The hazy sunlight filtered through the mountains and forests, falling softly under the clear sky and illuminating the land of the capital.

The world, enveloped in silvery snow dust, gradually donned a golden robe under the early sun, occasionally shimmering with dazzling brilliance.

As the sun peeked out, its rays climbed onto the newly dug streets and silvery-white wooden rooftops of the capital.

Although the buildings and streets were mostly dilapidated, they were already beginning to take shape.

The newly dug earthen ditches were piled with snow on both sides, revealing the hard road formed by solidified sand.

This road stretches to the distant gates of the capital.

There, a team of knights and mages was busily transporting building materials and supplies.

The large carriages swayed as the procession moved, slowly advancing along the dirt streets, heading deeper into the capital.

Even though the sun had just risen over the mountains, the hardworking residents and craftsmen had already begun their busy day.

The sounds of planks being struck against rocks and the clatter of firewood echoing in the air created a symphony of diligence.

Those who need to build houses should build houses, and those who need to prepare breakfast should prepare breakfast for everyone.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, even passing convoys were not idle.

Many knights continuously dropped off various daily necessities and building materials for the residents on both sides.

Amidst the rising shouts and cheers, residents came and went, helping each other build their friends' houses.

If any family runs out of planks, they only need to make a gentle call, and several families will come to deliver them.

What if a child needs care?

During this critical period, all the children in the city were concentrated in an area where they were cared for by designated personnel.

Despite the devastating battle that struck the capital, the people did not succumb to despair, but instead moved forward with renewed vigor.

On this devastated land, a vibrant life force is thriving.

Before long, the capital will undergo a brand new change.

Meanwhile, on another road near the reconstruction area, the sounds of carriage wheels and whips echoed.

A group of magnificent carriages sped along the dirt road, heading straight for the central palace.

Soon, these ornately decorated carriages came to a stop in the square in front of the palace.

The carriage door opened, and many noble ministers stepped down from the carriage one after another.

The nobles greeted each other perfunctorily and exchanged pleasantries as soon as they met.

After the battle in the capital, both the eldest prince's and the second prince's factions disbanded.

And their ministers, who used to despise each other, no longer clashed with each other as they had in the past.

The nobles exchanged pleasantries while looking up at the intact imperial palace, which radiated a sublime golden light.

Despite its dazzling brilliance, as majestic as the sun, it could not dispel the biting winter wind.

Yet it still endured the biting cold, occasionally exhaling a wisp of warm breath.

The ministers kept rubbing their hands together, trying to gain some warmth.

While enduring the cold, it occasionally exhaled warm breath.

well.

Perhaps at this moment, these old guys who once couldn't stand each other all share a common bitterness.

It's unbelievable that even their family mansions were bombed clean, yet these ministers still have to toil in the cold wind every day for state affairs.

Being a nobleman is really boring.

I can't even sleep in anymore.

However, they all knew that the major events of last week still left them with lingering fears.

The entire capital city suffered several acts of destruction.

The rock giant's rage, and the debauchery of the defeated god.

And finally...

Upon realizing this, all the ministers fell silent.

Because they all knew that some of the actions Victor was forced to take in order to protect the capital.

Now that the capital has been destroyed, these powerful noble ministers will have a lot to do.

The capital city was vast, and each minister had his own area of ​​responsibility and tasks, and he was required to report his work progress to the emperor every day.

After careful consideration and planning, the emperor will continue to arrange follow-up work and assign tasks to lower levels.

For them, every day is a heavy workload.

Fortunately, the emperor was not stingy with their money.

Although the work is busy every day, the pay is more generous than usual.

Otherwise, who would be willing to work without overtime pay?

Just then, the palace gates, shimmering with golden light, were slowly pushed open by two servants.

The moment the gates opened, all the nobles rushed forward, eager to squeeze in as soon as possible.

The reason the nobles were so excited was that the palace was so warm.

The inside and outside of the hall are two completely different worlds.

The nobles and ministers walked towards the warm fireplaces on both sides, feeling the warmth enveloping their bodies, and comforting sounds echoed throughout the palace.

But soon, everyone quieted down.

In this tranquil palace, surrounded by the crackling of the fireplace, steady, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the deep passageway behind the throne.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a light and gentle step.

All the ministers withdrew their hands from the fire and lined up in two rows.

They held their breath and stared intently at the figure emerging from the dark passage.

Soon, Emperor Aubrey, supported by Princess Aurelian, slowly appeared before all the ministers.

The ministers looked at Aubrey before them and felt that he seemed even older and more hunched over.

Even Aurelion, who was supporting the emperor, showed a hint of sadness and disappointment on her face.

They all knew that the princess's current state was related to the 'disappearance' of her teacher, Count Victor.

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