As soon as he finished speaking, the female tiger-woman who was practicing her horse stance stopped and walked to Victor's side.

It stood before Priscilla, clasped its hands in a fist and bowed to her.

Priscilla opened her eyes, paused slightly, and her thoughts were jumbled up.

She quickly looked up at Victor:

"Master, are you... leaving?"

Viktor nodded calmly.

"I am a citizen of the Empire, so naturally I cannot stay in the Kingdom for long."

Priscilla instinctively moved closer and hurriedly said:

"Then can I...?"

Suddenly, Victor raised his hand and gently touched her forehead with his fingertips.

Priscilla looked at him with some confusion, but the next second...

Bang!

A crisp snap of the skull rang out, and Viktor remained in the snapping motion.

"Eek".

Priscilla felt a sharp pain, clutched her head, and her eyes turned red.

Even tears streamed down my face from the pain.

A question flashed through her mind.

Mr. Victor is clearly a mage, how can he have such strength...?

Before she could react, Viktor calmly said:

"You feel pain now?"

Priscilla endured the pain without speaking, her lips bulging with a puff of sullen pride.

"First of all, even if you abandon your identity as a kingdom, you are still a lord."

"The people of Shulburn need you. If you leave, who will continue to manage Shulburn?"

"All the effort your father put in while he was alive has been wasted."

As Priscilla listened, she covered her head, her eyes lowered, and her expression somber.

When her father is mentioned, Priscilla falls silent.

Her parents are a lifelong source of pain for her; she cannot ignore their sacrifices.

That was love meant solely to keep her in the world.

"Your Highness, Count Victor."

Just then, a voice came from behind Viktor.

He turned around and saw a group of people walking towards him.

Gwen led the procession, followed by twelve diplomatic envoys.

They called out to Victor, reporting to him and the princess:

"The magic train will arrive tonight. If we want to leave today, we need to head to Shulbon now."

Upon hearing the Foreign Minister's words, Aurelion lowered her sword.

With a gentle flick of her finger in the air, accompanied by the flow of magic, a cleansing spell wiped away all the sweat from her body and clothes.

Since she gained control over necromancy, Professor Victor no longer forbade her from using magic.

The remaining tiger-man recovered from his horse stance and bowed to Victor.

Vanilla, carrying heavy luggage, followed behind Aurelion.

Finally, Victor looked at Priscilla, who had her head bowed, and slowly spoke:

"Let's go."

"You and I should both go home."

...

By this time, the night was deep, and stars dotted the sky.

Before the train platform, twelve ministers gazed at the kingdom's nightscape, lost in thought.

When they left the kingdom this time, no one came to see them off.

Yesterday, the Foreign Minister had already exchanged greetings with the kingdom's nobles.

I still remember the lively welcoming party they received when they first arrived in the Kingdom of Kant this year, including Earl Laureen.

It was incredibly lively.

But now, they are leaving.

In just one month, everything has changed.

Earl Laureen has passed away.

Who could have imagined that?

Count Laureen is actually a vampire.

Unconsciously, everyone felt a little more worried.

But mostly I was happy.

My annual business trip is finally over, and I can finally have a long break.

Huffing and puffing—

A hissing sound of steam rising came from in front of the platform, and magically formed, strangely colored rails appeared under the night sky.

The train doors slowly opened, and bright lights shone from inside the carriages, illuminating the people who were shrouded in darkness.

The knights and the demi-human guards brought by Victor lined up in two rows and boarded the train one after another.

The last few riders led their horses toward the last few carriages.

Gwen slowly turned her head and glanced at Viktor and the girl with the same blood-red eyes.

Then, he turned around and boarded the train carriage first.

Priscilla stood in front of Victor, with the female tiger-woman obediently standing behind her.

"Reach out your hand."

She paused for a moment, looking somewhat reluctant, but still obediently reached out her hand.

Then, a gleaming gold card appeared in her hand.

She looked at the gold card with great surprise.

Because it also bears the logo of the 'Cassidra Chamber of Commerce'.

"There's a hundred million here, I'll leave it with you."

“Bishop Michaela has a group of demi-humans who need to be raised, but they cannot afford to support them.”

"One tree cannot make a forest; remember, they will be your strength."

Priscilla listened to Viktor's instructions, nodded slightly, clutched the gold card, and watched Viktor gradually leave.

The black trench coat was reflected in her bloodshot eyes, appearing exceptionally distant.

Priscilla opened her mouth:

"father……"

She desperately wanted to ask if they could ever see each other again.

However, in the end, she still couldn't utter those words.

The card in his hand seemed to still carry the residual warmth of Viktor.

The train slowly began to move as Viktor became the last person to board.

The magical track below began to spread again, filling the air with a strangely colored magical energy.

A plume of white steam rose from the train, and the long train, with its wheels rolling along the tracks, gradually ascended into the sky.

Priscilla looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting a strange light.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze stirred around her.

Priscilla noticed this keenly and turned around to look.

She was startled.

"Grand...Grand Duke."

Grand Duke Barlow stood beside her, leaning on his cane.

When did the Grand Duke arrive?

So, was he also there to see them off?

At this moment, the Grand Duke's cloudy eyes trembled as he looked at the train.

It's like a longing, yet it happens silently.

He then slowly spoke again, asking Priscilla beside him:

"Why didn't you say that?"

"That sentence...?"

Priscilla pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"I'm a little reluctant to part with it."

A gentle breeze stirred, lifting Priscilla's long silver hair.

The starlight above the night sky twinkled, making her hair shine even brighter.

The strange light in the scarlet eyes gradually faded away, and the bright white moon was reflected in them, creating a very calm scene.

The stars hung overhead, gradually shifting with the gentle breeze.

"I'm also a little reluctant."