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Countess Fiana rapped forcefully on the conference table, silencing the crowd once more.

“Silence!” Her voice carried an undeniable authority. “His Majesty’s decision must have been made with careful consideration. What we must do now is prepare thoroughly to ensure His Majesty’s safety on the battlefield.”

She quickly began redeploying forces: “From this moment on, select the most elite troops to form His Majesty’s personal guard, ensuring absolute security. Strengthen patrols and vigilance along the defense lines to prevent the rebel army from launching an attack under cover of the chaos.

Additionally, immediately arrange for a secure passage to be cleared, so that His Majesty can smoothly reach the command center.”

The generals nodded in agreement, swiftly taking their orders and beginning to make the necessary preparations with great urgency.

Countess Fiana gripped the letter in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She stood there, her eyes filled with anger and worry.

“Doesn’t he know that the number of Saint-level experts on both sides of the battlefield now exceeds twenty? What if the rebel Saint-level experts join forces to assassinate him?” she muttered, her voice trembling slightly.

As the commander of the Normandy defense line, she knew the dangers of the battlefield all too well, especially with so many Saint-level experts present. Any negligence could lead to the Emperor's utter destruction.

She felt both anger and helplessness towards her lover, the Emperor.

She was angry that he was so reckless, putting himself in such extreme danger by personally leading the campaign;

She was helpless because she loved him deeply and could not prevent his decision, so she could only do everything possible to ensure his safety on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the road leading to the Normandy battlefield, Soren sat quietly inside the Emperor's personal carriage.

The carriage was decorated in a magnificent and solemn style, displaying the majesty of the royal family.

Outside the carriage window was the Emperor's mighty personal army.

Although the personal army was not large, it was composed of the Empire's most elite soldiers.

One Imperial City Guard regiment, clad in black armor, was like a ghost in the night, loyally guarding the Emperor.

Twenty thousand Royal Guard Knights, riding tall warhorses, were neatly arranged on both sides of the road, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, their lances pointing straight to the sky, as if proclaiming their fearlessness and loyalty to the world.

In addition, there was also a Court Mage Corps and an Imperial Mage Corps.

Soren slightly lifted the curtain, gazing at the neatly lined-up personal army outside the window, his eyes revealing determination and confidence, as if victory in this war was already in his control.

“Your Majesty, we are approaching the Normandy defense line,” Jennifer said softly, her voice gentle and pleasant. Her eyes showed a hint of concern as she looked at Soren, seemingly awaiting his instructions.

Soren nodded lightly, slowly lowered the curtain, and then suddenly reached out and pulled Jennifer into the carriage.

The space inside the carriage seemed even smaller at this moment, but it also had a bit more of an ambiguous atmosphere.

The Emperor's carriage was specially customized, with a width of five meters and a length of over eight meters. Such a large carriage traveled on the road like a mobile palace.

However, the interior space was only half its size; the remaining space was used by Soren to place those Saint-level undead puppets.

These puppets were neatly arranged, emitting a cold aura, as if silently guarding the Emperor's safety.

Along the way, the Emperor's army did not speed up its march, but instead proceeded ostentatiously and slowly.

The soldiers' steps were unhurried, and the carriage moved leisurely, as if they were not going to fight a war but were instead sightseeing.

The people along the way were initially filled with fear and anxiety when they saw this large army, worried that the war would bring disaster to them.

But as the Emperor's army marched slowly, the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.

The people saw Soren's composure and seemed to have a backbone, and the fear in their hearts slowly subsided.

They began to believe that this young Emperor had the ability to lead them through this crisis and protect the peace of the Empire.

Inside the carriage, the soft light swayed gently, creating a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Jennifer stepped into the carriage and immediately saw Emily and Jessica already slumped on the bed, their cheeks flushed,

their hair disheveled, obviously having just experienced a bout of lovemaking.

Seeing this scene, Jennifer's cheeks also instantly turned red, and a trace of shyness and panic surged in her heart.

She did not understand why, since Soren became Emperor, he had become increasingly enthusiastic about these matters of love.

The wise and decisive man in her eyes seemed to have become somewhat unpredictable in this regard.

Soren's eyes were filled with a hint of fiery desire and eagerness at this time. He reached out his hand, wanting to pull Jennifer to his side.

Jennifer subconsciously grabbed Soren's hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, with a look of embarrassment on her face. “Your Majesty, I am still leading the army? Let’s wait until tonight!” she said softly, her voice tinged with pleading.

Jennifer's heart tightened. She knew Soren's temper. If she went against him in this regard, she was afraid that she would displease him.

But at this time, as the leader of the army, she had a heavy responsibility and could not put everything down at this critical moment to enjoy herself with him.

“Your Majesty, I have no intention of refusing, but with the war imminent, as a general, I need to pay attention to the movements of the army at all times and dare not slack off in the slightest,” she quickly explained, her eyes full of sincerity.

Soren looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed softly. “Forget it, since you have this intention,

I won’t force you. But remember, you’re not allowed to refuse again tonight.” He released Jennifer’s hand, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Jennifer secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She bowed slightly and said, “Thank you for Your Majesty’s understanding. I will certainly not let Your Majesty down.” Jennifer hurriedly exited the carriage, but the doubt followed her closely.

She stood outside the carriage, frowning slightly, her mind constantly replaying the scene inside the carriage.

She was naturally familiar with Jessica, the head maid of Empress Maria, but she had never seen the other woman, whom Soren called Emily.

This Emily was lying quietly on the bed, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Jennifer keenly sensed that the aura was by no means ordinary and had actually reached the realm of a Saint-level expert.

She couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Saint-level experts were among the top figures in the entire Empire, people who could meet the Emperor without kneeling.