My queen is rebelling!

Prime Minister Faria's actions were strange, first shaking his head, then nodding uncertainly.

Grand Duke Silverfrost was confused by Faria's behavior, his tone becoming much sharper:

"Is it going to work or not!

Give me an answer!"

Prime Minister Faria wore a deep look of hesitation and anxiety, finally saying:

"The person who contacted me was the Foreign Minister of the Western Regions Empire. The minister didn't refuse, but he didn't give a clear reply either.

He only said that His Majesty the Emperor was very interested in our bargaining chips.

He also said that the Western Regions Empire would submit a proposal to the Charter Treaty Organization and the Northwest Alliance to resolve the dispute between us and Effiein.

Then he told me to go back and wait for news."

After listening to Prime Minister Faria's words, Grand Duke Silverfrost also fell into the same anxiety.

Hearing this, it seemed that the Western Regions Empire wanted to intervene in the dispute between them and Effiein, but they didn't make a clear statement or reply.

No wonder Faria didn't know how to answer.

After a brief silence, Grand Duke Silverfrost asked:

"What do you think the Western Regions Empire means by saying this?"

Prime Minister Faria subtly raised his eyes, observing the current Grand Duke.

The once high-spirited Grand Duke Silverfrost now had sunken eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, and heavy, dark circles around them.

His hands seemed to be tightly gripping his shoulders, but one could clearly perceive the weakness in them, his fingers trembling involuntarily, his face full of haggardness and occasional flashes of panic.

The pressure and fear that Effiein brought to Grand Duke Silverfrost were too great. Perhaps in the next second, those ferocious beastman legions would surround Frost Star City and drag him down from the Grand Duke's throne.

The fear of death lingered in Grand Duke Silverfrost's heart, and he hadn't slept for several days.

Prime Minister Faria was silent in his heart. Grand Duke Silverfrost couldn't withstand any more blows. He could only give the only answer:

"Your Highness, I believe that the Western Regions Empire has agreed to our request.

The situation we face is about to get better!"

Grand Duke Silverfrost's face showed a relieved expression, and he patted Prime Minister Faria's shoulder forcefully:

"My good Prime Minister, I really owe it to you!"

Prime Minister Faria forced a stiff smile on his face and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, I heard that Viscount Claude has been recalled by you again. Isn't this a bit too..."

Grand Duke Silverfrost's face showed embarrassment, but it quickly disappeared, and he said in a deep voice:

"The matter has been investigated clearly. The so-called army corruption problem is completely fabricated.

It's just a small group of young officers who, seeing the country in crisis, wanted to take the opportunity to incite rebellion and seek undue glory and status.

I have already executed the leading officers, and this matter ends here."

Prime Minister Faria frowned deeply and said softly:

"Your Highness, what about the position of Chief of the Army..."

Grand Duke Silverfrost looked as a matter of course:

Prime Minister Faria's expression froze, his face turning pale, and he couldn't help but say:

"Your Highness!

At this sensitive moment, is it not a lack of consideration to appoint Viscount Claude, who has an extremely close relationship with the Kingdom of Ceylon, as the first leader of the military!

If the people of Effiein receive this news, will they think that this is our provocation to them!

This is extremely detrimental to easing the relationship between us and Effiein!"

Viscount Claude was the minister in the Silverfrost Principality who first proposed to betray Effiein and turn to the Kingdom of Ceylon after the death of King Koen.

At the same time, he was also the minister Andre had won over and surrounded. It was under Viscount Claude's tireless advice that Grand Duke Silverfrost listened to the instructions of the Eastern Regions Empire and hid a thousand elite-level troops in his own exercise troops, completely breaking face with Effiein.

It can be said that Viscount Claude bears an unshirkable responsibility for the current precarious situation of the Silverfrost Principality.

Many people in the country complained about this Viscount Claude, especially after the embezzlement of military pay was found out not long ago. This incident directly detonated the entire Silverfrost Principality's political arena.

In Prime Minister Faria's view, this behavior was tantamount to digging one's own grave. The Silverfrost Principality was already facing a crisis situation and was counting on the army to shoulder the mission of protecting the country.

Viscount Claude dared to embezzle military pay, which was simply greedy, insatiable, and foolish!

Claude's embezzlement of military pay at this critical juncture was motivated by despicable and absurd reasons—because the Eastern Regions Empire Andre's identity was exposed and he retreated in a hurry, the bribes and benefits promised to Claude were not fully realized. He felt that he had suffered a great loss, so he came up with the idea of using military pay to make up for his losses!

And the reason why Claude dared to act so recklessly was all because he had a good sister!

