After the banquet.
The guests left one after another, leaving only Eight-cloud Ink's group in the hall.
Accompanying them were Albion's current air force general and temporary army general.
— The former army general had defected and was now a member of the Aristocratic Party.
On the throne sat the old James I, and beside him stood the Prince of Wales.
"Your Excellency Yakumo, Miss Norej, please look at this."
After receiving a map from James I, Wales stepped forward and unfolded it on a long table.
Everyone gathered around.
"This is Newcastle, then … here, in this valley, there is a rebel army camp. Because the back is against a cliff, there is only one entrance, so it is easy to defend and hard to attack. "
"If the Dragon Knights were still here, we could launch an attack from the air, but unfortunately, the Dragon Knights have also defected."
Wales pointed to a place on the map and explained the current situation.
"There are about 3,000 people in the camp, most of them are the enemy's Knights, with a small number of Mages."
Wales raised his head and looked at Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice before bowing deeply.
"Please, Your Excellency Yakumo, Miss Norej! I hope you can help us remove this nail that is embedded in Newcastle! "
"Hmm …"
Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
"This is the port, right?"
Yakumo asked as she pointed at the port closest to Newcastle on the map.
"Yes."
"The rebel fleet that we saw during the day is docked there? That Royal? "
Wales replied. Eight-cloud Ink pondered for a moment before looking at Patrice.
"Sister Muq, I'll deal with this barracks. How about you go and help us snatch the Emperor's Ship? If the Royal is back in the hands of the Royal Family, it will undoubtedly greatly increase the morale of the Royal Faction. "
"I don't know how to operate a ship."
Patrice shook her head.
"So if you really want to do this, you will need to send some crew members. After I deal with the rebels there, you will be responsible for getting the ship back. Of course, by that time, the Royal might have been damaged in battle."
"Thank you so much!"
This time, James the First slowly walked down from the throne and bowed to the two of them together with Wales.
Following that, the Air Admiral called over a dozen experienced soldiers and had them follow Patrice to the harbor.
When he asked about Eight-cloud Ink, he received the following answer:
"There's no need to send people to follow me. Nothing will be left there anyway."
After Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice departed, Waludo lowered his head and smiled at the few remaining people in the hall.
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It was a dark and windy night.
A military camp in a valley not far from Newcastle was brightly lit.
The rebel soldiers were drinking and making merry in high spirits because their commanding officer had said that they would launch a general attack on Newcastle the next day. All the troops in the vicinity would be mobilized to destroy the evil and stubborn King's party in one fell swoop.
Then Albion would usher in a new era.
In order to boost morale for tomorrow's battle, the officers allowed the soldiers to relax tonight.
At the top of the cliff, Eight-cloud Ink sat on a protruding rock and looked down at the bustling military camp.
"Instead of recuperating before a great battle, you've been drinking all night? A motley crew. "
"But the royal family that was forced into a desperate situation by this motley crew doesn't seem to be much..."
All the countries in Halkekinia, except for Romania that worshipped their ancestors and had religious supremacy, had a political system similar to a feudal system.
Powerful nobles would be enfeoffed by the royal family and had great power in the territory.
Although this would inevitably weaken the royal family's power, it had been like this for thousands of years. If the royal family didn't enfeoff the nobles with meritorious service, it would inevitably lead to discord.
But this time, most of the nobles in Albion had rebelled.
These nobles who controlled most of the country's territory and had a large number of private armies formed an overwhelming force against the royal family.
However, it wasn't easy to unite so many nobles. Even if these nobles intended to establish a republic after overthrowing the royal family, without a strong leader during wartime, the rebellion would definitely not succeed.
"So, there should be a mastermind behind this."
Eight-cloud Ink sighed faintly.
"From the information from Wales, there isn't such a prestigious noble in Albion..."
"Then, there should be forces from other countries involved."
"Toristine is impossible. After the Albion nobles' rebellion succeeds, their next target would be Toristine."
"Although Grumania and Toristine are quasi-allies, they can't be cleared of suspicion."
"Then there's Gria. I heard their king is called the 'Incompetent King'. No matter how I look at it, it's suspicious."
"As for the religious country, Romania, it's a country ruled by the pope. Theocracy is supreme. Just hearing it makes me uncomfortable. "
There were too many suspicious targets. Eight-cloud Ink couldn't determine which country was behind this.
"Forget it, I won't think about it if I can't figure it out. Let's take care of this rebel army first."
He stood up and flipped his wrist. A rune card suddenly appeared at his fingertips.
"Now, let's start the fireworks."
After Eight-cloud Ink lightly threw the rune card, the surging demonic power swept up a violent gust of wind that blew down the surrounding trees.
"— — Sprite" Chaos Floterfly "!!"
The Yakumo Clan was inseparable.
Therefore, Eight-cloud Ink's bullet screen could see the shadow of Yui's bullet screen as well as the shadow of You Youzi's bullet screen.
Marisa once said that the feeling of fighting a bullet screen battle with the "little brother from the Yakumo Clan" was like facing a weakened version of Yakumo Yui and You Youzi at the same time.
Looking up from the military camp below, a large number of beautiful red and white light butterflies suddenly appeared in the sky.
Countless light butterflies scattered in all directions. Their numbers increased and finally covered the entire military camp.
"What, what's that?"
"What beautiful butterflies … But are there butterflies in this season?"
"Wait, no! It's an enemy attack!! "
After the initial chaos, the military camp was immediately alarmed.
The soldiers who were drinking and having fun earlier all grabbed their weapons in a panic and looked up at the light butterflies in the sky vigilantly.
After the light butterflies flew into the military camp, they suddenly exploded.
"Boom!!"
The rebel army was caught off guard and was instantly thrown into chaos.
But it wasn't over yet. The attack of the light butterflies was still in progress. Dazzling lilies appeared on the ground.
These lilies were connected to each other by pillars of light, forming a huge net of light.
The net began to rotate. Everything touched by the pillars of light, regardless of whether it was a person or an object, was cut open as if by a sharp blade.
The light rays that formed the net of light gradually changed from "lines" to "surfaces". The intersecting surfaces that were perpendicular to the ground radiated more light rays that connected to each other.
These light rays once again became "surfaces". This cycle repeated over and over again, covering the entire military camp in an instant.
Beautiful, enchanting, but extremely deadly.
In the end, following the explosion of all the light butterflies, the entire military camp was razed to the ground.
Eight-cloud Ink raised her head and looked into the distance.
There, she could faintly see the port burning in a sea of fire.
"Ah, Sister Muq has also made her move."
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