From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Fringilla Weige's voice slowly flowed out from the light curtain in front of her.

Things haven't been going well in Nilfgaard lately—or rather, things haven't been going well for Emhyr var Emreith lately.

It is true that he is the supreme emperor of the Black Sun Empire. He personally expanded Nilfgaard from a province-sized place to a country that now dominates the entire south, and expanded the empire's armament system to the most appalling level in human history.

A militaristic behemoth can arouse fear in all kingdoms of this era, large and small, because it will continue to devour the surrounding forces and grow stronger, and it will never have enough to eat.

But when such a country's outward expansion is curbed - everything doesn't look so good.

"There are many voices in the empire now." Fringilla reported. "The nobles have long been tired of wars. They cannot accept this kind of activity that continuously increases Emhyr's prestige but rarely benefits them. Among them Duke Joachim de Wet, whom you specially released from the battlefield, had the greatest impact."

"The lower-level soldiers tasted the sweetness of meritorious service in battle, and they protected Emhyr for a while. But when they discovered that the empire had no intention of launching another war in the short term, they also began to complain against Emhyr."

"And in recent years, the newly conquered kingdoms are also ready to take action, and there are always local rebellions."

"The most important thing is that Marshal Mennonite also died on the battlefield. This greatly reduced Emhyr's control over the army, and also caused other large and small forces that were originally closely attached to him to have other ideas."

Fringilla looked up and concluded: "Emhyr is already exhausted."

Lan leaned back in the chair, tapped the armrest with his knuckles, and thought for a while.

Just as he expected.

Emhyr's personal ability is indeed rare in history. His rise is too fast and his personal prestige is too strong.But it is also because of this that he has exaggerated confidence in himself, believing that as long as he keeps winning, he can use his prestige to suppress everything.

Maybe it was because he was cursed and wandered outside for too long when he was young, resulting in a lack of education. Emhyr's mind was always on how to fight with people, but he never thought about how to build a good relationship with the old nobles in the country.

In the original history, he violated the royal tradition and refused to marry an established noble in the country. Instead, he turned around and wanted to marry Xili, a "wild girl from the north", and almost started a rebellion in the upper echelons of the empire.

In the game plot a few years later, if the player helps Radovid V or Dijkstra unify the northern border, Emhyr, who is once again blocked on the battlefield, will directly die in the coup launched by the domestic opposition forces.

It was quite similar to a certain emperor of the Roman Empire in Lann's previous life - Jingluo was crying.

Lan thought for a while and asked Fringilla: "What role did you play in it?"

"I also returned home after the defeat. Now people like me and Duke Witte have formed a separate faction to prevent Emhyr's post-war liquidation."

Lann laughed: "So you are also considered one of Emhyr's opponents?"

Fringilla nodded: "My uncle also played a lot of role in it."

The Weige family where Fringilla belongs is one of the few warlock families that is passed down as a family.Her uncle Artorios Vigo was a top warlock comparable to Tisaya in the North.

There is still a lot of say within the empire.

"What should I do next, Lord Lannister?" Fringilla lowered her head.

Lan thought for a while and asked, "You said that all the soldiers at the bottom are eager for war?"

Fringilla nodded and said: "But because the Third Legion and the Fourth Cavalry Regiment were completely wiped out, the empire's elite troops didn't even have seeds left. So Emhyr has been hesitant, and I have many suggestions to stop him. Wage war..."

"Why stop it?"

Fringilla was stunned.

"If the country is in turmoil, wouldn't it be better to use war to divert internal conflicts?" Lann said with a gentle smile.

Fringilla chewed on this sentence over and over again and felt it made sense.

But this shouldn’t be the truth coming from the Duke of the North!

You are the Duke of the North!What was it about encouraging the Emperor of the South to start a war?

unless……

"That's right." Lan seemed to understand Fringilla's thoughts and said first, "I also need a war, a war with the southerners."

Fringilla asked tentatively: "In order to... divert internal conflicts?"

Lann did not answer this sentence, but continued: "So next I will ask you to facilitate this matter, and it is best to start this war next year or the year after."

Fringilla realized that she was talking too much and quickly lowered her head: "Yes."

Lann began to knock on the back of the chair again and again, and in his mind he began to evaluate the various powers at hand.

How long will it take for the witcher apprentice to be able to conduct the Trial of Green Grass, how long will it take for the gryphon to grow up, the integration of Saskia's independent kingdom, the unicorn from another world...

