"Your Holiness, this is a letter from Lady Ira Elcaras."
Upon hearing the messenger's arrival, Mylian Miriam, who was in her lounge, gently opened her eyes... Her soft features looked at the messenger respectfully pushing the letter through the one-way glass door.
Yes, this is the crystallization of human wisdom. Only by looking from one side to the other can you see the glass clearly... From the outside to the inside, you can only see a blurry frosted surface.
"I understand, you've worked hard."
Miriam spoke through the door, the handsome young man extending his slender fingers to cut open the inkpad with a knife, tearing open the envelope... unfolding the parchment, looking at the aristocratic handwriting on it.
Ira's handwriting is really beautiful... it has a classic imperial royal feel to it.
"..."
Although the Holy Kingdom was not significantly affected by the extreme cold calamity, it was clear that... the weather was a bit better today, at least it wasn't as cold as before.
Even wearing the same four or five layers of thick clothing would make it feel hot.
After all, in terms of time, if it weren't for the [calamity], it should be summer now... and the temperature should gradually return to what it should be like in summer.
After the extreme cold... it immediately transitions into the normal hot summer.
Leaving aside whether plants and animals can withstand it, and whether the world itself can bear it... at least ordinary people will have a very hard time. Innocent mortals are always more helpless than professionals.
Miriam always felt that he was too sentimental, and he knew that his personality had always been too soft, but... he couldn't help but feel troubled, and he couldn't help but care about mortals.
If it were truly possible for ordinary people to choose a nation in the prime material plane to be born into before reincarnation... setting aside places like the Silvermoon Tree Court where "birth is the pinnacle," the Theocracy might be the best choice.
Because Mylian Miriam is a Virgin Mary... a male Virgin Mary.
He is not the kind of self-righteous hypocrite who does unto others what he would not have them do unto him, nor is he a hypocrite who does good to satisfy his own vanity; he is a truly good person, a fundamentalist.
"well……"
Worried about the future of intelligent life, worried about the future of the world, yet sighing at her own powerlessness, Miriam shook her head and looked at the letter in her hand.
[I am Ira Elkaras, and I am now... extending an invitation to the whole world!]
"..."
Miriam's pupils contracted sharply... Based on his understanding of Ira's personality, he rarely spoke or wrote letters with such an "unquestionable" attitude. Ira may have found a reason why it "had to be this way."
Perhaps it was just a gut feeling, but Miriam felt... it was related to calamity.
Interestingly, before Iraq started writing letters, there had never been a moment like now where nations exchanged intelligence in such an interesting way.
Previously, the only way to send a message to the world was to communicate with the Three Towers. The message had to be verified by the Three Towers to ensure there was no ambiguity and that the message was accurate before it could be spread to the world.
But now, Iraq has taken over the role of the "bridge" and is doing it better.
Realizing this, Milian continued reading...
[The rampaging four-legged monsters, the abnormal cold, and other inevitable future calamities, all destined to become a catastrophe—this is a world-destroying calamity sealed since the age of gods and still unresolved.]
This is a fact—the gods are dead.
"..."
Upon seeing this, Milen suddenly stood up. He recalled all the knowledge and information about the theocracy and looked at the stained glass murals all around him... He looked at the first rays of dawn—what was Ira preparing to do?
I believe everyone who reads this letter will have this question.
But soon, Ira had already given the answer in the letter—
[Regarding the information I have gathered, a follow-up letter will arrive in a while. But what I must say now is—next Sunday, I will summon all kings, emperors, and empresses to the Council of Kings!]
Whether it's an empire, a theocracy, a duchy... or any other great power, or any other nation struggling to withstand calamity, or one already destroyed by it, even if it's just a small country, or even if you're alone, there's no need to question your right to participate in this meeting.
Don't worry about anything, come to the White Tower at noon!
The way to the Tower of Pure White is no secret, but the desire to prevent one's kingdom from being crushed by calamity is the passport for all kings to reach this place... Each king may bring one lieutenant to participate.
"It's fine if you don't want to come; I'll investigate the reasons why you don't want to come afterward."
"..."
"Pfft~"
Milian chuckled softly, muttering to himself, "With them saying that, who would dare not come... Lady Ira, after all, has killed someone outside the realm of reason."
Milian silently grumbled about Ira's wickedness as she continued watching...
We live together in the Prime Material Plane, and our home will not be invaded by something called calamity. Therefore, we need to gather all our intelligence and strength, and offer advice and assistance to all nations struggling to resist calamity.
[Having experienced two catastrophes, everyone reading this letter... perhaps they all feel a sense of powerlessness, lament the fate of the world, and grieve for the life and death of their own nation? Are you afraid? Are you ashamed?]
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