Chapter 627: Good News in Succession and Academic Success in Succession

"In the Great Western Nation, rights and responsibilities are always linked. Since you're willing to take on this great task, you must naturally gain the ability to bear responsibility and fulfill obligations through study, Chelsea. I'm optimistic about you!"

Chelsea was speechless. Still, while gaining power and wealth had certain prerequisites, many people wanted this opportunity but didn't have it. It was just studying—she would study.

"Also, Miss Chelsea, from today on, you must also train in martial arts with us."

After Main said that, Chi Tong walked over and began talking about other matters.

"Ah, I train in martial arts?"

Chelsea pointed at her nose, her expression somewhat incredulous. A soft, weak ordinary girl like her shouldn't have anything to do with martial arts training.

"Yes, it's you."

Chi Tong nodded seriously. His younger sister Hei Tong beside him began to explain: "As high-ranking members of the Assassin Alliance, we often encounter assassinations."

"Of course, most assassinations mean nothing to us, but for you, who just joined us, it would be rather fatal."

Chelsea's eyes widened. Would she also encounter assassinations?

Seeing this, Chikushi took over the conversation and comforted her with one sentence: "Of course, when Broly-sama is in this world, you absolutely won't have any problem with your life safety."

The girl visibly relaxed.

"But Broly-sama won't always stay in this world."

She became nervous again.

"However, we can still send people to continue personally protecting your safety when Broly-sama isn't in this world."

Cornelia's words made Chelsea breathe a sigh of relief again.

"But rather than accepting others' protection, it's better for you to become strong yourself, firmly grasping your own life in your own hands."

"This is for your life safety. You need to train in martial arts with us and strive to become stronger."

Leone was in the courtyard doing daily sparring with Pony, speaking while practicing.

"If you need a strict instructor, I can help. I guarantee I'll train you very thoroughly."

Merad came behind the girl and breathed into her ear, saying.

The future life of an aristocrat could be foreseen, but this path seemed also filled with some risks.

Things like assassinations, for ordinary people, might not be encountered in a lifetime.

But for high-ranking members of the Assassin Alliance, it seemed to be something they were accustomed to.

"Can I now regret becoming Broly-sama's wife?"

Chelsea really wanted to ask that, but...

"Please teach me martial arts, let me become as strong as you!"

Considering that everyone here was an assassin, plus she was reluctant to give up the wealth and honor about to be obtained.

Chelsea was willing to strive hard for this.

The Martial Arts Tournament concluded successfully. Samba-san, who had participated after three years, did not win the championship again. He relied on his hard strength to defeat Will, a Teigu User, but could not defeat Ma Tou, who, due to an unexpected turn of events, had failed to become one of the Rakshasa Four Ghosts.

A blonde girl wearing a hot white bikini outfit, with bandages wrapped around her hands, became the champion of this Martial Arts Tournament.

Of course, if Najenda hadn't forfeited, the champion should have been her. But Najenda had already achieved her purpose for coming to the Great Western Nation. Compared to continuing to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, this female general wanted to form an army to pacify the chaotic world as soon as possible.

Ma Tou, who had picked up a bargain, rejected the olive branches extended by various factions. On the championship's venue, she directly proposed a request to join the Assassin Alliance.

"I, Ma Tou, was previously an Imperial person, but now I want to turn from darkness to light and become a member of the Great Western Nation upholding justice. I want to join the Assassin Alliance. I ask Broly-sama to give me this opportunity."

Encountering this, Broly was also quite baffled.

"Nahashu, what do you think?"

He asked the youth beside him.

"I originally thought she was sent by the Imperial Exile Government, but now it seems she just wants to escape the influence of her former identity and join us..."

Nahashu felt Ma Tou's request to join should have no other purpose. Otherwise, with the identity of First Place in the Martial Arts Tournament, directly requesting to join would be too foolish.

"So, accept or not?"

"If we're to pacify the chaotic world externally, accepting former Imperial people who actively come to join us would be a fairly good choice."

Nahashu pondered for a moment, then gave his reply.

For such reasons, Ma Tou was smoothly accepted into the Assassin Alliance, but soon she was dispatched to the army Najenda was forming.

"If the other side has problems, just take her out."

Although he didn't think Ma Tou was a mole, Nahashu still sent a letter to Esdeath.

"Lady Esdeath, how does the organization arrange for me?"

