Chapter 45, The Fog of War, Misera pulled back three words.

It's impossible for me to fight; I'll never fight in my entire life.

Eleanor was dejected for a moment, then got up and wrote a letter to Myrcella. The servant took the letter and left in a hurry.

She slapped her thigh, still feeling it wasn't right.

"Coral, drive! I'm going to the capital myself!"

"yes."

She has no more chances to rewind, so even if it's just paranoia, she has to act immediately.

To avoid being intercepted by Andra, Eleanor deliberately traveled light, taking a roundabout route through extremely hidden places to reach the capital, wasting four to five days along the way.

The former market's secret passages had been sealed off by Myrcella, and Eleanor walked confidently into the palace through the main gate, with announcements spreading along the way.

Splash splash splash splash—

The palace gates opened for her, and the servants joyfully came to greet the border lord, leading her into Mysella's private council chamber.

Eleanor entered the council chamber, glancing at the dust on the corner of the table as she asked a servant, "How often does my sister come here?"

The servant smiled but did not answer, and Eleanor did not press the matter further.

She remembered that her sister had specifically mentioned this meeting room in her letter.

Mysella said she didn't like handling political affairs, and in order to force herself to be a good king, she deliberately separated her bedchamber from the meeting hall, so that her ministers would have a place to talk to her about work, in addition to court sessions.

Eleanor was very happy after reading the letter, but now it seems that it will probably be another project that only lasts for a short time.

Clang, clang clang.

Someone walked towards her, jingling and clanging as they carried a bunch of metal pendants.

Eleanor's heart sank slightly, and when she looked up, it really was Myrcella.

The older sister was wearing an exaggerated crown that jingled and swayed. She was covered in jewels, looking like a walking jewelry stand. There were three swords at her waist!

Eleanor's vision went black.

How has she been cooped up these past few years? Has she been taken over by some nouveau riche?

She longed to grab Mysella's shoulders and slap her hard twice, just like she did when she was a child, then pull the things off and throw them aside.

However, Eleanor simply stood up from her chair and gave a respectful bow.

"His Majesty."

She straightened up amidst Mysella's cheerful expression and said solemnly, "I have important matters to discuss with you, which is why I rushed from my territory to the capital. Please forgive me for not informing you beforehand."

"Oh dear~ how could my sister and I possibly talk about forgiveness or not?"

Mysella sat down on the stool with a generous air, patting the armrest and saying, "Sit down, please sit down. Let's go play football together this afternoon. The football match you organized in the territory was so much fun!"

This guy is still the same; he forgets everything as soon as he's not being watched for even a minute.

Eleanor suppressed the inexplicable anger rising in her chest and took out a map from her pocket, spreading it out on the table.

"Hey, a new game?" Mysella leaned over for a look, then immediately felt embarrassed. But she was too shy to say she wasn't interested, so she could only rub her nose and listen to her sister continue.

"Sister, Andra has attacked. She has successfully ascended the throne and is invading our country with the elite forces of Hetuya."

To spare her sister's delicate cerebral cortex, Eleanor cut to the chase: "Please concentrate all your forces and attack Andra's army together!"

"What? What did you say?" Mysera stared wide-eyed, blinking innocently.

Wang stared at the map and scratched his head for a long time before he could barely understand what his sister meant after she explained it two or three times.

"Oh, I see. So you're saying they infiltrated to attack the capital?"

"It could be somewhere else, but it must be a very important city-state. Please do not let your guard down."

“Hmm…” Mysella sat back down and raised her hand to call to her attendant, “Quickly, quickly go and call all the generals over here! Let them see what to do next.”

Eleanor secretly breathed a sigh of relief; her sister's approach was at least better than Eva's, and she was willing to listen to others.

She took a closer look at the name above her sister's head. The original purple had turned into a deep purple, with some gold lines mixed in, and the color was similar to that of Attila back then.

This put Eleanor at ease.

It seems that Mysella has really been working hard these past few years; she's not the kind of guy who loses gambling, goes into debt, and then stubbornly continues to lie.

Her relief lasted only a few minutes, because when the court officials and generals stepped into the conference room, Eleanor couldn't help but look up at the names above their heads.

She didn't want to divide people into different classes, but what's with all these blue and green ministers? Are you pulling from the friend pool or trying to reach the pity system in a 10-pull?!

Ministers from both the KMT and DPP gathered together.

Eleanor took a deep breath and carefully explained the situation to them again, breaking it down in detail.

"If we don't drive out or even kill Andra now, their real target will suffer when the Hetuyas reunite in a city!"

Eleanor gave a thorough analysis and alarmingly circled all the relatively independent cities surrounding the capital.

"If I were Andra, I would definitely try to win over one or even several of the city lords here. As long as two people are on my side, the capital is in danger!"

Clap clap clap. The ministers from both the Kuomintang and the Democratic Progressive Party politely applauded.

"I understand!"

Mysera slapped her thigh and exclaimed excitedly, "I will personally lead the army to defeat Andra with the strongest force and turn all the Hetuyas into our slaves!"

The ministers from both the blue and green camps applauded enthusiastically.

Eleanor frowned, instinctively wanting to remind her sister that there was something wrong with her statement.

But looking at her sister's unrestrained smile and the perilous situation on the map, she swallowed those words.

Forget it, it's rare for Mysella to be so willing to take the initiative to protect her country, so she shouldn't pour cold water on her at this critical juncture.

...

The king decided to lead the expedition in person, and although some tried to stop him, there were not many.

