The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 1052 - 537

Chapter 1052: 537

Inside the Imperial Quarters of Fort Regen, the Electors sent representatives to celebrate their victory with Ivita.

Unexpectedly, when half a month later, the Holy Empire once again assembled an army of three hundred thousand to confront the Frankish people, what they faced was not a tough battle, but a very easy victory.

The war still took place in Fort Regen.

The two sides combined had six hundred thousand troops, nearly all of them professionals, with dozens of Law Knight Regiments, among which unknown numbers of eerie Witches and strange Magical Creatures from the Magic Black Forest were present.

Ivita did not take part in the battle herself but let the King of the Ancient Tomb and the Hearthstone Witch lead the troops of the lords, along with Wilson, to fight against Louis XI. However, the opposing side, full of confidence, collapsed at once.

The cause was that the lords on Ivita’s side seemed to have bribed the generals of the left-wing Knight troops of the enemy. The combined forces of the Holy Empire broke through the left flank of the Frankish army, splitting their forces in two and then, under the United Magic of the two Witch Queens, a great number of the Frankish troops were manipulated like marionettes, backstabbing their own people.

This led to the defeat of the Frankish troops that had penetrated deep into the Empire.

The Frankish people retreated rapidly.

Leaving behind chaos.

The Holy Empire, too, was unable to expand on their victory because the lords did not cooperate with each other, leading to internal consumption.

They missed the perfect opportunity to capitalize on their triumph.

Within the palace, faced with the congratulations of the Electors and their representatives, Ivita merely responded with a few perfunctory words.

The Electors, on the other hand, were repeatedly observing Ivita’s expressions, trying to discern the Emperor’s preferences. Their visit was for more than just celebration; it wasn’t for the Frankish people or the Black Death that they came, but to ensure their future interests within the Empire.

The Archbishop of Mainz said, "Now that the crisis has been resolved, we must ask the Emperor to acknowledge our individual interests. Oyo III had promised us some royal territories during his lifetime, and now that he..."

Ivita tapped on the table. "The crisis has been resolved? How come I was not aware of that, or are you all simply too old and confused. This defeat of the Frankish people was not as severe as the Empire’s last defeat."

"The battlefield is within the Empire’s territory, the number of deaths is greater for the Empire, and the Frankish people could launch a third attack on the Empire at any time. Currently, it’s merely one victory each."

"The war is not yet won. You all want territories, fine, the Frankish people also have a large amount of illegally occupied territories, and if we win the war, I will consider distributing the territories you rightfully deserve."

The Electors were at a loss for words.

Faced with the Emperor who had secured a victory in war, they all found Ivita’s spine too sharp, feeling it inappropriate to confront her directly.

At this very moment, the Duke of Heart Knight, a great noble of the Saxon Empire and subordinate of the Red Queen, as well as the Regent of Potzstan, were simultaneously shrouded in red and black mist.

Ivita’s expression changed slightly.

The two Witch Queens must have used a method akin to the divine descent of saints, utilizing the bodies of their loyal subjects as vessels for their arrival.

The head of the Duke of Heart Knight suddenly deformed, and the voice of a crazed woman emitted from his mouth. "Ivita Alsace, you this youngster, are also capable of presiding over the Empire’s affairs!"

"I suggest you cede authority to me."

"Only I can help you rule the Empire."

Ivita’s expression remained unchanged, facing the Red Queen, she herself no longer feared the Witch Queens. "Oh, but I am the Emperor, and you are but an Elector, you can only listen to me."

"No matter the difference in generations between us. Even if you were at your peak and I was not yet born, now you can only obey my orders. Red Queen... no, I should call you Miss Elizabeth."

The Red Queen, seemingly accustomed to days of adulation, became furious immediately. "Guards, someone come and kill him!"

"You dare to address me by my true name. Are you looking down upon my power? You..."

She called out for a long time, but no soldiers came.

The Red Queen looked around and with a twist of her eyes, she had no choice but to quiet down. "Yes, you are the Emperor. Now, at least for now, it’s you who decides."

She glowered at Ivita. "Oyo III had promised us some royal territories, which is legitimate, and since you have succeeded his ’throne,’ you should honor that promise," she insisted with ill grace.

The Witch Queen remained silent, draped in a black veil, but now spoke up, "Indeed it is so."

Ivita addressed the two: "Two ladies, if one were to strictly inquire, your methods of ascension were not exactly legal either, I..."

The Red Queen immediately said: "More than a decade ago, Oyo III had legitimized our statuses by making deals with us."

"..." Ivita was somewhat at a loss for words, Oyo III had sold out too many interests, and if she followed his actions and did the same, it would be somewhat ridiculous, especially since she had only recently secured the throne.

Ivita swept her gaze over the Electors and both Witch Queens, "It’s highly unlikely for me to enforce the law immediately."

"Don’t be hasty."

"But I can promise to share the Frankish people’s illegally held territories with you, as long as you are able to occupy them."

Ivita swept her gaze over the Electors, she now possessed the authority of a victor, finding the moment to rightfully exchange the privileges of the vanquisher was the crux of the matter.