Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the Malias Palace, as the lanterns were lit, they emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire palace in a dreamlike manner.

Empress Malias sat gracefully on a soft couch, her face appearing exceptionally gentle in the lamplight.

When she heard the news of Soren's great victory, the smile on her lips was as warm and bright as the spring sun, unable to conceal the joy in her heart.

Aileen stood by, watching the Empress's smile, and couldn't help but sigh, "That's wonderful. With this military achievement, Prince Soren will surely gain the support of the generals in the army after this battle. This will make his position as Crown Prince even more secure."

Empress Malias nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, her eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation for Soren. However, a sense of inexplicable emotion was quietly growing in her heart.

For some reason, recently, whenever the night was quiet, she would dream of Soren.

Those dreams were so real, as if within reach, leaving her with lingering feelings even after waking up.

If it were just dreaming of Soren, that would be fine, but in the dreams, the relationship between the two became increasingly intimate. They strolled together in the garden, laughing and talking; they admired the moon together, confiding in each other, and even those tender scenes left Empress Malias feeling very conflicted after waking up. She knew that her feelings for Soren had exceeded those of a mother for her son, but she couldn't resist that inexplicable attraction.

This conflicting emotion left Empress Malias feeling unprecedentedly confused.

She didn't know how to face this sudden emotion, let alone how to handle her relationship with Soren.

"Your Majesty, are you not happy?" Aileen carefully observed the unusual expression on Empress Malias's face and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Empress Malias was slightly taken aback, then quickly concealed the fluctuations in her heart and said softly, "No, I'm just worried about Soren. He actually risked going to the front lines, which is really worrying," her voice revealing deep concern.

Aileen shook her head with a smile after hearing this, comforting her, "Your Majesty, Prince Soren is the Crown Prince of the Empire, and he bears the responsibility of protecting the country. Since he has chosen the battlefield, then going to the front lines is his duty. If he chooses to retreat, he will be criticized and lose people's respect."

Empress Malias couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, "Alas! How could I not know that? It's just that as a mother, I always hope that my child can be safe and sound."

"Sister, we can't just sit here and wait for our doom," Princess Wenna said in a low but firm voice.

Her eyes gleamed with determination and wisdom, "Soren's power is spreading like wildfire in the army. If we don't take action, I'm afraid even the opportunity to launch a coup will be taken away."

Empress Nina's expression was initially somewhat solemn, with a hint of unease and confusion between her brows.

But as Wenna's soft narration continued, her plan gradually unfolded, and Nina's expression began to change.

"We can do this—" Wenna whispered in Nina's ear, elaborating on her strategy.

As Nina listened, her initial doubts and unease gradually dissipated.

Her eyes began to light up, as if she saw the dawn of victory.

Princess Wenna's plan was not only meticulous but also creative, rekindling her desire for the throne.

"This plan is great!" Empress Nina excitedly grasped Princess Wenna's hand, "We will definitely succeed!"

Soren's great victory in Devil's Canyon spread the Crown Prince's fame throughout the imperial capital like a spring breeze.

This victory not only demonstrated Soren's bravery and wisdom but also allowed the people to see the hope of the empire's future.

Especially the people of the West District, their worship and support for Soren reached its peak. They celebrated loudly, singing and dancing, expressing their joy and respect.

The West District, this once-neglected area, has been greatly improved due to the establishment of the Adventurers' Guild and the re-planning of the environment.

The streets are wide and clean, the houses are scattered and orderly, and all kinds of facilities are available.

The changes here have made the people of the West District feel an unprecedented sense of happiness and belonging.

And the workshops built by Crown Prince Soren outside the city have brought real benefits to the common people.

These workshops not only provided a large number of jobs but also drove the surrounding economic development.

Many common people have found stable jobs because of this, their lives are getting better and better, and their quality of life has been significantly improved.

They know very well that all these changes are inseparable from the wise decisions and selfless dedication of Crown Prince Soren.

Therefore, in the wave of celebration, one could often hear the heartfelt shouts of the people: "Long live Prince Soren!"

This cry is not only an admiration and gratitude for Soren but also a firm belief and beautiful expectation for the future of the empire.

Darens, the leader of the underground gang in the West District, had a shrewd glint in his eyes. He stood in the shadows, his eyes deeply watching this land he had controlled for many years.

For the rise of Crown Prince Soren, he naturally saw it more clearly than ordinary people, and he also more keenly captured the opportunities and challenges in it.

"If Prince Soren becomes emperor, the empire might be better off," he said slowly, his tone revealing a hint of anticipation.

From this great victory, he knew that Soren not only had outstanding military talent but also a benevolent heart for the people.

Such a leader is exactly what the empire needs.

Milte stood aside, listening to Darens's words, he nodded, deeply agreeing: "That's right. I've been faintly feeling that I'm about to break through to the fifth rank recently, maybe I can go to the army to serve His Highness." His eyes gleamed with a desire for power and an anticipation for the future.

Darens laughed when he heard this. He gently patted Milte on the shoulder and said, "Milte, save it! Don't forget the task His Highness gave us before he left."