After Indulging in Alchemy, the Madam Was Cringed Over by the Duke

This is a fantasy world where angels and demons dance together, elves and dwarves play mahjong, and every imperial royal family member has a dragon.

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Chapter 227 Chaos

This is a revenge war that has been fought for a century.

The fading bloodline of the Holy Dragon; the tormented spirits of the unjustly killed wandering in the underworld; the descendants of a race purged at the end of the Fifth Era for following the Holy Dragon…

Too much hatred that runs deep in the bones.

Too many avengers carry the hatred of their ancestors.

They awaited the war horn that would sound at dawn.

On the heavenly horse carriage.

Li Aili looked down at the ground from the carriage window and sighed, "Sigh..."

Arthur, who had been sitting beside her, preoccupied with the Knights' military affairs, looked over when he heard the sound, took her hand, and gently kissed it. "What's wrong?"

Li Aili shook her head. "I just didn't expect the war to come so suddenly."

Last time, Albert annihilated Ponceau with the force of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning.

Throughout the entire Imperial War, Li Aili and Arthur were busy raiding the spider's lair in the dungeon, so they didn't feel much of the impact.

"I always thought that after a war, the world would be at peace for a long time..."

Arthur paused for a moment, then said, "The fate of my father and mother taught me a lesson: taking a step back does not lead to peace with the enemy."

"On the contrary, cowardice will only cause loved ones to bleed."

If the god of fate hadn't gone mad, Arthur might have been willing to take things slowly.

He would even be willing to choose the 'Will of the Holy Dragon' that his fathers were so proud of—to protect the world—once again, out of consideration for the majority of life in the world.

But fate went mad.

As a thorn in the side of fate, Arthur has to consider the worst-case scenario.

If fate were to become the new God-King, how would it treat him?

"Some believe that war originates from greed. But I believe that war originates from fear."

Arthur gripped Ellie's hand tightly.

There are things men are not used to saying aloud.

In the end, there was only one sentence: "Ellie, I can't lose you."

Li Aili felt heartbroken because she had witnessed the Holy Dragon being burned to ashes in war a thousand years ago, so she understood the weight of her husband's words.

Pegasus slowly spiraled down.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was so heavy that Li Aili felt a lump in her throat and her eyes sting.

Li Aili looked out the window, trying to change the subject and ease the heavy atmosphere.

"Huh...this? Isn't that Fisher-Nankey's chassis? Hey hey hey! What's he doing here??"

Every time Fisheranki mentions the Undead, he seems eager to distance himself from them. There's no way he would willingly set foot in the capital of Clark!

Arthur looked out the window, not at all surprised.

"The Tankar elves were once the royal family of the wood elves."

Li Aili: "???"

"Because the Tankar elves were once the Holy Dragon's closest allies."

"Where there are green forests, the Holy Dragon can safely entrust its back to its elven allies."

Back then, when they encountered the young Fisheranki, the Holy Dragon was already in grave danger. Li Aili truly didn't have time to delve into the social status of the Tankar elves at that time.

Li Aili's mind raced, but Arthur spoke his mind first.

“Fishenanki also lost his parents and siblings in that great battle, and all the wood elves who followed Tankar perished in the war.”

Li Aili hesitated for a moment, "...So, he's also an 'Avenger,' but Alice just gave birth...Does he, no, does Alice know he's preparing to join the war?"

Arthur looked at the carriage engraved with the royal crest of Tankar and said in a low voice, "Ellie, the only way to make the immortal forget hatred is to kill him."

When the carriage came to a stop, Arthur stepped down first, then turned around and gently and gentlemanly helped his wife down.

When the carriage landed, Victoria was already waiting there with a squad of death knights.

The sky over Clark was, as always, overcast.

But Victoria's smile was radiant.

Today, the shapeshifter has reverted to its female form, but is dressed in smart men's clothing.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both at this time, Your Highness Arthur and Princess Elizabeth."

"I believe His Highness Albert will be very pleased to see the two of you."

Today is different from the past.

Li Aili, arm in arm with Arthur, stepped onto the red carpet to welcome the VIPs.

She was the Queen of Emerald City, and her husband represented the Duchy of Cold Emerald. The two arrived to forge an alliance and received Clark's highest level of hospitality.

Two rows of high-ranking undead knights stood in neat formation. As the Duke and Duchess approached, the undead knights drew their longswords and formed 'Cambridge'.

This isn't the first time Li Aili has walked through Cambridge like this.

Unlike the first time, when she was filled with excitement, this time her gaze would linger on some details.

For example, the gleaming silver medal on the chest of the Undead Knight.

Strangely, the design of these medals doesn't resemble the style of the Holy Dragon.

The Holy Dragon has always been ruthless and believes in the supremacy of strength. Therefore, small items like military medals will not be designed with extravagance or aesthetics in mind.

However, the five major imperial systems were different.

Their nobles valued a luxurious lifestyle and liked flashy but impractical things; even their military medals were made in an extremely extravagant manner.

Noticing Li Aili's gaze, Victoria immediately slowed down, walked past Arthur, and went to Li Aili's side, saying, "These are the ancestors of those five traitor families."

Li Aili: "???"

Victoria replied matter-of-factly, "Ah, how could Albert possibly allow the Holy Dragon's heroic spirit to do such a thing?"

Victoria counted on her fingers for Li Aili, "The most loyal ones, like Xie En and the others, are marquises who command armies in their respective regions."

Secondly, there are the heroic spirits who sacrificed themselves to guard the continent throughout the ages.

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