Fringilla Vigo's voice slowly flowed out from the light curtain in front of her.

Things haven't been going well for Nilfgaard lately—or rather, things haven't been going well for Emhyr var Emreis lately.

It was true that he was the supreme emperor of the Black Sun Empire. He personally expanded Nilfgaard from a province to a country that now dominated the entire south, and expanded the empire's military system to the most horrifying level in human history.

A militaristic behemoth can cause fear in all kingdoms of this era, big and small, because it will continue to devour the surrounding forces to grow stronger and will never be full.

But when the momentum of such a country's outward expansion is curbed - everything doesn't look so rosy anymore.

“There are many voices in the empire right now,” Fringilla reported. “The nobles have long been tired of war, and they cannot accept an activity that increases Emhyr’s prestige while bringing them little profit. Among them, Duke Joachim de Witte, whom you specially released from the battlefield, has the greatest influence.”

“The lower-level soldiers had tasted the sweetness of being rewarded for their achievements in battle, and they defended Emhyr for a while. But when they realized that the Empire had no intention of starting another war in the short term, they began to complain about Emhyr.”

"And in recent years, the newly conquered kingdoms have also been restless, and there are always local rebellions being set off."

"Most importantly, Marshal Menno also died on the battlefield. This greatly reduced Emhyr's control over the army, and also made other forces that were originally closely attached to him have other ideas."

Fringilla looked up and concluded, “Emhyr is in a state of panic.”

Lann leaned back in his chair, tapping his knuckles on the armrest, thinking for a moment.

Just as he expected.

Emhyr's personal ability is indeed rare in history, his rise was too fast, and his personal prestige was too strong. But because of this, he has exaggerated confidence in himself, believing that as long as he keeps winning, he can use his prestige to suppress everything.

Maybe it was because he wandered outside for too long with a curse when he was young, resulting in a lack of education. All Emhyr could think about was how to fight wars, but he never thought about how to get along well with the old nobles in the country.

In the original history, he violated the royal tradition and refused to marry the old nobles in the country. Instead, he turned around and wanted to marry Ciri, the "wild girl from the north", and almost started a rebellion among the upper class of the empire.

In the game plot several years later, if the player helps Radovid V or Dijkstra to unify the North, Emhyr, who is blocked on the battlefield again, will die directly in a coup launched by domestic opposition forces.

He looks quite similar to a certain Roman emperor in Lann’s previous life—Elixir Roman is shedding tears.

Lan thought for a moment and asked Fringilla, "What role did you play in this?"

"I also returned home after the defeat. Now people like me and Duke Vitte have formed a separate faction to prevent Emhyr from being liquidated after the war."

Lane laughed. “So you are one of the leaders of Emhyr’s opposition?”

Fringilla nodded: "My uncle also played a big role in this."

The Vigo family, to which Fringilla belongs, is one of the few warlock families that has inherited the warlock tradition. Her uncle, Artorios Vigo, is even comparable to the top warlocks of the level of Tissaia in the North.

He still has a lot of say within the empire.

"What should I do next, Lord Lannister?" Fringilla lowered her head.

Lan thought for a moment and asked, "You said that the lower-level soldiers are eager for war?"

Fringilla nodded and said, "But because the Third Legion and the Fourth Cavalry Regiment were completely wiped out, the Empire's elite troops were left without even a seed. That's why Emhyr has been hesitating, and I have repeatedly advised him not to start a war..."

“Why stop it?”

Fringilla was stunned.

"If there is unrest in the country, why not use war to divert internal conflicts? Isn't that a good idea?" Lann smiled gently.

Fringilla pondered over this sentence and found it to make sense.

But this shouldn't be what the Duke of the North said!

You are the Duke of the North! How can you encourage the Emperor of the South to start a war?

unless……

"That's right." Lann seemed to see what Fringilla was thinking and said first, "I also need a war, a war with the southerners."

Fringilla asked tentatively: "In order to... divert internal conflicts?"

Lann did not answer this question, but continued: "So next I will ask you to facilitate this matter. It would be best if we can start this war next year or the year after."

Fringilla realized that she had been talking too much and quickly lowered her head: "Yes."

Lane began to tap the back of the chair again, and his mind was flashing with thoughts as he began to assess the various forces at hand.

How long will it take for a demon hunter apprentice to be able to take the Green Grass Trial? How long will it take for a griffin to grow up? The integration of Saskia's independent kingdom? The unicorn from another world...

