“Hey everyone, long time no see!”
“Your current royal selection score is 24 points.”
As the voice of the Oak Tree envoy fell, the reception room suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
An unprecedented silence enveloped the room, and it weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.
Greya felt a jolt in his chest.
24 points?
This number seemed laughably insignificant compared to the scores of the other eight princes, hardly worth anyone’s attention.
Yet just ten days ago, this number was -576.
In just ten days, it skyrocketed by 600 points.
Greya certainly couldn’t believe it was his trivial actions that caused such a massive change.
He unconsciously cast a glance at the last arrival, Duke Tilius, only to find him wearing an expression of astonishment and admiration.
It was as if he had anticipated everything happening right now, but the outcome still surpassed the highest expectations.
What on earth happened?
This question swept through everyone’s minds.
Not just Greya; even Morris and Afia showed expressions of shock and joy, glancing at each other in disbelief.
They were completely dazed by the sudden good news.
Even Ivyst, who had been sitting silently in her wheelchair, slightly lifted her head, letting her soft white hair fall gently to her waist, her cold gaze betraying a hint of surprise.
“Impossible.”
After a long silence, the second prince, Felix, slowly spoke up.
He wasn’t enraged that Ivyst had survived the elimination round; he merely questioned the outcome.
At that moment, Felix furrowed his brows and stood up from the sofa.
Looking at the Oak Tree envoy, who shared a look of shock and confusion, he asked, “What was the reason given for the score increase?”
Clearly, even with all his power and connections, Felix thought it wouldn’t be easy to achieve such a high score in just ten days.
Let alone Ivyst.
This seemed utterly absurd.
Hearing the second prince’s question, the Oak Tree envoy paused for a moment and then began to read the content on the parchment: “The reason given for the score increase is…”
“Rebuilding order after disaster, winning the hearts of the entire city—600 points added.”
Absurd.
As soon as he heard this reason, the word popped into Felix’s mind.
Setting up order in this hopeless city was far-fetched to begin with.
And as for winning hearts?
The citizens could certainly be deceived like pigs and dogs, but that doesn’t mean a few simple tricks could earn their loyalty.
In fact, during the Level 0 Sealed Item incident, Felix had attempted to rally the people’s spirits to gain a score increase from the Oak Tree, but was thwarted by that kid’s words.
To top it off, witnessing “She said, this world shouldn’t have filth,” manifest in front of the people was like a miracle, and it can be said that Felix’s previous preparations were all for naught, stolen away by Ivyst.
It’s a pity she didn’t cherish the opportunity; instead of capitalizing on the momentum to win hearts, she remained inactive for over a month after the incident.
Missing that chance, the shock from that scene would gradually fade in the people’s hearts, until forgotten.
So right now, Felix utterly disbelieved the result.
But the information was coming from the impeccable Oak Tree organization.
This left him in unprecedented confusion.
“What did you all do?”
He turned to look at the silent white-haired woman in the wheelchair, then at the people from Augusta Manor he had previously dismissed.
Yet they appeared just as clueless, seemingly failing to understand the current situation.
If so, then the problem had to rest on the shoulders of the last person who arrived.
Felix took a deep breath and bowed slightly: “Duke, it seems you’re the mastermind behind all of this.”
“If that’s the case, could you spare some time to enlighten me? I’m quite curious about everything that has happened these past few days.”
His intel team in Orlen City had been executed behind the scenes due to their prior misjudgment regarding Lynn Bartleon.
The new batch hadn’t arrived yet, and since Felix was the type to ignore uninteresting matters, he hadn’t really paid attention to Orlen City’s recent changes.
Duke Tilius looked at him and asked, “What do you think is the most scarce resource in Orlen City right now? Or rather, what must be prioritized to restore order?”
Felix confidently replied, “Food.”
“With the disaster just passed, over 200,000 homeless refugees are facing a survival crisis.”
“To restore order, chaos must be stopped, and the only way to halt that chaos is to fill the bellies of these disaster victims.”
Duke Tilius smiled: “Looks like you’re quite aware.”
Felix shook his head: “It’s easier said than done.”
“The already scarce food in the city is tightly controlled by those nobles, funneled out at exorbitant prices, draining the wealth from the people’s pockets. Even if the City Council opens the granaries to distribute relief grains, it’s still just a drop in the bucket in front of over 200,000 mouths.”
“They control the prices, and if someone like the Augusta family attempts to lower the prices, the nobles would band together to hoard all the cheaper food, only to resell it back into the market.”
“It’s a rather foolish act.”
Upon hearing this, Greya, standing in the corner, turned beet red and lowered his head.
But Felix didn’t care and continued, “In my view, to solve the food problem outright, two things must be addressed.”
“First, we must ensure that the disaster-profiting nobles possess enough food to supply 200,000 refugees.”
“Second, we need a strong military power capable of forcibly requisitioning the food stored by those nobles. In simpler terms, we must kill.”
“As for the first point, it has proven to be an impossible task.”
