A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"..." Talulah was also very surprised by this and was speechless for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Chong also informed Talulah of the subsequent arrangements for Mudrock. Talulah nodded, thinking there were no problems in this regard, and it would be a good opportunity to promote the project.

"You can leave this to the publicity department; they're professionals when it comes to packaging," Talulah said.

Wang Chong nodded. After discussing the mudstone, he told Talulah about what he had done at the factory that day. With those furnaces and production lines, they would soon be able to produce red gold and other precious metals for trade on their own.

At that time, the pseudo-financial system previously established within the organization based on food and tools will need to be changed and adjusted accordingly. It is only a matter of time before a financial system based on currency and Originium is established during the Integration Movement.

"How to allocate and regulate resources is the key issue that the integration movement will focus on next. Moreover, this is no longer something that I, or any single individual, can discuss and decide. It requires a lot of trial and error and practice to stably formulate a system suitable for our development."

Wang Chong slowly said, "We must treat this as a major strategic direction and address it accordingly. We also need to cultivate talent in this area."

Talulah nodded, put on her uniform, and began to write.

Around 3 a.m., the two finally finished all their work, and Talulah was finally able to rest for a while.

After getting dressed, on the way back, Wang Chong couldn't help but tease, "To be honest, how did you expect that I was so repressed that I would hit a man?"

"...Isn't this the result of combining Mudrock's injury with learning about you?"

Talulah said irritably.

"But, putting everything else aside... at least the idea of ​​repression doesn't seem to exist at all."

Wang Chong shook his head and said:

“Talulah, you are indeed very busy, but in our camp alone, there are Arcueid, Artoria and Saber Alter, Jeanne Alter and Attila. We can even include Blaze and Honeysuckle.”

"Not to mention that Yelena secretly..."

Suddenly, Wang Chong stopped talking, because he remembered that Frostnova had secretly run away from Talulah to do this kind of thing with him.

Sure enough, Talulah sneered three times and said, "Fine, fine, Yelena, you asked me for leave yesterday and dumped your work on me, but it turns out you were sneaking off."

"And you too!"

Talulah grabbed Wang Chong and started pulling him toward her house.

"Elbow! Come inside with me! Make up for everything you owe me!"

……

As the sun rose high in the sky, Wang Chong stretched. He thought, "You think Talulah is the one who's being repressed. She's already hovering in front of me, being proactive, and even leading me inside."

She seems to have forgotten that your strength far surpasses hers.

And so, without exception, Talulah was utterly defeated, and like Mudstone, she got a good night's sleep.

"Wait a minute, does this mean I'll have to take care of all the things she hasn't finished?" Wang Chong slapped his forehead, remembering this. He should have known better than to make things so difficult for Talulah.

"Well, they've been shirking their responsibilities for so long, it's time to lend a hand. I also need to plan the next defensive tug-of-war."

Wang Chong chuckled and began walking towards Talulah's office.

Chapter 234: The Meeting of the Two Grand Dukes

"Is this the guarantee you made? Is this the result you achieved?"

At this moment, in the deep courtyard of a certain mobile city, an old man who looked somewhat old but had a slightly murderous aura coldly stared at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him, wearing armor.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and remained silent.

"Do you know that because of this matter, His Majesty ordered me to wipe out these traitors even if it means sacrificing my life for the country?" the old man said, his voice growing colder.

"..." The man remained silent, cold sweat beading on his forehead and dripping onto the floor.

"Is Marshal Georgy hoping I'll die so he can inherit my position?" the old man said coldly.

"father……"

"You worthless wretch! I don't have such a good-for-nothing son as you!"

The iron token thrown by the old man struck the man on the head, and blood gushed out, but the man dared not move at all, only lowering his head and remaining silent.

"Pick it up," the old man said coldly.

The man named Georgie picked up the iron token from the ground and presented it to the old man with both hands.

After taking it in, the old man said casually, "Go and summon all the officers of the Fourth Army with the rank of lieutenant general or above."

Georgie dared not delay and immediately got up and left the hall.

Not long after, a butler entered the hall and said respectfully, "Sir, Duke Belgaard has arrived."

