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

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Two weeks later, at the Longmen Governor's Mansion.

"Go on... what else did he say at the end...!?"

Wei Yanwu's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He stared at the white-haired woman kneeling on the ground, her voice trembling slightly, her words filled with suppressed rage. (Tianyu Literature: There's always a story waiting for you to uncover.)

The white-haired woman's retelling had already informed him of Wang Chong's harsh evaluation. "You...you Lin didn't expect...you Lin are here, aren't you..."

Beside Wei Yanwu sat his wife, Princess Wenyue. Unlike her husband's thunderous rage, Wenyue was intently reading the letter written by Chen Huijie, word by word, her expression focused.

"He...he also said: 'A person who is unrighteous, uncivilized, unwise, untrustworthy, disloyal, unfilial, and disrespectful to his elders, does he deserve my respect?'"

The white-haired woman's voice trembled uncontrollably as she repeated those heart-wrenching words.

"How dare this madman, whoever popped out of some mountain ravine, insult me ​​like this?!"

"Go! Summon them all! I, Wei Yanwu, swear I will not rest until this scoundrel is killed!"

In his rage, he even found Bai Xue's movements too slow, and suddenly stood up, his steps quick as he was about to rush out the door.

Faced with the governor's fury, Bai Xue remained silent, only daring to glance at her mistress, Wen Yue. Wen Yue, however, seemed oblivious to her husband's outburst, remaining focused on the letter in her hands.

Wei Yanwu rushed to the door, seemingly noticing that the two people behind him were not moving. He paced anxiously at the threshold for a couple of steps before finally letting out an angry snort, turning around indignantly, and sitting heavily back down in his original seat.

"What? Weren't you all aggressive and imposing just now? Why are you sitting back down now?" Wen Yue didn't even lift her eyelids, looking at the letter as she spoke calmly, her tone as if she had expected this all along.

"It's all because... we signed that alliance!" Wei Yanwu's chest heaved violently as he suppressed his anger. "If we openly tear it up now, what face will Longmen have left in front of other countries and cities? What will be its reputation!"

"Oh? You also know that you signed a friendly alliance on behalf of Lungmen?" Wen Yue finally raised her eyes, her gaze piercing Wei Yanwu like an ice pick. "But instead of withdrawing the Black Cloak, you went even further, planting people in the Integration side. Now you've been caught red-handed, accused of using underhanded tactics. What, you think he's wrong?"

Wei Yanwu was speechless, stifled by his wife's words. The accusation was already difficult to refute, and the fact that it came from Wen Yue made him even more frustrated and ashamed.

"Why are you speaking up for him instead?" he couldn't help but retort. "He sent back the guards you sent to protect Huijie. That's a blatant slap in the face!"

“Bai Xue was sent back because she said something careless and offended the other party.” Wen Yue’s voice remained calm. “Besides, the other party already understood my purpose in arranging Bai Xue, so he made it very clear: after writing the letter, take the letter and leave, and don’t come back. He will take good care of Hui Jie and Talulah.”

"What I want is his resolute and confident attitude... If he keeps his word, I naturally won't need to leave Bai Xue there."

She put down the letter and looked directly at Wei Yanwu, her gaze scrutinizing him.

"On the contrary, if Bai Xue said those words and the other party could still swallow his anger and politely let her stay as a bodyguard, I would doubt his ability to protect Xiao Lu and Hui Jie!"

Wen Yue's voice carried a hint of sarcasm:

"After all, even the guards I sent could be arrogant and domineering in front of him. If we really encountered a formidable enemy, how could he possibly cope? How could I entrust Huijie to him with peace of mind?"

"Therefore, I think that young man... is quite good. Talulah's taste in men is just like her mother's, not bad. He's someone who can achieve great things... oh no, he already has achieved great things."

Wen Yue leaned forward slightly, her words like a heavy hammer:

"Old Wei, you look down on him? But just as he said, he... might not look up to you."

"You're only guarding the city of Longmen, while they... are about to become the ruler of a region!"

"So what if he's the ruler of a region? Can his mere region compare to the Great Yan Dynasty?" Wei Yanwu retorted, his tone no longer as forceful as before.

"Oh? Someone who voluntarily gave up that supreme position is now trying to bring up their past glory?" Wen Yue bluntly exposed her words.

