As night fell, a bright moon hung in the sky.
Dingle, who had stayed in the Royal Castle all day, left the room where the Yan Emperor was. He had spent the entire afternoon there in talks with the Yan Emperor, who had returned from St. Marien Square.
Now, after closing the door, he rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh of relief.
After walking through the corridor, down the steps, and out of the palace, several officers who had been waiting there immediately came forward. One of them asked in a low voice:
"Well? Dingle, are you sure?" They all looked at him with eager eyes.
Dingle nodded: "Yes, the time is set."
"They will depart from Salibia at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
After this answer was given, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed expression of relief appeared on their faces.
At this moment, another person cautiously asked:
"What about those areas that have already fallen?"
Dingle glanced at him and replied, "As previously agreed, their troops are already withdrawing in an orderly manner."
After saying this, Dingle paused briefly and added, "Don't worry, they are people who keep their promises."
The officers exchanged glances and nodded, while Dingle continued:
"Tomorrow I will set off with them and accompany them all the way to the port to see them off at sea."
The words fell.
"That would be perfect, this is just right..."
Dingle interrupted, "That's enough. I need to go see Senator Wolfgang and tell him."
After saying this, Dingle was about to leave when an officer grabbed his arm and said, "Dingle, something happened during the execution at St. Marienplatz today."
Upon hearing this, Dingle frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. The previous bloodshed left a deep impression on him, and he immediately pressed for an answer:
"What happened? I didn't know anything about it. They didn't say anything when they came back."
"They" refers, of course, to the Yan Kingdom's emperor and his entourage who returned first.
The officer immediately explained, "Don't be too nervous, nothing serious has happened, it's just... a minor incident."
"This happened after the execution."
After saying this, he told Dingle everything that had happened after the execution.
"Anyway, that's what happened. Field Marshal Wolfgang... no, the congressman, was so grief-stricken that he collapsed in St. Marienplatz. He didn't wake up after we brought him back, but we've had a doctor take care of him. He's physically fine, but... I think he's having some emotional issues."
"If you're going to look for him, he's probably still asleep..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dingle had already turned and walked away, saying without turning his head, "I understand."
——
A moment later.
Upon arriving on the third floor of the guest building, Dingle knocked on the door at the end of the corridor. After a few seconds of silence, he whispered:
"Father."
There was no answer from inside. After waiting a few more seconds, Dingle tried to turn the doorknob. The door was not locked, so he went inside.
Only one wall lamp was lit in the room. When he got to the bedside, he saw that the blanket completely covered the person on the bed.
“Father,” he said softly.
There was still no response. Just as Dingle was about to reach out and pull back the covers, the person under the covers stirred, and then a hoarse voice came from inside:
"Is it Nightingale?"
"Hmm, are you alright?" Dingle breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the corner of the bed.
"Me? I'm fine."
Upon hearing this, Dingle sighed almost imperceptibly:
"That's good."
"Today in St. Marienplatz, after the execution..."
Before he could finish speaking, a corner of the blanket was lifted from the inside out, revealing Wolfgang's messy white hair, but his face remained buried in the blanket, and he said in a hoarse voice.
"It's all in the past."
Dingle stared blankly at his father's full head of white hair, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said:
"We will get through this together."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wolfgang added, "We must not repeat the same mistake."
"I...I don't want...I don't want to see this tragedy happen again..."
Hearing the tremor in his voice, Dingle was filled with mixed emotions.
In his memory, Wolfgang was a father he didn't know very well, partly because of his own dishonorable background and partly because of his overly concerned-with-respect-respect-worthy personality.
This resulted in him not being very close to Wolfgang.
However, after these recent events, Dingle's relationship with Wolfgang has gradually improved.
Seeing Wolfgang's weak and powerless appearance, Dingle leaned down slightly, reached out to smooth his disheveled white hair, and said softly:
"Yes, Father."
"But you need to cheer up, we still have a lot to do."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't be discouraged, and I certainly won't do anything to myself," Wolfgang said.
Upon hearing this, Dingle raised an eyebrow, but still said slowly:
“I am not worried. You have always been strong, and I believe you can lead the nation to recover.”
Wolfgang did not respond.
Dingle then added, "I have good news for you."
"The Yan people will leave Salibia at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. They have made a promise to us that they will withdraw all troops that have entered the country, leaving not a single soldier behind."
Upon hearing this, Wolfgang poked his head out from under the covers. He was still pale, but his eyes were still red-rimmed.
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