The old man's gaze sharpened, and he said, "Let them in."

"Yes."

The butler withdrew, and shortly afterward, a cheerful voice rang out:

"Hahaha, I am truly honored that Lord Constantine could invite me here."

A distinguished-looking middle-aged man entered the hall accompanied by his personal bodyguard.

Although the man appeared to be smiling, the sinister aura between his brows hadn't been completely concealed. And seemingly oblivious to the old man's imposing presence, he simply sat down on the sofa with an air of nonchalance.

Constantine silently watched Baikal. He knew very well that although the Grand Duke was much younger than him, he was also a ruthless and insane man.

About half a year ago, right under the nose of his old noble family representative, he dared to pull off a sneak attack, sending 10 imperial guards unknowingly into this icy plain, his intentions unknown.

To this day, the whereabouts of those 10 guards remain unknown; it is unclear whether they have entered Grand Prince Baikal's residence or are somewhere else entirely.

But without a doubt, even Grand Prince Baikal, who could potentially have 10 bodyguards and control the entire Third Army, had to be mindful of his status as a member of the nobility.

After all, he was well aware of the principle that even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake.

“Lord Baikal, I will not say anything more. I presume you have seen the decree issued by His Majesty.”

Constantine stated bluntly.

"Hehe... Lord Constantine, as his subjects, we must naturally obey His Majesty's decree."

Baikal chuckled first, then said:

"I can fully support sending troops, money, and supplies."

"Hmm." Constantine nodded slightly, but he didn't let his guard down. The other party was so easy to talk to; their intentions were probably not so low.

"However, with our two army groups moving out together, the command and deployment situation... hehe... I've heard that your son hasn't been very successful in dealing with those scoundrels who call themselves 'integration' lately."

"Baikal said softly."

Constantine narrowed his eyes and said, "My son is dull-witted and naturally cannot shoulder such a great responsibility. That is why His Majesty sent me to be in charge of the campaign against the rebel army."

"Hehehe... Lord Constantine misunderstood me. I naturally have no intention of coveting the position of commander-in-chief," Baikal said with a smile.

"Then what do you mean? Why not just tell me plainly?" Constantine said in a deep voice.

"I only hope that in dealing with the rebel army, Lord Constantine can do his best... For example, there is no need to stay in some positions. If we concentrate our forces to deal with the rebel army as soon as possible, wouldn't that relieve His Majesty's burden sooner?"

Baikal said with a smile.

"Some locations?"

"Yes, for example, the troops near the border of the Eastern Kingdom."

"—!!"

Constantine's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared intently at Baikal, who still maintained a relaxed demeanor.

"Do you know what you're saying, Prince Baikal? You're going to withdraw the border guards? A full 100,000 troops?" Constantine's tone became noticeably harsher.

"Yes, of course I know. For this reason, I have withdrawn all the troops from the southwestern front and western border under the command of my Third Army Group."

Baikal said casually, "I take this thief problem very seriously and have to do everything in my power."

"boom!"

Constantine stood up, and at that moment, the bodyguard who had been standing behind Baikal also looked up, his eyes locked on Constantine, as if he would immediately take action if the other party made any inappropriate move.

Constantine could feel a malice that could clamp down on his heart, and his intuition, honed over many years in the military, made him realize that the person before him was unfathomable.

"Hehehe... Why is Lord Constantine so agitated? If we hurry, we can completely eliminate those bandits and then fill the gaps." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Foolish! Let's not even talk about the fact that those bandits don't need the border troops at all. Just consider this: what do you plan to use to explain your actions when the enemy invades?!"

Constantine questioned.

"...Alas, even you, having sat in that position for so long, have become so short-sighted?"

Upon hearing Constantine's question, Baikal's face showed disappointment, and he continued:

"Do you think that once you've completed your mission of annihilating the rebel army, everything can go back to the way it was before? Can't you really see through the Emperor's current actions?"

"...So what?" After hearing Baikal's words, Constantine remained silent for a moment before sitting down again and asking.

