OBS Chapter 3909 A Turning Point in the World: The Civil War Breaks Out
Chapter 3909 A Turning Point in the World: The Civil War Breaks Out
Chapter 3909 A Turning Point in the World - The Outbreak of the Civil War
The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the dessert after dinner was even more delicious and left a deep impression on Xia De.
Although Margaret and Dorothy were both blonde, their physical appearances differed somewhat. While enjoying dessert, Shad carefully observed these differences. The blush that slowly appeared on the plate as Shad's fingers slid across it was what impressed him most.
Of course, Shad didn't do anything inappropriate at the table. After feeding Margaret her "afternoon tea snacks," Shad carried her inside, leaving only the moonlight illuminating the messy table.
“Shad, I’m ready.”
And so everything fell into place. Soon, the ends of her golden hair drooped down below the edge of the bed, swaying gently. A moment later, as the "plate" was turned over, the ends of her hair returned to the sheets, where Shad caught them and wrapped them around his palm.
That night, the princess of the South finally achieved the same feat as the princess of the North. However, compared to Lacey, who preferred to be a female knight, Margaret was a little more passive; she preferred having her long hair grabbed from behind by Shad.
In short, on this night of the thirtieth of the windy month, in this early spring season, when all things are about to revive, and the animals have indeed reached mating season. The cats of Velendell meowed countless times in the night, and in countless houses after the lights were turned off, mortals attempted to accomplish the greatest miracle of their lives—
Create life.
Margaret wasn't a witch, after all, and she was already feeling quite weak before midnight. But she fared better than Sylvie, whose constitution was slightly different; at least she was still able to be carried to the washroom by Shad, her mind hazy.
"Shad, I'm sorry, I..."
"Please don't say anything more, or I'll feel like my life is no longer some epic of the Sixth Age, but an illegal book written by someone."
"Shutter," Margaret said, her eyes slightly misty, as she gently wrapped her arms around his neck.
"The teachers are right, it's not enough for just one person. When the opportunity arises, I want to go with Lacey. Since the establishment of the Old World, no one has ever achieved such a feat~ Should I call Lacey 'older sister' from now on? But I dare not call the teachers 'older sister,' but I can call them by their names directly."
From now on, we'll be real family. Also, the teachers were absolutely right. It's amazing. I'm already regretting missing so many opportunities. It's all Teacher Sylvia's fault; otherwise, I could have moved up three months.
She seemed to be in a good mood, so Shad smiled and said:
"You can think about what to call me when you wake up tomorrow. I'll help you clean up, and then we'll go to rest."
Shower systems familiar to outsiders already existed in this era—mechanical shower systems—but only aristocratic households would install them. Elevated tanks and zipper mechanisms, paired with exquisite brass fittings, polished copper pipes, and other decorative elements, bore a very distinct characteristic of the steam age.
As Shad spoke, he pulled the chain on the water tank, and Margaret watched him with pursed lips in the "rain":
"Shad, it's so good to have met you."
"What did you say?"
I said, "I'll sit on the little stool and you can wash my hair for me."
"Okay."
"I'll help you wash it too."
(Mia is running.)
It rained all day yesterday in Willendale, and although the rain stopped falling early Tuesday morning, the weather remained gloomy, and dark clouds were clearly brewing another spring rain.
At the dock on the island in the middle of the Dorne River, a black and gold vortex unfolded amidst the sound of shattering glass, and then Sylvia emerged from the portal.
The small dock was damp, and Sylvia hurried along the pebbled path towards the building in the center of the island. Passing the garden, the black-haired witch glanced inside and, sure enough, saw the utterly ruined dining table:
"That was intense. They couldn't have really been here yesterday, could they?"
Sylvia was slightly worried about her student. With Margaret's small frame, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long, after all, Shad's life had changed so much after the Battle of Destiny.
She knew the two must be in the bedroom on the top floor. It was seven in the morning. Sylvia thought they were still sleeping, but when she got to the bedroom door, she heard voices.
The witch listened curiously for a few moments and discovered that it was her student asking Shad to say some cheesy love words. To prevent them from "practicing" later, Sylvia smiled and knocked on the door, only opening it and going in after hearing Margaret's startled cry.
Good morning, Shad, Margaret.
"Teacher~ How did you get in here?"
Margaret, who had been held in Shad's arms, quickly shrank back into the covers. Sylvia looked around the room:
"This is my house. Is it not normal for me to come in? Besides, you two have made such a mess of the garden, with clothes scattered everywhere, and you're still not up in the morning. Isn't that a bit much?"