"You know perfectly well that what I did was... tsk!" Wei Yanwu turned his face away in annoyance. The choice he made back then involved too many things to explain.

"Alright, let's leave the past behind and talk about the future." Wen Yue pressed on, "You look down on the ruler of a region... but what about the ruler of Ursus?"

“Absolutely impossible!” Wei Yanwu categorically denied, as if trying to convince himself, “It’s already a stroke of luck that he managed to occupy even a small corner! The million-strong Ursus army still exists, not to mention those inner guards who are each worth an entire army…”

“But Ursus’ army group has already been defeated by him, and countless Imperial Guards have also been lost to him.” Wen Yue calmly stated the facts. “Moreover, Ursus and Unity are now sworn enemies, and there will eventually be a winner. In this battle, I am more optimistic about Xiao Lu’s Unity.”

She paused, her voice carrying a knowing calmness: "If that weren't the case, why would you and I have tacitly allowed Huijie to join in the training and learning?"

Chapter 459 Wen Yue's Reprimand

After they finished speaking, the two remained silent for a long time. Finally, Wen Yue raised her head first, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips, and said:

"Ha, speaking of the inner guards... it's ironic. They can wipe out the inner guards without a sound, and you actually think you can fool everyone with your black raincoat and pull some tricks right under their noses?"

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed directly on Wei Yanwu:

"You even considered gathering your men to settle scores? Wei Yanwu, when did you become so muddle-headed? You can't even discern the true strength of your opponent?"

Wen Yue's words were like ice water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing most of Wei Yanwu's anger.

How could he not know how terrifying that man was? The other party had never truly gone all out; each time he revealed his strength, it was only the tip of the iceberg. Yet, he was able to kill the inner guards without bloodshed, which intimidated everyone in the organization so that no one dared to have any disloyal thoughts. Even that patriot bowed his head.

If I were to actually lead my old comrades through... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I...I just can't swallow this!" Wei Yanwu's voice lowered, filled with anger, shame, and resentment. "Even when the Grand Tutor reprimanded me back then, he didn't curse me like this...like this vicious and unpleasant language!"

“You need someone like that to wake you up, Wei Yanwu!” Wen Yue’s tone became even harsher. “Which of his claims isn’t true? Which one isn’t a knot in your heart, isn’t a source of regret that keeps you tossing and turning in the middle of the night?”

Her gaze held a scrutiny that seemed to transcend the years:

"Back then, you were young and impetuous, stubborn and self-willed. You wouldn't listen to anyone's earnest advice. In the end, you made a terrible mistake... If you could have truly learned from your mistakes and changed your ways, that would have been fine. But you failed to learn anything truly valuable from that bloody lesson!"

Wen Yue's gaze fell on Chen Huijie's letter: You...you...Lin...haven't thought about it yet...you...Lin...are you...?

"Take Huijie for example. You and I both know that Longmen needs a transformation, but have you ever truly sat down and had a heart-to-heart talk with Huijie?"

Her words were filled with deep disappointment:

"She's young and impulsive, and you're afraid she'll repeat your mistakes... But what have you done? You're unwilling to share your knowledge fully, nor are you willing to let her learn from her experiences and grow through trials. You've stuck her in the middle, neither here nor there, only deepening the rift and resentment between you!"

Wen Yue picked up Chen Huijie's letter and tapped it lightly with her fingers:

"That young man gave you two comments: one said it was 'the romance of Yan men'; the other said you 'left a mess for future generations, which is unwise.' In my opinion, both of them are too polite! You're just putting on that elder's air in front of Huijie, and you can't let go of it!"

"Enough—I…!" Wei Yanwu was hit where it hurt, and filled with shame and anger, he suddenly raised his voice.

"(Longmen swear words) What are you yelling at?! Try yelling at me again!?"

As soon as Wei Yanwu roared, Wen Yue's eyebrows shot up, her face turned frosty, and her gaze pierced straight ahead like cold lightning.

In an instant, Wei Yanwu felt as if he had been choked, and his nameless anger was instantly suppressed. His eyes darted around, and he dared not meet the lady's gaze.

“I’ve realized that I’ve been too lenient with you all these years… Wei Yanwu.” Wen Yue’s anger hadn’t subsided; instead, it was tinged with long-suppressed sorrow. “In the past, you made the decisions on important matters, while I took care of the household chores. Just because I didn’t say anything doesn’t mean I didn’t have my opinions or complaints!”