"Hehe, actually we and the emperor's side have been using this rebel army against us all along... It's just a pity that we misjudged the rebel army's potential, which allowed the emperor to succeed and weaken our power."

Baikal said calmly, "His Majesty has long forgotten who created and who defended the glory of Ursus. If that's the case, Ursus needs to reignite the flames of war!"

"And you and I need to prove once again that the foundation of Ursus will always be us nobles. Otherwise, merely completing the task of suppressing bandits while still guilty is nothing more than atoning for our past sins."

"When His Majesty strips us of our titles, how will we have any chance of survival?!"

After saying this, Baikal simply looked at Constantine quietly, waiting for his reply.

Constantine closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head and saying, "Your idea is good, but you've overlooked a crucial point. That is, His Majesty's inner guard has been expanded, and there are definitely His Majesty's spies on the snowfields."

"The matter of transferring the border troops cannot be hidden from His Majesty. Although the rebel army is powerful, it is far from important enough to warrant the use of the border troops! If, during this period of information gap, the rebel army is neither eliminated nor enemy troops invade, what explanation will you give then?"

"If there isn't a reasonable answer... the Imperial Guards will come knocking. At that point, will the guard behind you still be able to protect you?"

Baikal seemed to have expected Constantine's refusal, his expression remaining largely unchanged. He simply stopped speaking and did not answer Constantine's question.

"Father—Father, something terrible has happened!"

Just as the conversation reached an impasse, a panicked voice rang out from outside the door.

The newcomer was none other than Georgie, whom Constantine had summoned to gather the generals. He hurriedly entered the hall with a transcribed communication document in his hand.

"Father, something terrible has happened..."

"Don't you know we have distinguished guests? What kind of flustered appearance is this?"

Constantine, who was already furious because of Baikal, immediately scolded his good-for-nothing son when he saw him in such a panicked state.

"Father... the military situation this time is really urgent, so I have to rush back."

Georgie said with a bitter expression:

"Father, three cities in the north have fallen."

"What did you say? What do you mean it's fallen?!" Constantine's expression changed when he heard Georgie's last sentence clearly.

“Father, just one day ago, the three northern cities—Ural, Birch, and the mobile city of Neutver—were all captured by the rebel army!” Georgie said, trembling.

"...Fine, fine! In the time it took me to get here, you've lost three cities. Tell me, what kind of victory do you, you unfilial son, intend to secure for the rebel army?" Constantine clenched his fists, almost wanting to cripple his good-for-nothing son.

"Father, I have already mobilized a large army to advance northward, but who could have imagined that the bandit army would be so powerful? First, they took over the northeastern front, and then they swiftly captured the nearby mining area and three cities."

Georgie said bitterly, "Especially these three cities, which were captured in less than a day, so much so that the surrounding garrisons were unable to react in time to provide support."

"Father, this is not my fault... The mobilization and advance of hundreds of thousands of troops cannot be so rapid. It is this band of bandits who are terrifyingly unreasonable."

Chapter 235: The Schemes of Both Sides

Constantine fell silent upon hearing Georgie's words. Indeed, even if he were to intervene, it would take more than a week to advance the various armies to the northern front.

Now, looking closely at the battle report sent by Georgie, three cities were captured in one day. Could it be that the bandit army already has a million soldiers?

Even Constantine felt a chill run down his spine at the thought.

"...Besides these, there is even worse bad news."

Georgie handed the military intelligence to Constantine and then briefly said:

"According to the information sent by our spies, after the bandits occupied three cities, they exposed the tyranny and crimes of Ursus to the whole city... They also said... They also said that they would completely overthrow the tyranny of Ursus, liberate the whole territory, and formally declare war on Ursus!"

"...How dare you."

Constantine perused the crimes of the Ursus Empire listed by the Reunion Movement, growing increasingly horrified with each reading. This was an attempt to completely undermine the foundations of Ursus, and a direct target for nobles like themselves.

"Hahahahaha..."

However, at that moment, a hearty laugh rang out again, and both the father and son present looked at each other.

"What are you laughing at, Belgagong?" Constantine asked in a deep voice.