As the adventurers arrived at the entrance of the ruins one by one, battling the disguised skinners, far away in the capital of the Duchy of Pok, Vilia was sitting in the hall of the castle palace, looking down condescendingly at the old man kneeling before him, his wife and four heirs in line.

There is no doubt that this man is none other than the Grand Duke of Sith II, who has just experienced a miserable white.

Since he was not present on the battlefield, he still did not understand how the army he sent was completely wiped out, and not even a single person who reported the news could escape.

Of course, there is no point in discussing these things at the moment, the only thing he hopes is that the other party can be merciful and not brutally execute his family, and the rest does not matter whether it is confiscation of property or exile to a remote island overseas for the rest of his life.

As long as you live, there is hope, and if you are alive, you can pass on your family and noble blood and surname, and even restore the country one day in the future.

"Your Excellency, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that you were given a chance to surrender before the war, but you didn't cherish it. Tell me, do you regret it at this moment?" Vilia raised her head to look into the other man's eyes as she fiddled with the gorgeous queen's dress, trying to find a hint of reluctance and resentment in it.

But unfortunately, instead of showing even the slightest hostility, Sith II made a straightforward bow, and responded with a wry smile: "Sorry, noble Queen, it was hubris and stupidity that made me make an unforgivable mistake. In return, I am willing to renounce my domain and title, and to befriend you the title of Grand Duke, and from this day you and your descendants will be the rightful rulers of this country. As a loser, I have only one small request, and that is to please spare my family. ”

"What about you?" asked Vilia, with interest.

"Me?" said Grand Duke Sith II, sighing helplessly. "I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this. After all, before the outbreak of war, you announced that you had only given me two ways, one was to surrender unconditionally, and the other was to die. Since I chose the latter, I naturally have to take responsibility for my choice. What's more, you need to prove to the world that you are a ruler who walks the talk, and only then can you earn the respect and fear of all. ”

Hearing this, Vilia finally couldn't help but smile: "It seems that you are much smarter than the rumors, and you are also better at finding your own place in a complex environment. More than 50 percent of the Principality's status today is due to you. Unfortunately, you made the fatal mistake of accidentally becoming my enemy. Although from a personal point of view, I am willing to let you live, but as you said, there are times when a monarch should not substitute personal feelings into military and government affairs. Therefore, you must die, and you will be executed in the middle of it, to prove that I am a queen who does what she says. Only then will potential adversaries be afraid to take what I have said lightly. But your relatives and family, I will not kill them, but I will give them a ship and keep them away from their homeland. ”

Upon getting the result he wanted, Grand Duke Sith II immediately saluted again: "Thank you very much! Although you are still very young, almost younger than my daughter, I have already felt from you all the qualities of a wise monarch." But be careful, the existing countries on this continent will never want an unrivaled overlord, and they will definitely secretly join forces to attack you and your country. ”

"Hehe, then let them come. I will prove with practical actions that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy and trickery will dissipate as quickly as a fog in the sun. Vilia pursed the corners of her mouth, her tone full of playfulness.

Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this is a kind of self-confidence, a sign of confidence.

But only she understands that she is just a puppet placed in the foreground, a marionette, an agent.

Those who wanted to defeat her would not know how terrible the enemy they were really facing, terrifying enough to match, or even surpass the gods.

......

As the curtain came down on the brief conversation between the victors and the losers, Sith II's family was immediately put on a ship, while he himself was placed under house arrest and the date of his execution was announced.

Without any disguise, Vilia just wants to use a bloody human head to prove to all the countries around him that he is a difficult enemy to deal with.

Only in this way will she have enough time to integrate the interior and eliminate those potentially huge hidden dangers.

As the saying goes, war is the perfect means of transferring contradictions, and as long as victory is assured, it can gain unimaginable personal prestige and popular support, which can lead to a series of reforms, or complete the centralization of power.

Obviously, compared to the tyrant of Kwyn, Vilia is a relatively benevolent ruler who is less fond of using violence to achieve his goals.

If it weren't for her inability to disobey the orders given by her master, she would never have led her country on the path of foreign expansion.

Looking at the stacks of urgent documents on the table that needed to be dealt with immediately, Viglia couldn't help but hold her forehead and complain: "Oh my God! When will this be dealt with? I feel that if I continue like this, I will be exhausted to death in a few years at most." ”

"Hahahaha, my dear, I think you should start trying to train some of your cronies to take care of their official duties. The duty and virtue of a monarch is never to do it himself, but to select those who are both loyal and capable to help run the country. Isolt, who had set up when to walk into the house, laughed and gave advice.

This old man, who had just come out of the library of the Magic Tower, exuded strong energy fluctuations all over his body, and it was as dazzling as the sun in the eyes of insiders.

He is so powerful that even ordinary people can feel a little bit of it.

"...... are you" Vilia's eyes widened in surprise as she was obviously gifted with magic.

"Ah! I recently went to a temple full of knowledge, and learned new magical knowledge. Isolt's old face was filled with a smile of happiness and joy.

Although he had only read less than one-ten-thousandth of the books in the library this time, he felt that he was still superior to the ninety-nine percent of the spellcasters on this continent, and if he got another chance, he could even peek into the mystery of death, so as to greatly extend his life with the power of magic.