She stood up, her aura commanding:

"Let's leave aside the political affairs of Longmen for now. I've already spoken about Huijie's matter; whether you listen or not is up to you. But you must read this letter carefully, word by word! Think carefully about how you will face her in the future, and what attitude you will have!"

Wen Yue's voice suddenly turned stern:

"And then there's Talulah! That child has been wandering for so many years, suffering so much, and now we've finally heard from her! And you, as her uncle, instead of looking for her and acknowledging her, you're on guard at every turn, sending people to monitor her!"

"Have you forgotten what you promised Edward back then?! You said you would take care of his children no matter what! And what are you doing now?!"

Her rebuke was like a whip, lashing at Wei Yanwu's heart:

"As her only remaining blood relative in this world, the meager care you've given her isn't even half as much as the man beside her! What right do you have to be angry here? What right do you have to be angry? And whose anger are you angry at?!"

"Sigh..." Faced with his wife's barrage of questions, Wei Yanwu could only let out a heavy sigh, as if he had aged several years in an instant. "Then... what do you want me to do?"

"Withdraw everyone immediately!" Wen Yue declared decisively. "Then, once they've wiped out the remaining Ursus troops in the Eastern Region and truly secured their position as the ruler of the Eastern Region..."

Her tone left no room for argument:

"We've prepared our gifts and will personally go to offer our congratulations!"

"This...you want me to...to please him?!" Wei Yanwu frowned, his face full of reluctance.

"It seems all my words were wasted!" Wen Yue's eyes turned completely cold. "You really don't plan to acknowledge Xiao Lu, do you?"

“Madam…Madam, please calm down…” Seeing that his wife was truly angry, Wei Yanwu quickly softened his tone, “Alas…If he can really take over the Eastern Region, the Great Yan Dynasty will probably send envoys to make amends. In that case…I will contact my old friends in the court and sound out the situation.”

"At that time, I will prepare a more formal congratulatory gift in my capacity as the Governor of Lungmen and an elder. What do you think of that?"

"You should have done this a long time ago!" Wen Yue's expression softened slightly as she gently placed the letter back on the table, leaving behind a weighty statement: "Take a good look at Hui Jie's letter... After reading it, perhaps you will understand how absurd and ridiculous your outburst and impulsiveness just now was."

Her voice lowered, carrying a deep weariness and desolation:

“Old Wei, the people around us are dwindling. I really don’t want to see this city fall into turmoil again at our age, and your long knife once again being swung at your old friend who once stood shoulder to shoulder with you… This land has already shed too much blood.”

Wen Yue gave her husband one last, deep look, her voice filled with pleading and resolve:

That's enough... let's stop here.

After saying that, she stopped looking at Wei Yanwu, and gently patted Bai Xue's shoulder, signaling her to leave with her.

In the empty council chamber of the governor's mansion, only Wei Yanwu remained. He slumped back into his large chair, burying his face in his hands until his knuckles turned white, remaining silent for a long time. Heavy thoughts weighed on his heart like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, he wearily raised his head, staring blankly at the ceiling decorated with coiled dragon patterns, his heart heavy with unresolved emotions. His gaze inadvertently fell upon a letter from Chen Huijie on the table.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Yanwu finally reached out and picked up the letter that carried his niece's thoughts, and slowly unfolded it.

The first half of the letter was mostly about where he was and his apology for leaving without saying goodbye.

The middle section is a heartfelt letter to her aunt, Wen Yue, in which she repeatedly mentions Talulah's current situation, the status quo of integration, and her own transformation and growth.

However, the last few paragraphs of the letter were addressed to Wei Yanwu. Chen Huijie frankly admitted that she had vaguely learned some of the old stories and understood the difficulties and hardships her uncle faced in his position.

She recounted everything she had witnessed over the years, expressing her dissatisfaction and confusion about her past actions. But in the end, she chose to let go and, with a firm determination to change Lungmen, embarked on the path of integration.

"We both walked confidently on what we believed to be the right path... ignoring the burdens each other carried and the possibilities they possessed. I ignored your past constraints and pain, and you ignored my future potential and determination..."

"And we who live in the present may really be missing an honest communication... The shadows of the past should not become shackles for the future, and the journey ahead should not sever the blood ties with the past."

