "messenger" would be relayed via the Spirit Realm, heading to the mainland of Phaletis to deliver the letter to Crown Prince Liwina. In the Spirit Realm, the concept of space is meaningless, and it could even be described as instantaneous.

And in the colonies, separated by vast oceans, timely communication with the mainland relies on a seated wizard who controls a spirit realm messenger.

Although without the owner's permission, especially when the recipient is an extraordinary person, the weak messenger can hardly force delivery, just like how spirit realm creatures cannot reach the Material World.

But in the "Violet Eye" at New Inn Port, there is a pre-set corresponding beacon, and if one wishes to send a message, association members only need to have the messenger deliver it there, similar to a landline phone.

As a reward for the "Siren's Song," Aiven, who already has the status of an official wizard, of course also has the privilege of using it for free.

However.

Besides sending messages, do not expect to deliver packages through the Spirit Realm. The Spirit Realm does not support that format, and even message sending can only transmit special letters written on spiritual paper, which are quite valuable.

For others, capturing suitable spirit realm creatures may be necessary, but not for Aiven.

He has already performed the corresponding ritual for a pair of spiritual seagulls that are permanently residing in the Spirit Realm, binding them to his own beacon, making them his exclusive messengers.

"All that can be done has been done, let us hope Her Highness can make a decision!"

Gazing into the void, Aiven remained deep in thought.

After leaving Milan's residence, he didn't sleep the entire night, continuously pondering what impact would follow if the Great Treasure Fleet truly fell.

On the surface, it would certainly be a cause for celebration among various countries. Whether enmity exists or not, the misfortune of the Hilus is something most countries within the civilized world are happy to see.

However, as a military powerhouse capable of challenging the world alone, the first thing Hilus might do is shift the losses onto others.

The lessons from the past are not far removed. Just by looking at the intelligence preserved by various countries, it's clear that after previously losing their fleets, they have always resorted to frantic plundering, and tensions with neighboring colonies deepened, let alone now when their warmongering is ever-increasing?

Who will be the victim? Or rather, who would not be the victim of Hilus?

And this is the opportunity!

With the memories of two lifetimes, he clearly knows how the first Sun Never Sets Empire once shattered into illusions, and how similar the circumstances are to the current Hilus!

This is also the origin of the "Overlord Disqualification Plan."

When the victim's united front is established, it marks the beginning of the first step, the "Blood Loss Plan," and also his chance to advance further!

Step.. step.. step..

Standing up, he walked step by step to the window.

On the distant pier.

A heavy cruiser "Venus"; a Level 3 Battleship "Storm Cape"; and two Level 5 cruisers "Gladiator" and "Wrestler," which had also been modified by him, although completely unrecognizable, with enhanced performance, were quietly moored.

"Now I may have slightly qualified to join this game, don't I?"

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