At the age of sixteen, he became the strongest light mage on the continent.
This fact once made Priscilla extremely jealous, as she could not receive personal instruction in magic from her father.
However, it cannot be denied that Priscilla could indeed sense the aura of a hegemon from Van Rexor. He was exceptionally capable, possessed rich strategic knowledge, and could maneuver against her father on the chessboard and among the black and white pieces. Perhaps these were all shadows of her so-called father.
"In just one night, the master eliminated the royal army commander, Sedila, who refused to obey the royal knights and had long harbored rebellious intentions, and made the royal army submit and annex it under the royal knights' banner."
Meanwhile, our master dispatched our commander-in-chief's legion to sweep across the small border countries—it is worth noting that the power of our undead legion is inexhaustible, and our soldiers have no concept of death!
Even if they become corpses, they will stand up and continue fighting!
Haha! It's precisely because our master values our abilities that he's making good use of us! Isn't making good use of talented people the best demonstration of a king's ability?
If one were not a king of equal inner and outer strength, could one have swept through dozens of small kingdoms in such a short time and accomplished such a great feat for the Kingdom of Valentino? Isn't this precisely the level of strength that the late king envisioned his successor should reach?
Priscilla stared intently at the night elf, who was ecstatically praising her master's achievements. After a moment's thought, she agreed, "I agree with your opinion. Van is indeed a powerful figure who is approaching the level of my father."
"Princess, shouldn't you follow such a master closely?"
The night elf looked away, thought for a moment, and continued, "You are now following the Silver Knights and Elphons. Princess, please think carefully about what they are doing. While my master is busy day and night expanding the kingdom's territory and replenishing the army, what are the Silver Knights and Elphons doing? What have they done since they regained their past honors in the southern campaign?"
Priscilla answered sincerely, “They’ve just been marching, marching, and marching north to guard the frontier. Since returning from the southern campaign, they haven’t made much of a move. As for those minor skirmishes to reclaim lost territory, they’re hardly worth mentioning.”
The night elf laughed, "Princess, your answer is already very clear!"
"But... Alphonse, he..."
"Everything my master does is to consolidate the kingdom's power, to ensure the kingdom's prosperity lasts forever."
He wanted to bring all the small countries on the planet under Valentino's control, and for all of them to support one king.
This planet is called Valentino!
Isn't this what the princess wished for?
The master skillfully utilizes every available "means" and absorbs every controllable "power"—isn't this the hallmark of a true king?
Power... strength... prosperity... Priscilla was also filled with emotion. Even as a woman, she longed for her homeland to prosper and last long.
These are not thoughts that an ordinary woman could have, nor are they wishes and expectations that they are qualified to pursue.
Priscilla had also wondered why she was so different from them. As she grew older, she gradually realized that it must be due to her royal bloodline.
Men with royal blood are qualified to become strongmen and kings;
Women with royal blood may not become kings, but it is precisely because of this that they have a strong desire to become strong and kings.
This is a shared destiny predetermined by the genes in the royal bloodline, one that cannot be abandoned or denied.
"You're right. It seems that in addition to his outstanding leadership skills, Fan is also quite adept at teaching his subordinates."
"Thank you so much for the compliment, Princess." The night elf was not pleased by the princess's praise, but by the princess's recognition of her master's strength.
"Even if you pick any one of Van's great achievements, neither Silver nor Alphonse can compare to him."
Priscilla revealed her true thoughts to the night elf, because it was a fact she could not deny.
"The princess must have thought so too at some point: Alphonse is a coward. 'Birds of a feather flock together,' that's why he's with those cowards of the Falcon Knights. The princess also knows that the Falcon—that is, the Silver Knights—has many deserters."
“I do think so, but—” Priscilla said, as the wind around her intensified.
Despite Alphonse's shortcomings and flaws, which are typical of the weak, she firmly believed that "he could become stronger than anyone else."
The night elf turned his eyes away, a cold sneer playing on his lips.
Seeing the other party's scoff, Priscilla continued to argue, "My father once told me that when he was considering the heir to the kingdom, he struggled to choose between Elfons and Vanrexor..."
"Just as I thought!" The night elf interrupted rudely once again.
"What?"
The night elves were now dismissive of Priscilla's idea, completely rejecting it.
He then realized his rudeness and explained, "It is time to tell the princess the cruel truth. My master has repeatedly warned me not to tell the princess unless absolutely necessary."
Priscilla was equally dismissive, though inwardly she felt a little uneasy, but her words remained defiant: "That depends on whether you can convince me!"
"I am powerless to persuade the princess of her thoughts. I only wish that she would see something..." The night elf took out a secret letter from his bosom, sealed with a lion's head seal.
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