Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

After reading the letter, Countess Fiana fell into deep thought.

Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, General Alfonso was her senior at the military academy, and they shared a deep friendship. His request carried significant weight.

On the other hand, Prince Olitriev was currently fighting bloody battles on the front lines, defending the empire against the rebels.

His situation was extremely precarious, and without reinforcements, he could very likely find himself in dire straits.

Furthermore, the internal power struggles within the royal family, mentioned in the letter, made her feel even more overwhelmed.

The emperor's edict, Prince Olitriev's potential ambitions, and the safety of the crown prince were all intricately intertwined.

She was well aware that her decision would not only affect the current war situation but could also alter the future course of the empire.

After the adjutant left, Countess Fiana slowly walked to the window, her gaze piercing through the narrow gap, looking towards the distant horizon.

Sunlight fell on her face, but it failed to dispel the gloom and determination surging in her eyes.

Once, she was the general who would repeatedly weigh and hesitate when faced with complex situations, but now, everything had changed dramatically because of the crown prince.

The mere thought that Prince Olitriev might threaten the crown prince's position, thereby ruining her beautiful vision with the crown prince, sent a surge of intense hatred surging through her heart.

Not only would she not send troops to support him, but she was secretly plotting how to use the current situation to put Prince Olitriev to death.

As for the eighteen rebel factions, in her eyes, as long as the Normandy Line was completed on time, they would be nothing to fear.

She had absolute confidence in her military talents and the strength of the defense line.

The two hundred magic cannons were like sleeping behemoths, waiting for a command to spew out flames of destruction.

The densely packed trenches and traps at the foot of the mountain were like fangs hidden in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

She believed that with this indestructible defense line, she would be able to stop the rebels outside the empire's gates.

As time passed, the construction of the Normandy Line progressed in an intense and orderly manner.

With each completed arrangement, Countess Fiana's confidence grew stronger.

She personally inspected the defense line every day, carefully checking every detail to ensure that nothing was missed.

At the same time, she closely monitored the war situation in the Wenke Province, not letting go of any information.

Finally, on a sunny but perilous morning, the Normandy Line was declared complete.

Countess Fiana stood on the towering watchtower, looking down at the magnificent defense line before her, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

However, this smile carried a hint of chilling determination.

"Issue the order, all units enter first-level combat readiness. Closely monitor the rebels' movements, and report to me immediately if there is any disturbance," Countess Fiana ordered the messenger beside her, her voice cold and firm.

Afterward, she fell into deep thought again, constantly planning how to deal with Prince Olitriev.

She knew that every decision at this moment was related to her future, related to her and the crown prince's fate.

In the vortex of power and love, she had already lost herself, step by step walking towards the unknown and dangerous abyss, just to be able to hold on to that seemingly within reach happiness, so she wanted Prince Olitriev to die in battle, but she couldn't let people connect it to the crown prince, so she needed to consider it carefully.

In the serene yet solemn atmosphere of the Holy Emblem Palace in the imperial palace, Gustav lay on his sickbed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if he could glimpse the future of the empire from above.

A few rays of sunlight struggled to penetrate the heavy curtains, casting mottled shadows on the ground, but failed to bring much vitality to this cold room.

"I can't die yet, I must persevere," Gustav's voice was weak, but with a resolute vigor.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips cracked and peeling, and every word he spoke seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He knew that his sick body was like the crumbling empire, but before everything was settled, he must not fall.

"The news has already been sent out, I believe the Harun family has received the message," Gustav murmured to himself, a hint of certainty flashing in his eyes.

He knew well the Harun family's desire for power, like hungry wolves smelling blood, once they had the opportunity, they would pounce on it without hesitation.

Months ago, he arranged for his most trusted secret agent to send a carefully forged but highly persuasive intelligence report,

secretly into the hands of Alfonso of the Harun family.

The intelligence contained the imperial edict he gave to Prince Olitriev, that after winning the war, Prince Olitriev would ascend the throne as emperor.

For the Harun family, who had always craved power and sought greater benefits in the imperial power struggle, this was undoubtedly a bombshell.

"Solon is not suitable to take action, they will definitely take action," Gustav frowned slightly, the faces of Solon and Prince Olitriev appearing in his mind.

Although Solon was intelligent and capable, and had unique insights into governing the country, there was always a hint of intolerance and indecision in his character.

In this cruel game of power, some things must be done decisively.

And the Harun family, starting with Alonso, were mostly scholars, not good at conspiracies and tricks.

Only Alfonso was unscrupulous in achieving his goals, and he was the best candidate to carry out this plan.

He was sure that after receiving the news, Alfonso would not sit still and wait for death, and would definitely try every means to deal with Prince Olitriev, to seek a chance for his family, and incidentally help Solon clear this major obstacle on the road to inheriting the throne.

"I'm sorry, my brother," Gustav's voice trembled slightly, his eyes slightly red.

Prince Olitriev, the relative who grew up with him, had ultimately become a pawn in this game of power.

But in Gustav's heart, the continuation of the royal family was above all else.

Although Prince Olitriev was brave and resourceful, in his opinion, he lacked the courage and foresight to control the overall situation and could not lead the empire to glory.

"For the sake of the royal family being able to continue, Solon is much more excellent than you." He sighed deeply, as if to exhale the guilt and helplessness in his heart.

Gustav knew that this carefully planned layout was like a dangerous game dancing on the edge of a cliff, and a slight carelessness would lead to utter destruction.

But he had no way out and could only take a gamble.

He waited quietly on his sickbed, waiting for news of the Harun family's actions, waiting for this storm of power to engulf all the old order into the abyss, only hoping that in the last moment of his life, he could see Solon steadily ascend the throne and open a new chapter for the empire, even if it meant paying the price of countless blood and sacrifices.