Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Even if Prince Oltriffe were fortunate enough to repel the rebel army, could Emperor Gustav's promises truly be fulfilled?

There were simply too many variables involved, and Prince Oltriffe seemed to have been blinded by the allure of the throne, completely failing to consider these potential dangers.

Solon stood before the palace window, gazing into the distance, his brow slightly furrowed. He pondered inwardly that this great battle in the Province of Wilke, regardless of its outcome, would likely stir up a massive storm within the empire. And how should he safeguard the empire's stability and ensure that the interests of the royal family remained unharmed amidst this complex situation?

Soon, Solon had disentangled himself from the complicated situation and made his decision. With a firm gaze and a composed expression, he turned to face the attendant and loudly commanded: "Issue the order to send all the equipment withdrawn by the Imperial Legions to the Province of Wilke. Ensure it arrives as quickly as possible, without fail!"

Although this withdrawn equipment was not entirely new, it still possessed considerable combat effectiveness after inspection and adjustment, which was undoubtedly a timely gift for the Province of Wilke, which was currently preparing for war with all its might.

Immediately afterward, Solon frowned slightly and, after pondering for a moment, spoke again: "Furthermore, have Minister Breyer temporarily reorganize an Imperial Legion to reinforce the Province of Wilke. Speed is also essential. Select elite soldiers to ensure they can play a role at a crucial moment."

He was well aware that relying solely on the forces of the Province of Wilke was far from sufficient in the face of the powerful offensive of the Eighteen Route Rebel Army. More strength meant a greater chance of victory.

After thinking for a moment, Solon added: "Execute all of this in His Majesty's name."

Since the Emperor had given Prince Oltriffe such tempting promises, the support from the royal family must not be lacking. This was not only an explanation to Prince Oltriffe but also the key to stabilizing the morale of the army and the people.

Acting in the Emperor's name would allow everyone to feel the importance and care from the highest levels of the empire, convincing them that the entire empire was backing this battle.

This arrangement, on the one hand, genuinely hoped to help Prince Oltriffe hold back the rebel army and consume the strength of the Eighteen Route Rebel Army to the greatest extent.

On the other hand, it could also give Prince Oltriffe a shot in the arm, making him more determined to engage in battle, so that he would not waver before the war due to pressure or worry.

After all, Prince Oltriffe had placed all his hopes on this victory. If he could receive sufficient support, he would undoubtedly go all out for the throne and for the empire.

After Solon issued the order, he sighed softly. He looked out the window and thought to himself: 'I hope that this series of measures can stabilize the situation and allow the Province of Wilke to hold out longer in this cruel war.'

When Gustav heard the news of Solon's series of reinforcements to the Province of Wilke, he slowly put down the pen in his hand, and the expression on his face, which had been focused on reviewing memorials, became somewhat complicated, resembling both relief and melancholy.

Then, he slowly leaned back in his chair and began to close his eyes to rest, as if to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

After a while, Gustav began to talk to himself in the air, his voice revealing a trace of loneliness and nostalgia: "Solon is becoming more and more mature, isn't he, Elizabeth!"

His words were full of relief at his son's growth, but when he mentioned the name of Empress Elizabeth, he could not hide the sorrow in his heart.

Since the Empress's passing, his mental state had deteriorated significantly, and recently he had become increasingly strange, often immersed in his own world, muttering to the void. Anyone could see that the Empress's death had dealt him too great a blow. It was a pain that went deep into his bones, and even as the Emperor, with the world at his command, he could not fill the void left in his heart by the departure of his beloved.

On the other side, Breyer instantly understood the profound meaning of the order upon receiving it.

He acted decisively and began to act, first carefully selecting the soldiers with relatively poor combat effectiveness from the legion. With his many years of experience in leading troops, he accurately identified the abilities of each soldier, and then reorganized a legion in an orderly manner.

Although these remaining soldiers might not be the most elite in the Imperial Legion, it should be known that the soldiers who could join the Imperial Legion had undergone strict and lengthy training. Even the worst soldiers among them, when placed in the private armies of local lords, would definitely be the elite of the elite, enough to stand alone.

And Breyer's considerations went beyond this. He knew that sending an Imperial Legion to reinforce might not be enough.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to send a regiment from the Imperial Mage Corps as well, after all, mages had the powerful ability to turn the tide of battle on the battlefield.

However, before the Imperial Mage Corps set off, he personally gave the corps commander many instructions with extreme caution, emphasizing that their main focus in this battle was to provide support and that they must put their own safety first.

After all, the empire was now facing more than just this one crisis, and all forces were watching covetously. It was necessary to be careful and preserve the living forces in order to deal with other potential threats in the future.

After Breyer arranged all of this, he looked at the legion and mage corps that were about to depart and silently prayed in his heart, hoping that this battle could be as the Emperor and the Crown Prince had hoped, both repelling the rebel army and not hurting the empire's vitality. However, the situation on the battlefield was ever-changing, and no one could accurately predict the final outcome. They could only take one step at a time.

Inside a quiet small chapel in the Radiant Temple of the Imperial Capital, sunlight filtered through the stained glass, and mottled shadows reflected on the ground, but it could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere that permeated the air.

Alicia stood in the center of the chapel, and her plain robe could not hide her cold and resolute temperament.

When she received the news that the Imperial Legion was sending troops to the Province of Wilke, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and then she let out a cold laugh. The laughter echoed in the silent space, revealing a bit of disdain and mockery.