Sometimes, a person's strength is not very meaningful... Often, the amount of water a wooden bucket can hold depends on its shortest plank, which is the origin of the term "short plank".
While the empire's situation cannot be described using the "weakest link" theory, it is very close to the truth...
It is very counterintuitive that if Yinla, as the strongest person, stays in the Empire, the Empire's execution will become extremely strange... It's not that it will become weak, but it will become like a stagnant pool, slow and difficult to act.
Because the nobles will trip us up...
Whether it's Illa's policies or the strategies of nobles who clearly belong to the "Illa faction," the noble faction will resist them to some extent... They may not even know why they are resisting, but they will still resist.
After all, Yinla is too special and too dazzling, but she is unwilling to hide her talents... Hiding her talents doesn't mean much to Yinla.
Yinla's departure from the Empire has ironically made it more unified, or rather... the current aristocratic faction is more willing to prioritize the Empire's prosperity over resisting Yinla's faction, just as it was at the beginning of the war.
Fortunately, the war was not one-sided, to the point where the empire could quickly gain a significant advantage.
As the battle lines lengthen, the war between the Empire and the Duchy is destined to become a protracted war... As long as the nature of the governors remains unchanged, neither side will have a decisive means to win the war.
"..."
In his room, Yinla held a quill pen, dipped it in ink, rested his chin on his hand, and pondered something. Then he wrote on the parchment spread out on the table... He was writing a letter.
As for who he's writing to, well... it can't be Isabella.
Although Isabella would certainly be open and honest with her, and even if Isabella asked her in the letter about the empire's next strategic goals, Isabella wouldn't refuse to answer, but...
Let's just consider it Yinla's capriciousness; he doesn't really want to ask Yinsabella anything.
"..."
After quickly writing his signature, Yinla pondered for a moment, then picked up another piece of parchment, unfolded it, and placed it on the table with two frosted stone bricks to prevent it from rolling up again.
Yes, Illa had to write more than one letter... not even two.
Yinla's network of connections is probably quite extensive, so even if he only stays in the Demon King's territory, he still has ways to obtain information from many places, and the timeliness is not bad.
With the help of the vampires, we should get a reply by tomorrow night, although the battle situation will definitely change again by then.
As for the Lich territory and trading ships, those matters will have to be postponed.
"..."
"Oh, right..."
As Yinla spoke, the quill pen swayed lightly in his hand. He muttered to himself helplessly, "I wonder if Casiopeia knows about this. I'll let her know too."
Once these letters are written and replies arrive, everyone will likely be able to understand the full picture of what happened last night.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a soft knock on the door... Judging from this, it's unlikely to be Vera. If it were her, she would have shouted and pushed the door open.
"Please come in."
As Yinla's voice rang out, the door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a cute yet hesitant face. Satan Ye uttered a soft, sweet voice that was hard to describe: "Mr...Mr. Yinla."
Her voice was a little too sweet, which caused Yinla's hand to tremble slightly, and a small ink spot appeared on the parchment... Fortunately, the ink on the parchment did not spread quickly, so it could be wiped off quickly.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"What happened?" Yinla asked, turning his head to look at Satan Leaf who had come to find him. He put down his pen and looked at the little tail that was unconsciously curling up repeatedly.
Satan Ye blinked hesitantly, but still handed a folded parchment to Yinla, saying, "Youyou said this is a letter from the Empire, and you were designated to receive it... We haven't opened it, so who sent it?"
"..."
Without needing to be explicitly stated, Yinla knew the answer, and he knew that everyone else had the answer as well… So, how should he face Yinsabella now? And how should their relationship be defined now?
Parchment... is not magic letter paper.
Thinking it over, Ira took the parchment. Looking at the delicate, familiar handwriting, he realized something and said, "Isabella knows I know about her support for the slave-catching team... Is she afraid I'll scold her?"
Hearing Yinla's words, Satan Ye gently sat on Yinla's bed, looking at Yinla sitting at her desk writing furiously, and blinked gently: "Even a powerful king like Yinsabella is afraid of being scolded?"
However, upon closer reflection, Mr. Yinla's anger... can indeed be quite terrifying.
"Isabella is still a bit naive. Although she is a queen first, she will inevitably remain just a child afterward..."
As Yinla said this, he looked at the contents of the parchment that Yinsabella had sent him. He said, "She seems to have become more and more willful since I left... When I see her again, I will break her legs."
As he made this claim, Illa examined the contents of the parchment.
"..."
Both remained silent, with Yinla reading the letter while Satanye stared at the expressionless Yinla… Yinla’s expression was indifferent, as seemed to be the case for most consuls.
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