Artorius Vigo, who had been advocating Nilfgaard, crossed his arms. He was Fringilla's uncle, and he called on the warlocks to take non-resistance measures against Nilfgaard to a certain extent in order to support his niece.

"We are fighting Cintra, but we are only fighting Cintra." Fringilla emphasized, "I know you are prejudiced against Nilfgaard, but everything has changed since our King Emhyr ascended the throne.

We open up trade, invest in research, and everyone in the Northern Kingdom benefits greatly from it.”

Fringilla looked around confidently. The warlocks behind Artorres gave her a friendly smile, and several of the warlocks behind Tissaya lowered their heads. It was obvious that these people had "benefited a lot".

"We in Nilfgaard are tearing down the wall." Fringilla looked at the warlocks on Tissaia's side, "but Queen Calanthe is only building the wall. Do you want to support such a monarch?"

The new emperor of Nilfgaard was indeed extraordinary, and the "great benefits" Fringilla mentioned were not only for the warlocks present, but also for the king they were loyal to. This was one of the reasons why Nilfgaard had not encountered large-scale resistance so far.

Tissaia suddenly asked, "If the Nilfgaard you speak of is so friendly, then why are the warlocks behind you so miserable?

Fringilla, you were once one of my best students, why are you now helping Nilfgaard treat your fellows like slaves?"

Everyone's attention was focused on the sorcerers behind Fringilla, who followed the leading sorceress closely, dressed simply, in stark contrast to all the other sorcerers present.

The headmistress looked at the group of warlocks behind Fringilla and said, "Resisting Nilfgaard is not only for Cintra, but also to protect the way of life of the warlocks, to protect our academy, and to maintain the order we have worked so hard to establish over hundreds of years. These are your Nilfgaard and the things you destroyed."

Fringilla shook her head and said, "Their desolation is only compared to your elegance, Tissaya. Nilfgaard did not destroy the order, but only modified it. All along, only outstanding warlocks were assigned to the kingdom as royal advisers after graduating from the academy, but other warlocks were ignored or even destitute. Look at them, Tissaya. Some of them are your students. After they failed to become royal advisers and left the academy, have you ever taken another look at them?"

She opened her hands and took a step back, letting the sorcerers behind her attract everyone's attention: "We are all from the two magic schools of Aretuza and Ban Rand. The number of you here far exceeds the number of royal advisors of the Northern Kingdom, so you will definitely understand what I say.

We in Nilfgaard simply opened up a different path, and the accusation of slavery is too harsh. In fact, we are trained in the army like warriors, and we have given more sorcerers a broader stage. "

Triss suddenly retorted at this time: "You also violated the taboo rules. You studied demonology, necromancy and fire magic."

Fringilla shook her head. “Forbidden magic is a ghost story that this academy taught us. You didn’t study it at all and just put it aside.”

She actually had something else to say. Every magician of the older generation knew forbidden magic, but the young warlocks didn't learn it after receiving education at the academy. So Triss's accusation against her had no lethality at all. Only a new generation of warlocks like her would care about such things.

Fringilla quickly brushed aside the topic. She exchanged glances with her uncle and felt that what she had said was enough to win the support of the warlocks present and disrupt the secret meeting that the warlocks had organized to resist Nilfgaard:

"I know some people are alarmist and think that Nilfgaard is destroying the continent. But only we know that when we take Cintra, we are saving it from the rule of the foolish Calanthe.

The destruction of this country without magic will also make other kings on the continent realize the importance of magic once again!"

The warlocks in the field were whispering to each other. Many of the warlocks who supported Cintra were shaken, while other young warlocks who were not royal advisors looked at the warlock troops behind Fringilla, seeming to be weighing something in their hearts.

"I have heard enough of this boring debate," Artorius and his niece said in unison. "Cintra should be left to its own devices. Let us take a vote."

"Warlocks who have decided that they want Cintra to remain their self-preserving pride of lioness, please raise your hands."

…

Night, Aretuza's guest room.

In the voting during the day, Cintra was undisputedly abandoned by the warlocks. Not only those warlocks who refused to help Cintra from the beginning, but also several members of the United Party led by Tissaia voted against support.

Fringilla was in a very good mood at the moment. She dismissed the warlock troops she brought with her and asked them to return to Cintra first. She then moved into Aretusa's guest room.

Because according to Emperor Emhyr's order, she needed to contact someone today.