He suddenly asked: "How is the cultivation of Nilfgaard's magical power?"

Fringilla was stunned.Fortunately, she has already memorized this information, and she is now even one of the leaders of the magic side of the empire.

"Nowadays, several senior warlocks are studying new combat methods for warlock troops and the training direction of soldiers, and developing new tactics."

Fringilla's tone fluctuated: "It's just that there are not many high-level warlocks in the empire now, and even if there are, they all go to remote areas and are unwilling to become the team leader..."

Lann laughed: "Ignore those high-level warlocks and train as many high-level warlock soldiers as possible. Is it possible?"

Fringilla was stunned again.

One moment, the Duke of the North wants the South to launch another war of aggression against the North, and the next moment he wants to enrich the empire's magic reserves. What on earth is he thinking?
But she could only respond: "Yes."

Lan nodded with satisfaction: "In addition, I have a few letters to give to your dwarf banker over there. I will use teleportation magic to send them to you later. Remember to hand them over."

"Yes."
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The Southern Empire is experiencing turmoil and undercurrents.

This period of time in the north was not peaceful either.

Sintra, the royal capital.

Next to the teleportation circle.

More than a hundred royal guards, led by Lion Guard House himself, formed a solid steel guardrail to separate this place from the outside.

But this still couldn't stop the curiosity of the people of Cintra. Circles and circles of citizens gathered around the teleportation circle, watching the elegant men and women coming out one after another, and they started talking about it.

"Look, look, another one!" someone exclaimed, dressed as a bard, "I recognize this coat of arms! The cross on the grass - it's Brugg! The kingdom on the other side of the Blochlon Forest!" "

Someone sighed: "How many kings is this in these days? There can be twenty, right?"

Another person echoed: "I have seen more kings than barons now. In the entire North, only Duke Lannister brings them all together, right?"

This man's words aroused a chorus of approval, and many people immediately echoed him.

"Only Lord Lannister!"

"Praise be to the Lion of Sintra!"

They cheered to themselves, completely ignoring the livid face of the king who had just stepped out of the teleportation array.

They continued to discuss: "How many kings can come in the end? Can there be fifty?"

"Is there a plague on your head? How can there be so many kingdoms in the north? I think there are at most thirty!"

"Thirty...that's a lot, so many kingdoms..."

…Yeah, so many kingdoms.

House looked at the king walking out of the teleportation array and held the lion-headed sword at his waist.

Some of these kingdoms are too many.

He strode forward and saluted the new king: "Your Majesty Vincelav, I am House of Sintra. Please follow me, and my soldiers will escort you with your troops. Attend meetings.”

King Vincelav glanced at the coat of arms on House's body and looked unhappy.

"A knight... you are qualified to protect me. But you Cintra people - are all like this?"

He looked at the Sintra people not far away, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed.

"The people are welcoming His Majesty who has come from afar." House wore a helmet so his expression couldn't be seen, but the corners of his covered mouth still smiled habitually.

If Ace saw it, he would definitely exclaim that his smile looked a lot like Duke Lannister's.

"And His Majesty Foltest has already arrived. He misses you very much and specifically asked me to take you there as soon as possible."

King Wenslav suddenly stopped talking. Bruge was a vassal state of Temeria.

He left in a hurry.After him, kings were still being taken to the palace one after another.

Enns is busy almost continuously, serving all the kings in the north at the same time. This is the biggest challenge in the old butler's life.

Lan was stepping on the side hall that had been transformed into a conference room, looking at the people sitting around the round table in front of him with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

The closest to him is of course East of Skellige.The King of the Islands has been wandering around the Sintra Palace for a long time. He just sat back down with his eyes filled with nostalgia.

Next to the newly succeeded Radovid V of Redania in East.The little king was not very close to Rann or East, but standing behind him was his current teacher—Novigrad Consul Shapet.

Then came Queen Mive of the United Kingdom of Lyria and Rivia, and next to her was Demavi of Aedirn.

Foltest chose a location that was neither close nor far from Rann. A large number of other kings gathered around him, including the Kingdom of Brugg, the Principality of Elland, the Prince of Maribo, and Lower Soden. etc.

Only Elder Brovar Hogg of Mahakam ran to a position relatively close to Rann.But even so, in terms of numbers, Fuertestai is the largest force around the round table at the moment.