She asked with a smile, waving her hand to open the window and let the morning air in. It wasn't that she disliked the smell; she just wanted to wake herself up.
"Good morning, Sylvia. Has something happened?"
Shad immediately asked, knowing that Sylvia would never appear at this time unless it was something important; she actually cared a lot for Margaret.
Sylvia nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. She glanced at Margaret, who was almost completely hidden under the covers, and was somewhat disappointed to find that Margaret had not advanced to the next level because of last night.
The witch said:
"Yes, something happened—the two countries declared war, and war broke out."
"what?"
Margaret immediately crawled out of the covers, but quickly covered her neck and below again, though Sylvia could still see a very obvious red mark.
"Teacher, when did the war break out?"
She asked, her face slightly flushed, noticing Sylvia's gaze.
The witch replied:
"Judging by the time, it was about an hour ago. I just received the news myself; His Excellency the Speaker called a meeting specifically for everyone. According to Galina, the situation in the Pantanal Swamp has taken a major turn. The Duchy of Set in the north has had its lines broken through by the Duchy of Milson in the south, and the army of the Duchy of Set has suffered a complete rout."
This happened last night. After receiving intelligence, Larousse III mobilized troops from around the Pantanal to the interior of the swamp region to prevent the army of the Duchy of Milson from invading the entire Duchy of Set. As a result, the northern brigades were completely annihilated, so Larousse III proactively declared war on the south.
Before Shad could speak, Margaret asked in even greater surprise:
"The Duchy of Milson was able to wipe out the border forces of Delareon in such a well-organized manner? I know the situation of the two duchies very well. Where did they get such a powerful army? And even if they were capable of doing so, how did the Duchy of Milson dare to do it?"
In this era, many principalities existed between the two great kingdoms. Even if they were clearly dependent on one side, they would never dare to completely offend the other.
Sylvia answered this question:
"What I just said was only preliminary intelligence. The actual situation is that the Duchy of Set and the Duchy of Milson joined forces to eliminate the border troops that Delareon sent to support the swamp region."
"what?"
Margaret felt as if she had slept for months, not just one night. The blanket slipped down again, but she didn't bother to pull it back up.
Shad's gaze was momentarily drawn to Margaret, then he remembered something else:
"Wait a minute, could it be that something has happened within the Duchy of Set?"
Sylvia nodded:
"Yes, the details are not yet clear, but it seems that Grand Duke Seth's lover, Virgil Cameron, assassinated the Grand Duke, then concealed the news of the Grand Duke's death with the Grand Duke's son, and secretly sided with Carsenrick."
The specifics are unclear to Delariond, but it's rumored to be related to a political scandal within the duchy and the Grand Duke's rivalry with his son over a male lover.
Sylvia's words completely confirmed Shad's conjecture: during the Great City tournament in 1853, Virgil Cameron was the player who competed with Shad for the championship. And during the tournament, Director Anlos had given Shad the task of keeping a close eye on the Grand Duke of Set's lover and courtier. (Chapter 561)
MI6 suspected at the time that Grand Duke Seth was intentionally making contact with Cassenrick. Little did they know that two years later, their suspicions would be realized in this way.
"Grand Duke Set has probably been dead for at least a month, otherwise the army of the Duchy of Set wouldn't have cooperated so well with the army of the Duchy of Milson last night. Margaret, your father has accepted the challenge from the North. Pack your things and return to Cold Spring Palace as soon as possible. You'll probably be busy for a while."
"Okay, teacher, I'll wash up and then go with you."
Margaret grabbed a blanket from the side, kissed Shad with concern, then wrapped herself in the blanket and hurried to the bathroom. Although she had been injured last night, Shad had already treated her, so walking wasn't difficult for her.
"Shad, she looked quite good last night. Our princess from the South is no less impressive than those from the North, is she?"
Sylvia laughed again.
“Margaret is wonderful. If it weren’t for this incident, I would have liked to spend another day with her.”
Shad sighed:
"Although I knew war was coming soon, it's really dramatic to start like this. My superior, Director Anlos, is probably in big trouble. It's unbelievable that MI6 failed to find out about such a big thing in the Duchy of Set. In addition, the king and queen were assassinated one after another recently. I hope Director Anlos is lucky."
Sylvia didn't seem to care much about this:
"Didn't you tell us a long time ago that war is the norm in the world, so we should cherish every moment of peace? Now, as expected, war has begun. Shad, what are you going to do?"