After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 299 - 43 Pure Empire

Today’s weather was as bad as ever. Since that day, the weather had not been very good, but this had nothing to do with Isabella, who had locked herself in her bedroom and had not gone out for a whole day.

She knew nothing about this matter, because she was just an empress.

"Your Highness, Isabella, your letter... it was magic paper."

Isabella, who was reading a book in her room, looked at Marilla, who walked in with bloodstains on her body. She glanced at the door that had been pushed open so bluntly... surprisingly, she didn’t even knock.

"Lord Marilla... Royal etiquette... forget it."

She said helplessly, giving up the thought of saying anything further. She took the parchnt, already having so guesses in her mind. She pursed her lips, preparing to accept a scolding from Yila.

After all, it had only been five months, and she had ruined the empire. Moreover, she hadn’t managed General Ulrichla well, leading to the sacrifice of many innocent civilians in the plan.

Isabella was ready to be cursed to death... But, would Yila co back?

[Isabella, today... forget it, to make a long story short, you seem to have found the best ti to clear out the nobles. You spent four months achieving what your father and I had planned for twenty years and couldn’t accomplish.]

To Isabella’s surprise, the beautiful handwriting on the letter, which had been passed down in her family, ca from Yila. There was no hint of bla or disdain, but instead... it was filled with sentints similar to those of an old father.

[You might already be a qualified ruler, Isabella.]

"..."

"The family head seems to have misunderstood sothing."

Looking at the letters, Marilla said.

"..."

Isabella remained silent, staring at Marilla who had spoken. *She wanted to criticize Marilla for her disrespect towards the ruler but decided not to say anything... she felt she didn’t have the authority to speak on such matters now.*

But Yila did indeed seem to have misunderstood, thinking it was her plan. So even if she received Yila’s acknowledgnt, she wasn’t particularly happy. *As a ruler, her pride required her to explain everything clearly... perhaps.*

"Haha... hahaha... what is this... Lord Yila truly..."

Isabella said, laughing and crying while wiping her tears. But the smile at the corner of her mouth wasn’t fake. She said, "It seems I must explain properly... really, how could there be tear powder on the letter? Even Lord Yila is capable of pranks."

As Isabella spoke, she laughed and cried, dipping her feather pen in ink, pausing for a long ti before writing: [The plan to sacrifice civilians was Ulrichla’s idea. I rember the lesson you taught about ’people first.’ I haven’t forgotten.]

Marilla: "..."

Isabella’s defense left Marilla speechless... was it really okay to push all the responsibility onto Ulrichla?

Soon after, Yila responded, and a line of writing slowly appeared on the parchnt, honestly syncing with Yila’s magic paper over there: [Understood, how do you plan to reclaim the territory afterward?]

To be honest, Isabella hadn’t considered this question, so she could only respond honestly—[Not sure, but Lord Ulrichla will consider this matter.]

Then, Yila seed to realize Isabella’s passive situation... *she had been cast aside?!*

[...]

Amidst Yila’s three light ink points, Isabella blinked and exchanged glances with Marilla, then took a deep breath and cautiously wrote on the paper: [Lord Yila, when do you plan to return to the empire?]

"..."

"..."

After a long ti, there was still no movent from Yila’s side... Isabella pursed her lips softly, revealing a look of grievance that was entirely unbefitting of a ruler, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

Even Marilla could only sigh helplessly—*to be honest, Isabella was indeed a very willful ruler, but just as a [king], she did quite well. Moreover, as a [girl], she was genuinely pitiful.*

[...]

[...]

[I won’t return for now, but perhaps we can establish diplomatic relations with the Demon King Territory... once the war between the empire and the duchy concludes, we can start this process. From a macro perspective, it should benefit both nations...]

"..."

Isabella truly had no intention of reading the latter part... because she had heard similar words since childhood. Yet even so, she still felt a sense of closeness, even breaking into a smile amidst tears.

"Haha, that’s the best, right? Lord Marilla?"

Marilla agreed, "Yes."

"Then, end the war within a month! I want everything to conclude in victory!"

Isabella raised her arm high and shouted, her eyes gleaming with the desire for victory, or perhaps... it was the desire for the [conclusion of the war]—*such emotional and unrealistic words, if Yila heard them, she would undoubtedly be lectured again.*

"..."

Marilla: A month... you really are being a bit too optimistic here!

Indeed, such a war wasn’t a re skirmish between territories. This true [war] could foreseeably be... a battle lasting centuries.

Moreover, in the current situation where all nobles had been purged, the empire was already at a disadvantage... fortunately, many noble soldiers were still usable.

To achieve victory, it would likely be arduous and lengthy...

Seeming to realize Marilla’s thoughts, Isabella chuckled softly, standing in the dawn, saying, "The hardest step is always the one from zero to one..."

These words sounded very familiar.

Almost without even thinking, Marilla knew it was sothing Yila had said before... from this point, it seed Isabella might be the most diligent student among Yila’s pupils.

Then Isabella’s subsequent words confird this...

"To favor questionable and frightening things is a symbol of a person’s strength and power, while the opposite denotes weakness... I don’t doubt that we will be stronger than we ever were."

As Isabella spoke, for so reason, at this mont, Marilla felt for the first ti the growth of the ruler. She listened quietly to Isabella’s words.

It seed the weather had improved. The dawn just now was the best proof. Beautiful golden rays filled the bedroom, the gentle sunlight enveloping Isabella like a light shawl...

As if she were wearing a golden robe, or perhaps clad in golden armor... resembling King Yose in her smile, even more so.

"We, pure in our intent, possess a pure will... hence, we are invincible."

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Isabella: So, Lord Yila truly is foolish; *why didn’t he strike sooner and just be done with it?*

Yila: *Little Ulrichla! Don’t walk away!*

Ulrichla (sneaking away): "..."