"Nice speech, Fringilla."

A voice suddenly sounded behind her, and the air on the empty sofa suddenly rippled, and a man's figure appeared. At this time, the sofa seemed to remember that there was a person on it, and finally produced a slight deformation feeling of bearing heavy objects.

"It's not polite to suddenly appear in a lady's room. Tissaia will be sad. - Vigfortz."

The warlock who had argued for Cintra in the meeting hall during the day was now drinking tea in the Nilfgaardian warlock's room and he let out a long sigh.

At this moment, he no longer looked like the warrior who was eager to fight when he followed Tissaia during the day. If someone else guessed Viggofortz's age based on his temperament, they would definitely guess his actual age several times higher.

“I really praise you, Fringilla. I wonder how many sorcerers who are living in poverty will be inspired by your words and join Emhyr’s sorcerer army. And how many of them will regret it when they truly experience the kind of life that depends on others for their living.”

Fringilla said coldly: "The status of magic should transcend all differences. That is why I chose to serve Nilfgaard. Those homeless warlocks can at least get a status that matches their abilities in Nilfgaard, but they also need to pay a corresponding price."

Vilgefortz shook his head. He was not serving the Emperor of Nilfgaard, but cooperating with him. He had known Emhyr since he was an exiled prince, and had supported and guided him step by step to become the Emperor who ruled nearly half of the continent today.

He also gained the support of an empire's power and wealth. Now, he is very close to his goal, just one step away.

However, ever since Emhyr proclaimed himself emperor, that imperial aura began to radiate towards him, and he was far less obedient than the former prince in distress.

Fringilla asked, “So, Emhyr sent me to contact you. What’s the news?”

Vigfortz handed over a note: “The King of Cintra disappeared for a while some time ago, and through my contacts I learned that he went to Skellige to seek help - after all, he was once the King of the Isles, and the current King is his brother, so he succeeded.

Now Skellige's reinforcements have set out. This note shows the location where their fleet will pass. I need you to take your troops to stop them."

Fringilla's expression became serious. If Skellige and Cintra united, they might be able to hinder the progress of the Nilfgaardian army.

"Since you already know the news, why don't you solve it together?" Fringilla said dissatisfiedly, "The power of the warlock army is not enough to destroy a fleet. At most, they can create a storm to hinder them."

Vigfortz couldn't help but smile disdainfully, but it quickly disappeared:

"Destroying a fleet may be too much of a task, but delaying them for a little while should be enough, right? This time difference is enough for you to annihilate Cintra's troops and attack their capital.

During this time, I will study with Tissaia and others how to resist the invasion of Nilfgaard. After you destroyed Cintra and attempted to continue your advance, the Warlock Brotherhood will definitely take corresponding measures. As a member of the Wizards' Association, I cannot be absent at this time."

Fringilla sneered, "How many members of the Wizarding Association and the Supreme Council of Warlocks are here today?"

Vigfortz smiled scornfully again and said, "Emhyr has given me another mission. After you capture Princess Cirilla of Cintra, you will continue to lead the troops to occupy the entire territory of Cintra, and I will bring her to Emhyr."

Fringilla frowned, stared into Vigfortz's eyes and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to discuss countermeasures with the Brotherhood?"

Vigfortz explained calmly, “It’s just that I was not available when the fleet passed that place. And Emhyr wanted to get Cirilla as soon as possible. You can’t open a portal at this distance, right?”

Fringilla gave him a suspicious look and nodded in reluctant approval.

Vigfortz then added, "In addition to Cirilla, there is another royal family member named Lann in Cintra, Lann Lannister Rhaanron. You should also capture him. Just consider it as my personal request."

Fringilla refused. “Emhyr did not give me that order.”

After that, she added in a strange manner: "I don't know why you have this weird collection of the royal family of Cintra, but even if I agree, I can't capture Lann of Cintra for you..."

Viggofortz looked at Fringilla with a puzzled look.

"Because Lann of Cintra is dead, dead in Beauclair."

The evening breeze blew, the gauze curtains lifted, and a person appeared silently in the empty space.

Vigfortz returned to his room and watched the ebb and flow of the tide on the coast outside the academy.

His graceful and polite expression gradually faded from his face, and the fierceness and ferocity in his eyes began to burst out little by little:

“…What a waste!”

"Ancient Blood...I should have captured you earlier...if my experiment hadn't been completed yet."

"That means... now only Cirilla is left..."