Temeria has the largest number of subject states.

In addition, there are other kings that Lann doesn't usually have much contact with.

The big ones include Kevir and Povis, and the smaller ones include the Principality of Atri, the Kingdom of Sidaris, the Hennfors Alliance, etc...

At this moment, they were more or less looking towards Lan with eyes that were either curious, friendly, repulsive or wary.

But at this moment, the most eye-catching thing in the hall is still not Lan, but the two women at the other end of the room who are concentrating with their eyes closed.

Dryad Queen Esna and Kaedwen's [Virgin] Saskia appeared for the first time in front of the rulers of the northern countries.

……

When the last king entered, Ciri looked at Lan with a sullen face.

Lann nodded slightly in affirmation, so the lioness of Sintra stood up and picked up the wine glass in front of her.

"Your majesties and lords, first of all, Cintra is honored to invite you all to gather here today. Some of you may know me, some may not--I am Cirilla Fiona Aeron. ·Leian Lun.”

"No matter how many people accept or reject today's issue, how many people are happy or how sad they are; before all this begins -" Xili raised her arms, "please let us drink this cup!"

East stood up first with a smile, followed by Shapet, King Radovid V, Queen Meve, King Demavi, Queen Eisner, Saskia, and the dwarf elder Brovar.

The kings looked at Fuertestai with hidden eyes, but they did not expect that this man who had been keeping a straight face since entering the conference room had actually responded by raising the wine glass above his head.

As a result, the congratulations echoed in the room.

A blush appeared on Ciri's cheeks, she sat down and looked at Lan with a crooked face.

She is only responsible for the opening as the queen tonight. All that needs to be said is said, and the rest is the lion's time.

Lan also put down his wine glass, took a step forward, and took all the eyes directed at Ciri.

"I know that Cintra's way of inviting you is very offensive. I would like to apologize to you in advance."

Lan's expression was stern: "And the reason why I made such an unwise move is only for one reason - Nilfgaard!"

"This empire entrenched in the south carried out an unprecedented massacre on Cintra two years ago. After that, it almost put the country of Queen Meve and Her Majesty Demavi in ​​danger like mine."

"With the cooperation of many parties, we drove the Black Sun Empire out, but we didn't expect that they would still be obsessed with the North."

Lann first pointed at King Foltest: "Not long ago, they instigated the rebellion of our famous warlock Wigfortz in the north, led a large number of troops to invade the Temeria's Xenide Island, and conquered Our Brotherhood of Warlocks disintegrates."

"On the same day, assassins were sent to assassinate His Majesty Vizmir II of Redania - may he rest in peace."

Radovid V, who was pointed at by Lann, was stunned and looked confused.

The young king who had just succeeded didn't seem to be listening to Rann, so Shapet gently put his palm on his shoulder.

……

The kings were talking a lot as Lann told the story, and they naturally knew these shocking news.

When the Empire first invaded, no one cared about them.Because Sintra is at the forefront, but there are still several big countries.

But when the empire began to send out assassins frequently, they all panicked and realized that the problem had to be solved.

After all, even Vizmir II could be killed by a dagger. Apart from Cintra, is there any leader in the entire North that Nilfgaard cannot assassinate?
"It's much more than that."

Lann looked at the messy kings, and instead of waiting for their conversation to stop, he suddenly raised his voice.

"Not long ago! News came from my spies in Nilfgaard!" Lann's voice suppressed everything for a moment, like a lion roaring, "Nilfgaard, plans to launch another attack on the north. war!"

"Following this, there will be a large number of assassins, spies, and magic soldiers!"

The figures of the kings were quiet for a moment, and then exploded like a bomb.

Many kings threw the wine glasses in their hands directly. Some of them angrily reprimanded the empire for its actions, some did not want to believe it, and some slumped on their seats in fear just thinking about it.

Among them, Untersoden, which only has half of the country left, is the worst.He immediately looked at King Foltest with eyes pleading for help. They were currently discussing the matter of becoming a vassal state and accepting asylum.

However, he found that all the leaders of the great powers were looking at Lord Lannister from beginning to end.

As a result, the discussion among the kings gradually quieted down. For the second time since the meeting began, everyone's eyes focused on Lann, staring intently.

"Lord Lannister, what will Cintra do, what will you do, and what will we... do?"

Lann smiled slightly.

He held up his hands.

"We unite!" (End of Chapter)