"Uncle, for the city I love so much, and for you whom I cherish... I will embark on a long journey to confront the purest darkness and atrocities in the world, to learn how to rekindle hope and rebuild light on the ruins of devastation."

"I will find a way to resolve the conflicts within Longmen, and I will lead Longmen towards a bright future. When I am ready, we will have a proper talk. Okay? — Huijie, writing..."

Wei Yanwu read aloud Chen Huijie's last words to him, word by word. His voice echoed in the silent hall, trembling slightly.

After finishing reading, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, leaning heavily back in his chair and letting out a long, heavy sigh. That sigh was a mixture of weariness, regret, and a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

Perhaps... I've really been wrong all these years.

The two children he cherished were no longer fledglings needing his protection. They had grown up, their wings were growing strong, and they were spreading their wings to fly into the vast sky that belonged to them, carrying their own beliefs and ideals, to overcome obstacles and create their own future.

“Huijie…Talulah…” Wei Yanwu put down the still-warm letter in his hand, turned his gaze to the door, and silently whispered in his heart, “Come back soon…”

Chapter 460 Classic Review

"Yan Kingdom! Dong Kingdom! You've gone too far!"

Beside the long table of the Imperial Council of Saint-Germain, Emperor Fyodor slammed his fist heavily onto the hard wooden table, producing a dull thud.

What enraged him so much was that the Eastern Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom had openly concluded a friendly pact with the Integration Movement, acknowledging its declaration of legitimacy over the Ursus region.

This action by both countries is tantamount to a direct provocation against the Ursus Empire.

"And that idiot Constantine... Not only did he fail to deal with that rebel army in the southern part of the Eastern Region! Instead, he allowed the entire southern part of the Eastern Region to fall in less than a month!" Fyodor roared, veins throbbing on his forehead. "Why didn't he die on the battlefield?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down..."

In the parliamentary seat, a heavily insignia-wearing military commander spoke in a deep voice, attempting to steer the conversation back on track:

"The current battle situation is settled. The rebel forces have grown stronger and are now converging from the north and south, attacking our Third and Fourth Army Groups on the central front. It is no longer realistic to expect them to suppress the rebel forces on their own."

He stepped forward, his gaze sharp:

"I am willing to personally lead half of the Central Army Group to reinforce the Eastern Front. At the very least, before the rebel army completely annihilates Constantine's army group, I must recapture the fortress connecting the Central and Eastern Regions—Yakunitsky!"

"Otherwise, once the rebel army is integrated and wipes out my Constantine Army Group, they will surely divide their forces to defend this strategic location, and the Eastern Region... may completely become lost territory of my empire!"

Several generals nodded in support. However, most of the civil officials remained expressionless, some even with a hint of mockery on their lips, coldly observing the military's predicament.

Sure enough, a minister immediately objected loudly: "Absolutely not! Your Majesty, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"The Central Army Group is the cornerstone of the empire and the lifeblood of the nation! It should never be moved lightly unless it is a matter of life and death, let alone splitting its forces in half?"

"Your Majesty must not forget what happened more than ten years ago! The lessons of the past are still fresh. If the central military strength is weak, it is hard to guarantee that no one will harbor rebellious thoughts again!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "disloyal intentions," and the people in the council immediately paled at the mention of it.

When Fyodor mentioned the civil war more than a decade ago that nearly cost him his life, his face instantly darkened.

Since then, he has increasingly regarded the Central Army Group as his last resort, and would never transfer it away from the capital unless absolutely necessary.

"Don't mention this matter again!" Fyodor waved his hand decisively, his voice low and resolute, his gaze sweeping over the marshal who had volunteered, with a hint of barely perceptible vigilance.

Then, Fyodor turned to ask, "What's the situation on the front lines in Kazimir?!"

The Foreign Minister quickly stepped forward to report:

"Your Majesty, the war in Kazimir is nearing its end, and their peace delegation is on its way and will arrive at St. Jun's Castle in three days. Once the agreement is signed, my Fifth and Seventh Armies will only need to leave 100,000 troops to guard the border, and the main force can withdraw."

"Good!" Fyodor's spirits lifted, and he immediately ordered, "Improve this matter immediately! Once the treaty is finalized, order the Fifth and Seventh Armies to prepare immediately and march to the Eastern Region! Not an inch of Ursus's territory can be taken away!"

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