Grand Duke Silverfrost's favorite lover, Madam Claudia!

This good-for-nothing who climbed to a high position by relying on his sister is really going to lead the Silverfrost Principality into an unpredictable abyss!

After Prime Minister Faria learned that Claude had embezzled the army's military pay, he knew that he could no longer stand idly by and watch Claude continue to cause trouble.

He immediately united the entire cabinet and most of the members of the noble council to advise Grand Duke Silverfrost, demanding that Viscount Claude be immediately dismissed and investigated.

Grand Duke Silverfrost complied under pressure at the time, but Prime Minister Faria never expected that while he was abroad running around for the country's crisis, Grand Duke Silverfrost would quietly recall Claude again, and even reappointed him as Chief of Staff of the Army.

Viscount Faria only felt a chill in his heart.

Grand Duke Silverfrost looked impatient when facing Viscount Faria's advice, and said languidly:

"Alright, this matter ends here.

Besides, didn't you all agree to give up Effiein and cooperate with the Kingdom of Ceylon at that time?

Why are you all now pushing the responsibility onto Viscount Claude?

If it weren't for a monstrous king appearing in Effiein, wouldn't we still be living comfortably relying on the two backers of the Kingdom of Ceylon and the Eastern Regions Grand Duke?"

Grand Duke Silverfrost forcefully ended the topic, waving his hand to signal Prime Minister Faria to leave.

The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, a chill rising in his heart. He shook his head gently, bowed, and left the palace.

...

"When a country inevitably slides into the abyss, it always needs someone to stand up and give it a hard step on the accelerator."

Koen sighed as above after investigating the "glorious deeds" of Viscount Claude.

Winsaedler, with her mouth full of food, muttered and asked:

"What accelerator?"

Koen came back to his senses and explained:

"You can understand it as an acceleration spell. Okay, I have almost understood the general situation. Next, I should go find that promising General Roman."

Winsaedler frowned imperceptibly, muttering:

"Clearly having a wife and still keeping a mistress, all the men in the world are the same philanderers!"

Koen wanted to complain, it seemed that you were more in line with the position of a mistress.

However, in order to avoid not having an elf body pillow to sleep with at night, Koen wisely did not speak.

Under Koen's earnest persuasion and training, the elf lady can now accept the degree of using jade feet and mouth.

Having been out for so many days, Koen couldn't bear it any longer.

If he angered Winsaedler again, he would really have nowhere to relieve his loneliness.

After Winsaedler carefully tasted the delicacies of the Silverfrost Principality, the two came to the agreed location, waiting for Julian's trustworthy brother-in-law.

Roman · Bread, born in a remote small town in the Silverfrost Principality, lost his parents since childhood, and his family was poor, relying on his sister for life.

Fortunately, he studied hard enough and had passable talent.

He became the first student in the small town to be admitted to the Silverfrost Army NCO School.

Four years of military school life and experience in Frost Star City, the capital, made this dull and silent small-town test taker even more eager for glory and status.

But reality gave him a heavy blow. Without any resources or background support, he, like most military school classmates, was dispatched to the border after being given a lieutenant's rank.

Disappointment and frustration almost overwhelmed the young, ambitious Roman · Bread.

Fortunately, he had a beautiful sister!

One day, Julian · Singer, a tycoon from the Kingdom of Ceylon, fell in love with Roman's sister at first sight when he was doing business in the Silverfrost Principality.

Under the influence of pillow talk, Roman also entered Julian's field of vision.

Subsequently, with the support of strong funds and connections, Roman's military career took off all the way.

First, he was transferred from the border to the Capital Police Department as the battalion commander of the recruit training camp, and then he was transferred to be the life secretary by a superior in the Capital Police Department.

Then, this superior was transferred to the Special Operations Department as the Chief of the Operations Division, and Roman followed, becoming a major staff officer in the Special Operations Department, and then rose all the way until he became the commander of a Special Operations Regiment that truly commanded a "regular" army.

He became the most dazzling military star in the entire 13th class of the Army.

Especially in the past few years since the Silverfrost Principality's political inclination turned to the Kingdom of Ceylon, General Roman's position, backed by the Ceylon Kingdom's tycoon, has risen even higher.

There are already faint rumors in the Special Operations Department that they want to promote General Roman to the Chief of the Communications Division, truly becoming a high-level figure in the army.

Roman clearly knew that everything he had obtained was inseparable from the support of his brother-in-law, Julian · Singer.

Therefore, he had sincere respect and gratitude for Julian. He also knew that what position he could reach in the Silverfrost Principality in the future completely depended on Julian's favor and importance.

