This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 377 - 317: Who Wants to Be the Next Dish? _2

Chapter 377: Chapter 317: Who Wants to Be the Next Dish? _2

"Your Highness! Please grant us three cities!"

"Pah, what are you? You also want three? Your Highness! We only need one!"

"Your Highness, our Empire is willing to send troops to help Your Highness to defeat the sinful First Empire! Please grant us a city!"

The meeting room was in chaos, and Lette waved his hand, forcibly dispersing them.

"I have fully understood your desire for territory. But the issue now is to quickly address the defense matters of these cities.

So, the nations closer to these cities will be given one city each, only one.

I hope you send your envoys as quickly as possible. If you don’t arrive by the scheduled time, it will be considered as reluctance.

Not only will you not get any meat this time, but you won’t even get any soup in the future.

The other Holy Countries that aren’t selected shouldn’t be discouraged either, as there are still many cities and lands across the Empire.

If you don’t gain anything this time, you’ll be more obedient in the next batch."

Lette extended the map longer, and it already marked the Elf Empire’s next target for attack.

It was a river running through the entire First Empire, with ten fertile cities along its banks, gazing across the river at cities on the other side.

To cross this river, there are only a few bridges and gorges.

This river acts as the boundary line between the Empire’s east and west, splitting the First Empire in two, like a knife.

At the same time, it is the renowned Heavenly Chasm within the First Empire.

The First Empire once faced invasions from other nations multiple times and, at one point, like today, had over half its territory occupied.

Yet, they relied on this river and its natural barrier to rest and recover in the rear, eventually turning the tables and reclaiming lost lands.

And now, they are again at the brink of life and death.

"Once we conquer this river, we can drive straight in, capturing the First Empire’s capital directly!

And then, the First Empire will be annihilated!

But before that, I hope your countries can declare war on the First Empire and send troops to their borders, forcing them to send a large number of soldiers to confront you."

The envoys patted their chests one after another in promise: "Rest assured, Your Highness, this small matter is in our hands."

Lette wasn’t surprised at all by this.

An easy fallen target invites attackers.

In such a situation, even if Lette didn’t raise this request, it’s believed that the Holy Countries behind these people would seize the opportunity to declare war on the First Empire.

They want to take a significant share while this behemoth falls.

Waiting for the Holy Light Church to allocate to them would require a dual leadership system. But if they seize it themselves, it’s swallowed whole by them.

"I only want you to hold the line, not to launch an attack."

Lette suddenly spoke, "The reason for making you do this is to disperse the First Empire’s forces, aiming to minimize casualties among human soldiers.

Even if the First Empire’s imperial family acts tyrannically, Lady Goddess doesn’t want to see her people die innocently.

Understand?

If not, look at the First Empire’s fate."

The latter part of his words was clearly a blatant warning.

Today he can play the First Empire like this; tomorrow, this misfortune can befall any country.

If such a powerful First Empire can be so terribly toyed with, there’s no need to mention oneself.

Trying to use citizens to threaten the Holy Light Church is simply a pipe dream.

Any country can’t withstand the methods Lette has displayed.

Who could have imagined that he could make the Elf Clan obey him and enable them, weak for hundreds of years, to suddenly possess overwhelmingly superior combat power?

With this Alien Sword standing here, everyone must comply obediently.

Fortunately, obedient children get treats.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, you may return and relay the information to your respective monarchs."

Lette noted the envoys had fallen silent and directly issued an order to leave.

"I hope you can make the right choice."

"Rest assured, Lord Holy Sin, we will definitely persuade His Majesty King to follow the Holy Light Church’s arrangements."

The envoys hurriedly left the meeting room, rapidly leaving the city.

For them, this distribution was just a starter.

The truly prosperous cities of the First Empire are mostly east of the river. Moreover, various minerals, industries, and grain-producing cities of the First Empire are in the eastern half.

Although the west bank has fertile plains, relatively speaking, the eastern half is richer.

If slow at this feast, one might not even get the soup.

Besides enjoying the feast, there is another critical reason for this war: to demonstrate themselves.

The time for choosing sides is over.

Rather, it’s that the Holy Light Church’s actions were too swift, not giving these countries the opportunity to choose sides, and they’ve already finished their tasks.

In the current situation, choosing sides is meaningless. After all, it’s clear to everyone that the Holy Light Church is an overwhelming victor, akin to an adult disciplining mischievous children.

They haven’t even acted personally, and Lady Goddess hasn’t appeared.

Just by supporting the Elf Empire a bit, the First Empire is utterly lost.

In this scenario, each Holy Country needs to make a gesture of obedience, behaving well!

Show that they are good children, obedient children, entirely different from the rebellious First Empire.

This is more important than eating and drinking.

Otherwise, they won’t be at the dining table but on the plate!

No one wants to become the next main course, so they must put on a good performance.

Watching the envoys ride away in the sunset, Emily placed her hands on her waist and clicked her tongue in wonder.

"How do you think they’ll persuade their monarchs when they return?"

"If they can persuade, they will; if they can’t, they’ll probably find a way to replace the monarch."

Lette’s expression was cold, and his tone even colder: "So-called kings, in these Holy Countries, are usually political symbols.

The real power lies with the Imperial Family and high-ranking nobles.

If the king represents the majority’s interests, people will recognize him as king. Even some damage in interests is within acceptable limits.

But today’s issue is unacceptable to them.

Because I’ve made it clear that the things the Holy Light Church does won’t harm the common people.

If the administration is disobedient, just change the administration; it’s that simple.

The populace is the beloved children of the true Goddess and will be protected as much as possible.

And their outcome will be like Prince Michael.

So, if their king is disobedient, they will gather and bring forth someone obedient."

Emily nodded thoughtfully: "So even though you’ve only disposed of the First Empire’s administration, you’ve made all Holy Countries’ administrations meet your criteria.

This effectively tidies up all the Holy Countries while keeping casualties to a minimum.

Is that right?"

"Hopefully... There’s an old saying from my homeland: do your best and submit to fate. We must do the best we can at what we can do.

Whatever happens after that, we can have peace of mind and no regrets.

Emily, I hope you can become a person with peace of mind."

Emily tilted her head, blinking her pure, clear eyes: "I’ve always been at peace."

Lette looked at her and sighed: "Cute, but clueless."

"If you’re going to praise me, do it properly. If you’re going to scold me, do it properly. Saying things like that makes me conflicted!"

Lette chuckled, reached out, and rubbed Emily’s head: "Come on, let’s return to the Elf Empire Capital.

This time, to attack the Heavenly Chasm, the enemy’s Black Mage group has gathered on the other side of the river.

We must enlist the Tree man Clan from the Elven Empire to quickly resolve the battle."