He suddenly asked, "How is the development of Nilfgaard's magical power going?"

Fringilla was stunned. Fortunately, she had memorized this information long ago, and she herself was now even one of the leaders of the empire's magic side.

"Currently, several senior warlocks are researching new combat methods for warlock troops and the direction of soldier training, and developing new tactics."

Fringilla's tone fluctuated: "It's just that there are not many high-level warlocks in the empire now. Even if there are, they have all fled to remote areas and are unwilling to become team leaders..."

Lann laughed and said, "Ignore those high-level warlocks and train as many high-level warlock soldiers as possible. Can we do it?"

Fringilla was stunned again.

This Duke of the Northern Territory wants the South to launch another war of aggression against the North, and the next moment he wants to replenish the empire's magical reserve power. What is he thinking?

But she could only respond: "Yes."

Lan nodded with satisfaction. "Also, I have a few letters to give to the dwarf banker over there. I'll use teleportation magic to send them to you later. Remember to pass them on."

"yes."

…

The Southern Empire was in turmoil and undercurrents.

The North has not been peaceful during this period.

Cintra, the royal capital.

Next to the teleportation array.

More than a hundred royal guards, led by the Lion Guard House himself, formed a solid steel fence, separating this place from the outside.

But this still couldn't stop the curiosity of the people of Cintra. Circles of citizens gathered around the teleportation array, watching the elegant men and women coming out one after another, and talking about the situation.

"Look, look, another one!" someone exclaimed. It looked like a bard in costume. "I recognize this emblem! The cross on the grass - it's Brugge! The kingdom on the other side of the Brokilon Forest!"

Someone sighed: "How many kings have there been in these days? There must be 20?"

Another man chimed in, "I've seen more kings now than barons. Is it true that the Lord of Lannister is the only one in the North who has brought them all together?"

This person's words aroused a wave of approval, and immediately many people echoed him.

"Only the Lord Lannister!"

"Praise the Lion of Cintra!"

They cheered among themselves, completely ignoring the livid face of the king who had just stepped out of the teleportation array.

They continued to discuss: "How many kings will come in the end? Will there be fifty?"

"Is your brain infected with a plague? Where do all these kingdoms come from in the North? I think there are only thirty at most!"

"Thirty... That's a lot, with so many kingdoms..."

…

Yes, so many kingdoms.

House looked at the king who walked out of the teleportation array and adjusted the lion-headed sword at his waist.

There are too many of these kingdoms.

He strode forward and saluted the new king. "Your Majesty Wenslav, I am House of Cintra. Please follow me. My soldiers will escort you to the meeting with your troops."

King Wenslav glanced at the emblem on House's body and looked unhappy.

"Knight... you are qualified to protect me. But are all of you Cintrians like this?"

He looked at the Cintra people not far away, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed.

"That's the people welcoming Your Majesties who have come from afar." House's expression couldn't be seen because he was wearing a helmet, but the corners of his covered mouth still curled up into a smile out of habit.

If Ace saw it, he would definitely exclaim that this smile was 70% similar to the Lord Lannister's.

"And His Majesty Foltestai has already arrived. He missed you very much and specifically asked me to take you there as soon as possible."

King Wenslav stopped talking immediately. Brug was a vassal state of Temeria.

He left in a hurry. After him, more kings were taken to the palace.

Ens is busy almost around the clock, serving all the kings of the North at the same time. This is the biggest challenge in the old butler's life.

Lann walked in the side hall that had been converted into a conference room, looking at the people sitting around the round table in front of him with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

The one closest to him was naturally Easter of Skellige. The King of the Isles had been wandering around the Cintra Palace for a long time and had just sat back down, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Next to Ester was the newly crowned King Radovid V of Redania. The young king was not very close to Lann and Ester, but standing behind him was his current teacher, Archon Shapet of Novigrad.

Next came Queen Myvi of the united kingdoms of Lyria and Rivia, and next to her was Demaevi of Aedirn.

Foltestai chose a position that was neither close nor far from Lann. A large number of other kings gathered around him, including the Kingdom of Brugge, the Duchy of Elland, the Principality of Maribor, Lower Soden, etc.

Only Elder Brovar Hogg of Mahakam ran to a position relatively close to Lann. But even so, in terms of numbers, Foltste was the largest force around the round table at the moment.

