I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

"Want to drink some more?" Flammy asked with a smile.

Sestan ignored him and drank another large glass, a look of contentment spreading across his face.

Flammy also raised his glass: "Chief Mien, would you like some?"

Mien waved his hand: "I don't touch this stuff."

Sestan snorted coldly.

"You won't drink even though I'm offering you a drink?"

Mien smiled awkwardly: "The war starts tomorrow, I need to keep my head clear."

Flammy poured a glass and placed it in front of Mien: "The joke that superhumans can get drunk is the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"This is from General Sestan, would you like to drink it?"

Sestan's brow furrowed in surprise, but he still turned his face away.

Faced with this request, Mien shook his head helplessly, raised his glass, and gulped it down in one go.

"Hiss!" Like Sestan, he smashed his empty glass on the ground. What a strong drink!

Seeing this, Sestan's gaze softened.

They began to talk about the war the next day.

In a relaxed atmosphere, Mien learned in detail about the surprise attack strategy:

It is likely that Rachel was in command, serving as the vanguard, leading two armies to surround the entire Maple Valley.

Fifty thousand troops were still detected lying in ambush in Maple Valley.

After pacifying Maple Fort Valley, the blitzkrieg will advance deep into enemy territory, aiming to capture the enemy's capital within ten days.

Once you force them to cede territory and pay reparations, you can withdraw your troops; it's not difficult.

When Neuer heard the words "Maple Valley", his body trembled.

She recalled her inner demons: more than two hundred years ago, Jasper was defeated here, becoming a humiliation that the Cassirer Empire's army avoided.

Sestan naturally noticed his daughter's unusual behavior, and said nonchalantly:

"What are you worried about? Things are not the same now as they were two hundred years ago."

There are no foolish generals, and no battles fought without a plan.

Moreover, the current strength of the Cassirer Empire is nearly ten times that of the Seferen Empire.

Even if they went head-to-head, they were no match for them; there was no possibility of defeat.

After saying that, he gently patted his daughter's shoulder armor with his rough hand: "The Imperial Army will not be defeated."

It also carried a father's concern.

Neuer nodded, and the worry between his brows disappeared.

Under the starry sky, she also went to the wine barrel and took a glass of wine.

"You want to drink too?" Lucia asked in surprise.

"Oh, you don't understand," Neuer explained to Lucia with a smile:

"This wine is specially made by the Cassil Empire, and the alcohol content can be easily neutralized by those with superhuman abilities."

At the same time, it also has the effect of stimulating potential, which is actually beneficial to the war effort.

Lucia watched in astonishment as Neuer downed a large glass of beer in one gulp and then wiped the foam from his mouth with a hearty flourish.

Would you like a drink?

As Lucia watched the other four people clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, she realized that she had only ever seen others drink in her entire life, and had never tried it herself.

After hesitating, he nodded.

Neuer then went to fetch Lucia a cup.

Lucia took it, looked at the clear wheat wine, gritted her teeth, and took a sip.

"Ugh, it's so bitter..."

The four of them laughed when they saw this.

In the evening breeze, Neuer and Lucia chatted about their experiences and shared their thoughts...

Meanwhile, the three of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, began the inevitable authentication process.

When Rachel was mentioned, Sestan showed extreme disgust and snorted coldly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mien asked, "General Sestan, why are you no longer supporting Prince Phoenix?"

"I have never supported that idiot Phoenix!" he cursed at the empty space.

Flammy laughed too.

"Oh? Then you..."

"I just hate that Rachel guy."

Or rather, I am only loyal to Emperor Lyonte.

"But, given the current situation, it seems that Emperor Lyont is supporting Princess Rachel..." Mien asked doubtfully.

"That's what we don't understand." He patted Flami on the shoulder.

These two seem to be closer than Mien knew.

But what puzzled Mien the most was: Could it be that even someone as loyal as Sestan hadn't kept in touch with Lyent all these years?

Did he completely abandon the political situation?

Mien put on a worried expression and tentatively asked:

"So, Emperor Lyonte wouldn't... his body..."

Sestan immediately understood what Mien meant and swung his arms dramatically.

"No, I saw him two years ago."

"What?" Even Flami was somewhat surprised: "You've actually seen him in the past two years?"

"Yeah," Sestan said casually, taking another big gulp of beer.

"Two years ago, when I entered the palace on business, the old Emperor Leonte suddenly summoned me."

"What did I say to you?" Flammy asked.

Sestan swirled his glass: "He told me to disarm myself of the military forces I was involved in and return them to the central government."

Flammy and Mien both frowned in deep thought.

"What do you think Emperor Lyonte's purpose is in doing this?"

"What is the purpose? My troops should have belonged to the Central Army, but they were temporarily retained only because of the Emperor's tacit approval."

It was only right that the emperor ordered me to return it, as it would not affect my influence in the army in the slightest; it was merely a formality.

He's been doing this kind of micro-management for many years; it's nothing special, and he doesn't seem to have any particular purpose.

The three were silent for a moment, then Mien asked, "Was there anything unusual about Emperor Lyent at the time?"

Flammy looked at Mien in surprise, then they both looked at Sestan.

Sestan thought for a moment: "No, it's exactly the same as before."

He smiled at the two men and mocked, "You don't suspect that something happened to the emperor, do you? That he was replaced?"

"There's absolutely no way that's possible. I'm quite certain it was Emperor Lyonte."

The two lowered their heads in deep thought.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it," Mien said with a smile.

Flammy looked at his wine glass and smiled, "Chief Mien, don't you think this is a bit unfair?"

"What's unfair?"

"You keep asking about us, but it seems you're hiding something else entirely."

Sestan smiled, as if he had already seen through Mien's thoughts, but didn't take it to heart.

"What would you two like to know?" Mien asked generously.

"What you have on you seems to be like wine; just a little bit of it would be enough for the rest of us to drink all night."

Mien understood and then revealed what he had learned about the spies of the Seferon Empire and the clues related to the Cult of Life.

No matter how small the matter.

That's all; it doesn't involve his own or the Academy's thoughts or plans at all.

After listening, Flamm and his companion pondered for a long time.

"So the Seferon Empire has such a thing."

"It seems that this is indeed a force to be reckoned with, and we really need your participation to prevent any unforeseen events from occurring during the war."

"Oh, right!" Mien suddenly thought of something and looked at Sestan.

This startled both of them.

"Did you just say that Emperor Lyont is exactly the same as before?"

"Yes," Sestan answered instinctively.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"More than ten years ago..."