Ma Tou, who had delivered the letter, stood before Esdeath, her back straight as a ramrod, waiting for her superior's arrangement.

"You are the champion of this Martial Arts Tournament, your strength is not bad. Then be my Personal Guard."

Esdeath froze the letter in her hand, shattered the frozen paper, and arranged a good position for the blonde girl.

Her Personal Guards were not old soldiers hiding in the rear, but rather the Vanguard Army that followed her in charges and stood at the very frontline. Without sufficient strength, one would die the fastest, but with strength, one would often achieve merit the fastest.

"Yes, Lady Esdeath!"

Ma Tou saluted, then ran off to get her military uniform.

From the proposal of intent to pacify the chaotic world externally, to the meeting passing the intent, then to appropriating funds to extract elite soldiers from various City-State Armies to form a new army...

In less than ten days, on the border line bordering the former Imperial central region, an elite corps of eighty thousand was already fully prepared and ready to depart.

The reason it was so fast was related to Esdeath's past organization of the Great Western Territory environment, leading various City-State Armies everywhere to suppress bandits and solve the rebel armies led by the Old Nobility.

Esdeath was the core, and the various City-State Armies were like components distributed as needed, under the jurisdiction of the Assassin Alliance.

After being transferred over, they were very accustomed to gathering into a corps with sufficiently strict discipline according to military rank size.

The Great Western Nation declared war without announcement. An eighty-thousand-strong forced march crossed the border line. In three days, they captured 3 cities, 12 towns, plus several small villages.

The Imperial Exile Government was struck dumb, while the Southern Revolutionary Army rejoiced, believing their own General Najenda had successfully persuaded the Great Western Nation to stand on their side.

But only after the Pacification Army attacked even the regions controlled by the Revolutionary Army did these people realize that the Imperial traitor Najenda had now betrayed the Southern Revolutionary Army, defected to the Great Western Nation, and become a third-party force preparing to settle matters between the two warring sides.

"Najenda, you fickle three-surnamed slave, you won't die a good death!"

A captured Southern Revolutionary Army general cursed such words, pressed down before Najenda.

"My betrayal was not for power, but for the people.

At first, I believed that helping the Southern Revolutionary Army overthrow the imperial regime could change the fate of countless commoners oppressed to death, and bring the people peaceful and happy lives, so I betrayed the Empire.

But after the betrayal, the Revolutionary Army that overthrew the imperial regime did not do what they said; on the contrary, they were doing things similar to the Empire, imposing heavy taxes and extorting the common people at the bottom."

"That is because we have not yet completely eliminated the corrupt imperial regime, and still need military funding to fight; making the commoners suffer a little is only for the final victory……"

"But you don't need to be so urgent; you could completely establish strongholds in the captured cities and proceed steadily and slowly."

"If we take it slow, then the Great Western Nation……"

"Hah, so it seems the only thing some high-ranking members of the Revolutionary Army care about is power and influence; they worry that without immediately capturing Honest and the little emperor, the Great Western Nation might intervene and pluck the fruit of victory."

"Wouldn't they? Isn't your current attack clear proof?"

"But in fact, it is because of me that the Great Western Nation is willing to send troops."

"Najenda, no matter what you say, you cannot cover up the fact that you are a repeated betrayer."

The captured general looked at Esdeath and said, "Your Excellency Ice Queen, will you really trust a betrayer who has betrayed his lord multiple times?"

"Hah, useless tricks of sowing discord; Najenda is only loyal to her own ideals, she only wants to save the common people at the bottom, and on this point, she has never betrayed anyone."

Esdeath revealed a contemptuous smile and looked at Najenda: "Someone like this, just kill them directly."

"I want as few people to die as possible; among the Revolutionary Army, there are also generals who care for the people."

Esdeath sighed, but could only accept the enemy's wish to reduce casualties.

"General Glitter, for you, which is more important—the common people, or power and influence?"

"The common people, but that doesn't mean I will become a turncoat."

"General Glitter, think about it; within the territory of the Empire, who has the ability to quickly end the war? Is it the Imperial Exile Government, overthrown by the Revolutionary Army and having made deals with the Western Nations?"

"Or is it the Southern Revolutionary Army, which also has support from some Western countries behind the scenes, and is still fighting the Imperial Exile Government to a standstill?"