Temeria has the most vassal states.

In addition, there are other kings that Lann does not have much contact with.

The big ones include Kovir and Povis, and the small ones include the Principality of Atli, the Kingdom of Cidaris, the Hengfors Alliance, etc...

At this moment, they looked at Lann with more or less curiosity, friendliness, rejection, or vigilance.

But at this moment, the most eye-catching person in the hall was still not Lann, but the two women who were resting with their eyes closed at the other end of the room.

The Dryad Queen Esna and the Kaedwen Virgin Saskia appeared for the first time before the rulers of the northern countries.

…

When the last king entered, Ciri looked at Lann with a sullen face.

Lann nodded slightly in affirmation, and the lioness of Cintra stood up and raised the wine glass in front of her.

"Your Majesties, Your Excellencies, first of all, Cintra is honored to invite you all to gather here today. Some of you may know me, and some may not - I am Cirilla Fiona Iren Rayanlun."

“No matter how many people accept or reject today’s topic, no matter how happy or sad those who leave are; before all this begins—” Ciri raised her arms, “Please let us drink this cup to the full!”

Easter was the first to stand up with a smile, followed by Shapet and Radovid V, Queen Mivi, King Demawi, Queen Aisna, Saskia, and the dwarf elder Brovar.

The kings looked at Foltestai with hidden eyes, but they did not expect that this man who had a stern face since entering the meeting room had actually responded by raising his glass above his head.

So, the congratulations were returned indoors.

Ciri's cheeks flushed slightly, she sat down and tilted her face to look at Lan.

As the queen, she was only responsible for the opening tonight. She had said everything that needed to be said, and now it was the lion's time.

Lan also put down his glass, took a step forward, and took all the attention directed at Ciri.

"I know that Xintra's invitation to you was offensive. I would like to apologize to you in advance."

Lann's expression was grim: "And there is only one reason why I did this unwise thing - Nilfgaard!"

"This empire entrenched in the south carried out an unprecedented massacre in Cintra two years ago, and later almost put the kingdoms of Queen Mevi and His Majesty Demawi in the same danger as mine."

"With the joint efforts of many parties, we drove out the Black Sun Empire, but we didn't expect that they still had evil intentions towards the North."

Lann pointed at King Fortestai and said, "Not long ago, they instigated Vigfortz, a famous sorcerer in the North, to lead a large number of troops to invade the island of Temeria, and disintegrated our Brotherhood of Warlocks."

"On the same day, assassins were sent to kill King Vizimir II of Redania - may he rest in peace."

Radovid V, who was pointed at by Lann, was stunned and looked confused.

The young king, who had just ascended the throne, did not seem to be listening to what Lann was saying, so Shapet gently placed his palm on his shoulder.

…

The kings discussed the matter as Lann told the story; they naturally knew about the shocking news.

When the Empire invaded at the beginning, no one paid any attention to them because Cintra was at the forefront, and there were several other big countries.

But when the Empire began to send assassins frequently, they all panicked and realized that the problem must be solved.

After all, even Vizimir II could die by a dagger. Apart from Cintra, is there any other leader in the entire North that Nilfgaard cannot assassinate?

“It’s so much more than that.”

Lann looked at the chaotic kings and did not wait slowly for their conversation to stop, but suddenly raised his voice.

"Not long ago! My spies in Nilfgaard sent me news!" Lann's voice suppressed everything in an instant, like a lion's roar, "Nilfgaard is planning to launch a war against the North again!"

"Along with them, there will also be a large number of assassins, spies, and magic soldiers!"

The kings' figures were quiet for a moment, and then suddenly exploded as if a bomb was thrown into the air.

Many kings simply threw away the wine glasses in their hands. Some of them angrily denounced the empire's actions, some were unwilling to believe it, and some collapsed in their seats in fear just thinking about it.

The worst case was Lower Soden, which now only had half of its country left. He immediately looked at King Foltestai with a look of help. They were discussing becoming a vassal state and receiving asylum.

However, he noticed that all the leaders of the great powers were looking at the Lord Lannister from beginning to end.

As a result, the kings' discussion gradually quieted down, and for the second time since the meeting began, everyone's eyes were focused on Lann, staring at him intently.

"Lord Lannister, what will Cintra do, what will you do, and what should we... do?"

Lan smiled.

He raised his hands.

"We unite!"