After all, the queen is no longer a child; she is fully capable of making her own decisions, and if anyone dares to oppose her—Misera's sword might not be ineffective.

Norlana has enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests in recent years.

Myrcella has been on the throne for so long without encountering any peasant or slave uprisings, and even the nobles have maintained their respect for her out of consideration for her mother-in-law and sister.

She had waited so long and finally got a good opportunity to practice. She ran out in a flash to muster her troops and prepare to fight the Hetuya people for three hundred rounds and obtain the title of Exterminator like her mother.

While Myrcella was selecting her lieutenants, Eleanor was also advising her, wishing she could replace all the elite soldiers she brought with names of blue rank or higher.

Mysella listened to some of her sisters' suggestions, but she chose more of her usual friends.

"Wow, we have such great teamwork when we play soccer! We also train together a lot, because teamwork is crucial in warfare!"

Eleanor tried her best not to argue with Myrcella, and after some discussion, she finalized the list of all those to be sent on the expedition.

Ah—she breathed a sigh of relief after it was finalized.

She had never been this tired when she was doing logistics for Andra in her past life.

Andra values ​​people who are either purple or blue. Aside from the occasional extra losses of supplies, she never needs anyone to worry about anything on the battlefield.

A sense of unease spread through Eleanor's heart.

If you think of war as cooking, Andra only needs you to buy her the ingredients and seasonings, and she can serve up eight dishes and a soup.

Misella, on the other hand, requires you to start by searching for recipes, buying vegetables, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables... until the seasoned vegetables and spatula are put into the pot together, she will stir-fry them a couple of times and claim that she made them. After you finish eating, you will have to wash the dishes.

Eleanor patted her chest and tried to catch her breath.

It's okay, I'm not helping Myrcella, I'm helping Nolana!

She kept reassuring herself until the day before she was to set off.

Since Mysella is going to the front lines, she naturally has to stay in the palace to help stabilize the rear... right?

Eleanor was stunned when she entered the study.

The person sitting in the study wasn't even Myrcella's queen, much less Myrcella's three-year-old daughter, but rather—

"Ophelia, what are you doing here?!"

The second sister raised her head and said calmly, "Wang usually exercises diligently, and I'm here specifically to help her out."

Share worries? Share what worries?

Eleanor's blood pressure soared: How could anyone be so stupid as to hand over their work to a rival who had failed to seize the throne?!

She had never even heard a similar story in the history books of either world; Myrcella's stupidity was creatively brilliant.

Eleanor nearly choked on her breath. Clutching her chest, she said, "Put the things down, let me handle this."

“Fine.” Ophelia tossed aside the parchment scroll without a second thought, leaving the table for Eleanor, and gestured for her to leave as she went.

For the next two weeks, Eleanor was constantly restless.

The affairs of the palace and some miscellaneous matters of the royal city were nothing to her. She had managed to manage Andra's vast territory and chaotic harem back then, so why would she be afraid of this little thing?

The main issue is that there's still no news from Mysella.

Myrcella felt very insecure. To show respect for her sister, she deliberately didn't plant any informants, and now she was truly in the dark.

What exactly happened on my sister's side? Why haven't they started fighting yet?

Eleanor couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

She had painstakingly anticipated Andra's attack and possessed a highly sophisticated information transmission system. The initial location she pinpointed for Andra was almost certainly accurate, so why didn't they react at all?

Did my sister run into Andra? Was the information wrong, or was she accidentally injured?

Eleanor waited anxiously, and finally received the first piece of good news a few days later.

The good news is that it was a decent victory. Mysera's forces suffered minimal casualties, and the Hetuya were driven out of their city-state.

The bad news is that instead of attacking the most suspicious team as she had instructed, Myrcella miraculously attacked another team right next to her.

Thanks to Myrcella's brilliant move, the team that was suspected to be led by Andra briefly crossed paths with other teams, and now they truly have no idea where Andra is.

How come this guy is so strong yet so cautious?

Eleanor was furious. In contrast, her sister seemed completely relaxed, like she was on vacation!

A week later, the second and third reports of victory came from the front lines.

Those blue and green ministers even arranged for bards to repeatedly sing of the queen's bravery in the streets, boasting about how she kicked those Hetuyas hard in the buttocks.

In their poems, Mysera is like a mythical warrior, wielding a single blade to kill a Hetuya.

She skewered them like lamb skewers with her sword and danced around the campfire.

The savage Hetuya were utterly powerless to resist; they would flee at the mere sight of the king's chariots appearing on the battlefield.

This sounds wonderful. The Hetuyas are fighting on enemy territory and don't have many manpower. If we keep winning like this, we can drive them all out.

But Eleanor still sensed something was amiss from the vast amount of intelligence she gathered.

She knew how reckless the Hetuyas were in battle.

Not to mention the iron guards who were specifically there to protect her in her past life and the elite troops who stood by Andra's side. Even the followers Attila brought in this life could continue fighting despite suffering nearly half their losses.

How could they possibly be so frightened by the sight of Myrcella's carriage that they ran away? Moreover, the people at the post station specifically stated that the poets weren't lying; they had witnessed similar scenes...

This must be some kind of scheme!

She quickly pulled out some stationery to write a letter to her sister on the battlefield.

[Sister, keep a close eye on things. Make sure the battlefield is well-defended, and don't let too many of them escape.]

Why don't you just offer a high bounty on all the Hetuya people?

......

If you encounter Andra on the battlefield, don't let her get away!

She waited a very long time before receiving a reply.

Mysera replied with three words.

【Okay.】

You know nothing!