However, the domestic situation has become much more ambiguous recently. Although the top management has been trying its best to block the news, the events that happened in Effiein have still penetrated into Frost Star City through the mouths of bards all over the continent.

The army has fallen into inexplicable panic and horror.

The 20,000-strong “Elite” Orc legion made the soldiers unsure if the Kingdom of Ceylon could withstand them. All they knew was that if their military officers ordered them to attack these Orcs, they would surely die without a burial.

The embezzlement of military funds by Viscount Claude, the Chief of Staff of the Army Headquarters, had caused discontent within the army to accumulate to a critical point.

Fortunately, this Viscount Claude hadn't completely lost his mind; he only embezzled the military funds and supplies of some miscellaneous troops and didn't dare to touch the Special Operations Division.

However, after Claude was reinstated and even executed several leading officers, the dissatisfaction and complaints of the grassroots soldiers became more widespread and spread to the soldiers of the Special Operations Division.

Anyone with eyes could see that the national situation was becoming increasingly grim, especially with a treacherous official like Claude, who relied on his sister to climb to high positions. Instead of thinking about how to contribute to the country in times of national crisis, he even embezzled military funds, which was simply outrageous.

Many young soldiers and grassroots officers with lofty ambitions secretly formed and connected some soldier joint organizations, occasionally spreading some politically incorrect ideas and discussions.

Some soldiers of the First Special Operations Regiment of the Special Operations Division were also affected to some extent, but they dared not complain about Viscount Claude in the army.

Because their immediate superior, Regiment Commander Roman, was also someone who relied on his sister to climb to high positions.

However, unlike the good-for-nothing Viscount Claude, General Roman was definitely a qualified soldier and leader.

Roman stared blankly at the secret report sent by his brother-in-law, almost unable to believe his eyes.

The Baron Singer, who was supreme and influential in his eyes, and could talk and laugh with the military and political bigwigs of the Silver Frost Principality, actually asked him to unconditionally obey and be loyal to the person he was about to meet, in a very stern and solemn tone.

Julian Singer also explicitly stated at the end that the visitor was his true master, and the future wealth and glory of the entire Singer family depended on this person's will.

He even hinted to Roman to perform well, and as long as he could be favored by this big shot, let alone the commander of the Special Operations Division or the Chief of Staff of the Army, even the Prime Minister of the country would be within reach!

Roman's breathing was rapid and strong. The fact that Baron Singer, whom he trusted and relied on, could make such an exciting promise and vision filled him with curiosity and awe for the person who was coming.

Julian's last words also ignited the endless desires in his heart.

Young soldiers always yearn to establish meritorious achievements!

Especially in the current precarious situation, with the Silver Frost Principality losing the support of the Eastern Region Empire and the Kingdom of Ceylon, and facing Aifein, who possessed a 20,000-strong elite Orc legion, the strength to make saints fall, and was full of vengeful anger.

Facing an uncertain future, Roman naturally wanted to find a way out for himself, and Julian's letter was timely beyond words!

So Roman began to wait anxiously, eager to see the person who would change his destiny again.

Finally, after three days of torment, Roman received the time and place for the meeting with the distinguished guest.

……

Inside the private room, Windsor Della's eyes moved slightly, and she said to Cohen:

"He's here, a sixth-order peak cultivator. He should be that General Roman."

"He didn't bring any guards or subordinates, and he doesn't have any magic weapons or magic scrolls on him."

"Safe."

Cohen nodded slightly. After a few minutes, a clear and powerful footstep came from outside the private room, followed by a brief knock on the door.

After a short pause, a low and soothing voice sounded from outside the door:

"Excuse me, is this Sir Yan from the Eastern Region Empire?"

Cohen used the pseudonym and identity he had used in the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Sir Yan, the personal assistant to the chairman of the "Flaming Red Lips" Chamber of Commerce from the Eastern Region Empire.

Cohen didn't hide his voice and replied calmly:

"Is that General Roman?"

Hearing the voice, Roman felt a strange feeling for no reason. The voice sounded too young.

He quickly replied:

"Yes, Sir Yan, I am Roman Blade."

"Okay, please come in."

Roman pushed open the door, and what came into view was indeed an excessively young and handsome face.

So young!

Roman couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly. Could such a young man change his future destiny?

Was this the young man to whom his brother-in-law, Baron Singer, had submitted?

Years of experience allowed him to quickly suppress the strange emotions in his heart, and then he moved his gaze and couldn't help but pause for a moment when he saw Windsor Della's stunning beauty.

Roman swore that the other party was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Even Queen Aifein, who was said to be the most beautiful woman on the continent, was probably nothing more than this.

