Chapter 1232: NO.136: Prince Regent: I am in key politics (1k monthly ticket bonus)

NO. 136: Prince Regent: I am in key politics (1k monthly ticket bonus)

As a clan leader, even if only half a leader, Tresis, who once served as Kazdel's Prince Regent, has always deemed his fate ill-fated, far removed from the peaceful, joyful troubles of everyday life.

Aomo Lindun once lent him his monster card, which made him feel for a time that fate had retargeted him.

At the end of hell, half sinking, half advancing, seeking his ideal amidst distortion, he witnessed the conclusion, offered applause, and reshaped destruction and creation—when he truly dwelt within that ferocious, malicious dragon form, he genuinely felt that duty.

The core information condensed in the Aberrant Bahamut card is its more aberrant and demonic twisted form compared to ordinary Bahamut, fulfilling the unchanging heavenly mandate; it is also the intangible shackle one inevitably feels when activating, contacting, or becoming it.

For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a restraint.

The higher the compatibility, the clearer one sees the shackle's form and pattern, and the more, in every moment of wielding its power, it feels as if one is within the hell sculpted by the card, every word and deed as if pulled by myriad spirits, bearing a resistance of a thousand jun.

Yet for all this, Tresis felt only familiarity.

So familiar it was like reviewing the past from another angle, even to some extent foreshadowing the future.

No, it's not the same…… Tresis understood in his heart that the feeling of fate retargeting him was ultimately an illusion.

By now I am no longer in Kazdel; the new homeland of the Sarkaz/rootless peoples has been prepared after arduous negotiations, together with the 'Reunion'/homelanders, this ancient Kazdel ethnic old name is being considered for revival, and all these changes stem from having contacted this world.

Theresia's overly idealistic dream found concrete fertile ground in the Holy Terra Federation, shifting from an unseen possibility of fantasy to being filled with evidential proof……

Those who doubt life due to the span and turns of fate are obviously not limited to Friston alone.

The more tumultuous and wandering one's experiences, the harder it is to accept the present reality, but as a superior and a qualified leader, both he and Theresia must recognize the current reality.

One person, one clan, one Terra.

At present, having exhausted all turns of fate, the mobile game called Arknights, and the card named Aberrant Bahamut it reflects, are merely another unforgettable possibility, closer to past simulations.

Like an inescapable curse, a piece of advice hard to ignore, yet it is also a suffering linked to past sensations.

He can clearly realize this, and inevitably turns his gaze toward his sister.

Most Rhodes Island staff would think this Iron-blooded Prince Regent of theirs would find reality hardest to accept, constantly recalling past suffering, surely always thinking of the so-called 'demanding repayment from all races for what they owe the Sarkaz,' hence they always wear a p-face.

By contrast, Princess Theresia is truly an angel in the sense of praise, constantly devoted to advancing peaceful coexistence, always wearing a gentle, dignified smile; she is absolutely the most able to accept and accustomed to the current environment.

But actually?

When he directed his gaze at her, and she seemed to notice and look back, the moment their eyes met, she waved, prompting him to sigh and walk over.

"What is it?" he asked softly, glancing at the black-haired woman standing not far from the doctor.

Prases, a woman with deep ties to Doctor Loxia, in the segment of contacting Terra on Terra, asserted the most radical stance among another pre-civilization data lifeform.

Rhodes Island's company AI. PRTS is precisely part of her outward manifestation, and it is clear she harbors blatant hostility toward Theresia.

This hostility is not entirely because Theresia solved part of the pre-civilization plan's crystallization; therefore, when Tresis recently observed Aomo Lindun's situation, he inevitably glanced toward Doctor Loxia.

"Do you still remember Nasty's sky‑city project?" Theresia asked back in the same low voice.

"Of course," Tresis still recalled how hard it was to obtain the air‑space construction permit that let him visit repeatedly and clear the joints, "I still remember I allocated her a lot of funds."

"The research on eliminating demons must make way for the sky‑city project, because the current revision process requires massive funds."

"?" Tresis glanced again at that woman.

"Are you not just messing around?"

"It's reasoned and evidenced, but even if refused it wouldn't hinder the chance of success…… it would merely require more trial‑and‑error, consuming more time." Theresia said, then glanced at a distant old man in white hair and black clothes.

"So Mr. Fremont voted against it, and I did too."

Eliminating demons is a Terra‑wide matter, but the new homeland, a Kazdel flying in the sky, is the collective demand of all Sarkaz to reclaim the name Reunion.

Not only for the future, but also concerning the persistent pursuit of past years; yet having waited so long, it's not that missing it would prevent its return—only Tresis, who is especially confident in the present environment, unconsciously thinks it's not worth fighting over such day‑to‑day matters.

Eliminating Terra's hidden dangers should be more important—looking at her gaze, he seemed to face again the phantom displayed by Aberrant Bahamut, inevitably sighing: 'Then let's oppose it.'

Clinging to the past is certainly not wrong, but yielding too easily to the clan's demands actually means being corroded by this overly lax reality.

The two siblings have always been pushed by the times and public opinion; in the difficult war years, the brother always acted as the radical, taking in all the clansmen she could not gather.

But now, in this peaceful age that looks like a promised land no matter how you view it, it is the sister who firmly makes decisions, while the brother merely supports hers.

Seemingly opposite, in fact nothing has changed.

So after hearing his words, the sister would nod blandly, but then immediately ask: 'By the way, Xiao Man said, was it you who decided to send Ursula and Emangard to pick up those girls?'

"... Yeah," the vague reference "those girls" made Tresis react a little, "What's up?"

"Such a decision…… gives the feeling that you are being replaced."

"?" Even as siblings, being questioned like this about emotional intelligence, Big Te Teacher inevitably felt displeased: "Letting women receive a group of women—what's the problem?"

Xiao Te, who understands his logic, couldn't help but press his forehead: '…I sometimes also worry that my brother might end up alone for life.'

"I worry more about the possibility of being addled by desire," Big Te Teacher said coldly, impervious to persuasion, glancing at Prases and the doctor, then at Theresia now: "When this battle yields a result, will I have to plan for the future succession of that chimera girl?"

"Amiya would make a fine successor, but the time hasn't come yet."

"At least we need to set the development foundation," Tresis said coldly, "whether here or there, Kazdel's future cannot tolerate losses from personal oversights."

"Now you're reverting to your original self—is this the change brought by Mr. Aomo?"

"It's that card…… I wanted to say that, but thinking it over, he has so many monster cards, yet he alone chose that one for me to try……"

"His eyesight is very special," Theresia said softly, "I've been wondering these past days what kind of environment shaped him."

"Our understanding of this world is still incomplete; this society, or rather many contradictions of the peaceful era, are not on the surface."

"This is exactly the experience we need, isn't it?" Teleisisi said calmly. "Kazidaier has never had a chance for normal development up to now, let alone facing the difficulties in this process."

Hmm.