"No, in my opinion, neither side has the ability to quickly end the war, and the Western Nations do not allow us to end the war easily."

"They would rather see a chaotic country than a country with a unified regime; the people of this land will only be tortured by endless war, until the last drop of blood in their bodies is drained."

"Since your stance is for the people, why not join the Great Western Nation, which is easiest to end the war and fears no Western Nations, to bring peace to the people who have suffered greatly from war?"

Glitter: "……"

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to return to the Revolutionary Army headquarters, secretly contact me, and contact those who share the same ideas as you."

Glitter returned, and among those released with him were also Imperial captive generals.

"Lord Riva, are we really going to persuade Imperial generals to defect?"

On the hillside, the youth looked at his senior official and couldn't help but ask.

"Brand, do you want to end the war?"

"Of course."

"Then, what General Najenda said is correct."

"But, the reputation of a traitor."

"Compared to reputation, I still prefer to see a peaceful country."

Because General Budo died in battle, and the capable general Riva, promoted by Minister Honest, was preparing to return with his Hundred-Man Slayer subordinate Brand to stab the exiled Imperial government in the back.

After the Pacification Army set out, good news came one after another, but for Chelsea in the far rear, it was something she had no leisure to care about.

Now, after more than half a month since experiencing a great turning point in life, Chelsea's current daily life mindset was roughly like this:

Morning after waking up: "Hardship in life is only temporary; my future life must be wonderfully beautiful. Cheer up, Chelsea, you can do it!"

After a tiring day: "Waaah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die from exhaustion. When will this kind of dark and sunless life of studying and practicing martial arts ever end? I really want to go back to the past and be a happy little boss selling hamburgers and counting money?!"

The girl hung her head in dejection, sweat had soaked her clothes, and she looked just like someone who had fallen into the water and was just scooped out.

Chelsea, like a walking corpse, walked toward the room.

"You've worked hard, Chelsea; from now on, leave it to me."

After seeing the Saiyan boy waiting for her at the bathroom door, the girl quickened her steps and completely handed her exhausted body over to the boy.

Broly gently carried her into the bathroom, helped her undress, rinsed her body with warm water, and then used exquisite massage techniques to help the girl relieve the day's fatigue.

And at this time every day was when Chelsea was happiest; the physical and mental fatigue was bit by bit brushed away by the boy's fingertips, warm energy flowed into her body, making her feel as if she had returned to her mother's womb.

"Ugh, Broly, my shoulders, you can press a little harder."

"Alright."

Broly's small hand added a bit more strength on the girl's tender shoulders, and Chelsea let out a comfortable sound from her mouth; the Happiness Value that had dropped due to the day's hard school life rose at an extremely fast speed at this time and reached a new high.

"Is this amount of strength okay?"

"Ugh, very okay."

Although Chelsea did not have experiences like Akame and the others, nor did she establish a bond of friendship with Broly, she did establish another bond with the boy—the bond between a Massage Therapist and the one being massaged.

Broly was like her harbor of relaxation; whenever she was tired from work, she could dock here with him and receive physical and mental relief.

On the scrubbing bed woven from vines, not long after, a string of crystal-clear water droplets fell; incontinence was an occasional loss of composure that occurs when one is completely relaxed in body and mind.

Chelsea, from the shyness of the first time to now being accustomed to it, had warm water poured from her back, rinsing her body clean and also rinsing the scrubbing bed clean.

But Chelsea had no intention of climbing up from the bed; she just turned to the side, opened her arms toward the boy, and asked in a somewhat spoiled tone: "Broly-sama, I'm still very tired; can you carry me to the bath?"

When Broly first saw Chelsea like this, he thought he had seen a drunken Shen Qi Fu, but after Main and the others learned by example, he came to a conclusion: that wives who like to act spoiled all like to be carried by him to the bath at this time.

Broly did not refuse Chelsea's request; he lifted the girl off the scrubbing bed, but the difference in their builds made this princess carry look somewhat strange.

And inside the steam-filled bathroom, only he and Chelsea were there now; Akame and the others would only come later.

"Broly-sama, someone is visiting you."

Just as he was in the bath, continuing to help Chelsea rub her body, Mio's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Who is visiting me?"

Broly was somewhat curious.

This time coming to this world, he should have already met everyone he needed to meet.

"It is Bishop Batu Nan of the Saiyan God Religion."

(Chapter End)