“The surrounding transportation routes have been destroyed and are under urgent repair. Food from other cities can’t be brought in, and the food the nobles have isn’t much either. It won’t be long before Orlen City faces a cannibalistic situation.”
“This already deadlocks everything. Insufficient food is an unsolvable problem.”
“And the subsequent emergency reinforcements seem to still be on the march, unable to reach Orlen City within ten days.”
“I’m not belittling you; considering the current circumstances, you indeed lack the means to achieve the second point.”
“After all, those local nobles are no lambs waiting to be slaughtered. If you try to forcibly requisition their properties, the combined strength of their cooperation shouldn’t be underestimated.” Moreover, if you target these people without cause, the Imperial Capital certainly wouldn’t allow it.
As if they were just pigs and dogs, the citizens could die, but the elite nobles shouldn’t be bleeding out!
Upon hearing this, Duke Tilius briefly sank into silence before nodding lightly: “You’re not wrong.”
In fact, his trip to Orlen City was nearly laughable, losing face as an Elector.
First, it was the Church of Heavenly Justice’s situation, where he struggled to manage things, and it was thanks to that kid that they salvaged his reputation.
This second event, he was supposed to act against the disaster-profiting nobles while order was yet to be restored, but unfortunately, his army broke down.
He had initially believed over 8,000 bodyguards were enough to let him roam freely in Orlen City, but who could have predicted the subsequent Level 0 Sealed Item incident?
It can only be said that it was a case of non-belligerent disaster.
“So, in the absence of meeting any conditions, how did you achieve this?”
Felix stared at Duke Tilius.
He certainly believed in the Oak Tree organization’s impartiality.
So right now he was even more perplexed.
!
With Duke Tilius’s means, he should be incapable of achieving such a level.
Unless that person was still alive.
At the moment that thought arose, Felix felt a hint of astonishment within.
Wait a minute.
From start to finish, it seems nobody confidently stated or provided secret intel that Lynn Bartleon had sacrificed during the disaster.
They all simply assumed that a mere Level 1 bug couldn’t possibly survive the Level 0 Sealed Item rampage.
But… what if he actually did!?
As the one with the quickest mind, Felix instinctively shifted his gaze toward Duke Tilius.
He saw a smile creeping at the corner of the Duke’s mouth.
“It seems you all forgot one person.”
“And… didn’t it feel like it’s been noisy outside since just now?” Duke Tilius suddenly turned and looked at Greya by the window. “Kid, open the curtains.”
Greya stood there, dazed.
He was still lost in the Duke’s previous words.
Could it be…?
No, it’s impossible.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any trace after searching for a month… wait!
Given that guy’s character and methods, not finding any traces should be the best answer, right?!
In an instant, a strange premonition arose in everyone’s hearts, including Greya.
Even Ivyst, whose red eyes had originally been lifeless and dim, seemed to catch a glimmer of light for some reason.
It was a passionate emotion mixed with fiery intensity and sickness.
As Greya hurriedly ripped the curtains down, everyone’s gaze was immediately drawn to the scene outside.
At that moment, in the three-story reception room of the manor, everyone’s attention was suddenly attracted by the countless ordinary citizens gathered outside the manor.
Thousands?
Tens of thousands?
Or… hundreds of thousands?
Countless people surged like a tide, filling the streets and alleys as far as the eye could see.
They raised their hands high, their bright eyes sparkling with gratitude and reverence.
Though separated by windows and walls, everyone in the reception room could hear the name they were chanting.
Their voices merged above the manor, loud and resounding.
“Ivyst!”
The people collectively called out the name of the third princess of the Saint Roland Empire.
Amidst it all, words like “Your Highness,” “Beloved,” “Great,” and “Sixth Saint Roland” mixed in.
It was as if they were standing before their future ruler.
They were willing to tread through fire and water for her, even offer their own hearts.
A unprecedented visual and spiritual impact instantly washed over the entire reception room.
Felix unconsciously stepped back a half-step.
Because even he, ranking first in the sequence, had never received such sincere and intense adoration from the people; it was only during his father, Sixth Saint Roland’s, public appearances that he occasionally witnessed such spectacle.
How could this be possible?
A touch of absurdity surfaced in his heart.
Yet at this moment, even Ivyst didn’t realize her delicate white fingers suddenly clenched tightly.
Her heart, once seemingly dead, suddenly quickened its rhythm.
The scene before her was something she had yearned for all her life but had never been able to realize.
Yet now, it appeared before her in a way she had never imagined.
Within reach.
Ivyst stared in a daze at the sight outside, suddenly seeing a carriage slowly parting the crowd, making its way into Augusta Manor.
The carriage drew nearer, gradually slowing down before stopping beside the road below.
For no reason, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat.
In the next moment, as the door was gently pushed open, a tall black-haired youth jumped out from the carriage.
Seeming to sense the ardent gazes from above, the youth wore a familiar smile, tilting his head to look up at the third floor.
“Everyone, long time no see!”
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