Then, after noticing the woman's cultivation level and elven features, his heart was filled with horror.

A golden-level elf!

Was this the young man's wife?

All of a sudden, Roman had no doubts about what his brother-in-law had said.

The fact that a young man could have such a beautiful and talented elf girl as a companion meant that the power and background behind him would only be even more terrifying.

Roman had a vague guess in his heart. Could it be that the other party was a prince of some empire?

He quickly suppressed all the emotions in his heart and规矩地收回视线, even though Windsor Della's beauty was rare in the world, he dared not look at her any more.

Roman saluted in a standard manner and said in a deep voice:

"Roman Blade, the commander of the First Special Operations Regiment of the Special Operations Division of the Silver Frost Principality, has met Sir Yan and his wife!"

Cohen waved his hand, motioned for the other party to sit down, and then, under the other party's cramped gaze, said with a light smile:

"Perhaps you should change your address. Yan is my pseudonym outside. You can call me Director, or call me... Your Majesty Corleone!"

Roman was stunned for a moment. When he understood the meaning revealed in Cohen's words, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up with a bang, his eyes bursting with incredible light.

He carefully looked at Cohen's face before he remembered that the other party was indeed similar to the portrait spread by the bards.

Then he immediately thought that, in addition to describing the various earth-shattering feats of King Aifein, those bards also focused on spreading the popular stories among the grassroots people—about the romantic affairs of King Aifein.

In the bards' mouths, King Aifein had a winged elf princess lover by his side, and this person was said to be the chief steward and private envoy of the empress of the Central Empire!

Roman almost immediately linked the elf lady beside this Sir Yan with the legendary winged elf royal daughter.

The other party was actually King Cohen Corleone of Aifein, whose reputation shook the continent, casting a shadow over the entire Silver Frost Principality and bringing mountain-like pressure!

Roman's eyebrows were deeply furrowed together, and a rapid thought emerged between his brows.

What should I do?

Now that his country's greatest enemy was sitting across from him, should he, as a soldier of Silver Frost, do his duty and be loyal to his country?

This ridiculous thought didn't even stay in Roman's mind for a second.

Be loyal to a country that embezzles the military funds of its own soldiers?

Where was the country when I was stationed on the remote border?

Does Silver Frost have me in its heart if I have Silver Frost in my heart?

Should he follow a country on the verge of extinction and be foolishly loyal, or follow a young king with a bright future to establish unparalleled achievements?

This multiple-choice question was easy to answer. Roman took a minute to complete his psychological construction and betrayed his country with peace of mind.

After a brief silence and hesitation, Roman saluted in a standard Aifein military salute and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty Corleone, I, Roman Blade, am willing to offer you my unreserved loyalty and enthusiasm!"

Cohen looked at the other party's unfamiliar Aifein military salute and asked with slight surprise:

"Has General Roman also learned our Aifein military salute?"

Roman showed a wry smile and said:

"Some soldiers below know that they can't stop Your Majesty's military might at all, so in order to save their lives, they are secretly learning the Aifein military salute, hoping to surrender in time."

Windsor Della couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, and Cohen also looked surprised and waved his hand:

"Okay, General Roman, no need to be so polite. The future will prove that you have made an incredibly wise and correct choice."

"The Silver Frost Principality will be great again under your leadership!"

Great again under my leadership!

What beautiful words!

Roman's heart was full of excitement, and he sat down again, but only sat halfway, with a very respectful attitude.

Cohen asked with a faint smile:

"I was very curious when I heard you mention the discussions of the lower-level officers just now. How do the soldiers of your Silver Frost Principality view the future situation of the country?"

Cohen's kind attitude relaxed Roman a lot. He organized his words and told the current situation of the army, and also mentioned the secret gatherings of many grassroots soldiers in joint organizations.

"...In short, the entire army is now in turmoil and the morale of the army is unstable."

"Many big shots in the military also have their own opinions and are very inconsistent."

"Some believe that Aifein has offended the Central Empire and the Eastern Region Empire and is unable to protect itself. Moreover, the strongest kingdom in the northwest, the Kingdom of Ceylon, lies between the two countries, so it is unlikely that Aifein will directly send troops to take revenge."

"Some also believe that they should apologize to Your Majesty in time to ease the relationship."

"Some even proposed some feasible solutions, such as hearing that Your Majesty's queen is an ice-type mage, you can give Aifein a part of the frost crystal mine in the country, and also heard that Your Majesty also likes..."

Roman was startled at this point, and immediately stopped speaking, with an embarrassed and annoyed look on his face, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Obviously, he was talking too much and blurted out!