Sword of Dawnbreaker

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1124: Pointing Toward the Wasteland

Summer in Aldernon cleared away the gloom, with rare dazzling sunlight pouring down from the sky, its brilliance shining through the windows, casting intricate shadows against the silver lamp stands and exquisite carvings on the window frames, leaving a trail of mottled light on the ground. Emperor Rosetta Augustus sat behind his desk, his gaze drifting across those spots for a long time without speaking.

In those patches of light, he seemed to see the mortal nations at this moment—connected through shadows between the light, those intersecting isolated parts seemed inevitable, yet regardless of that, a brighter era had ultimately arrived. Bathed in sunlight, all the light and shadow still came together to form this flourishing summer.

”Are you really deciding not to intervene in this matter?” Diana, the Royal Head Maid in name but in essence the leader of the Wanderers, looked at her sovereign she was loyal to, and asked without a trace of emotion in her tone, ”Bard Wendell was once the Imperial General holding Winterwolf Defense Line. While his father and daughter now hold significant influence in the Empire’s military system, currently he pledges allegiance to the Cecil Clan, this matter...”

”He was the Wolf General twenty years ago, and the Wolf General from twenty years ago is already dead,” Rosetta looked at Diana calmly, ”For this era that is undergoing intense transformation, a Wolf General who has been removed from the military system and deviated from normal society for many years has no significance. He cannot return to Typhon’s military system, nor can he find his place in other parts of the Empire. Moreover...”

He paused briefly, as if recalling fragments from his youth in the afternoon sunlight—but those fragments soon vanished into thin air, transformed into precise evaluations and judgments.

”Furthermore, more than Bard Wendell’s personal value, I care more about the loyalty of the Wendell clan—Bard has left Typhon, but Duke Ferdinand and Andresha are still here. Other members of the Wendell clan, those small and large military aristocrats connected with them are still here. During this period, when the upheaval has just settled, the Empire needs these people’s loyalty more than ever.”

Diana lowered her head: ”I understand, your judgment is indeed farsighted.”

Rosetta merely shook his head and then suddenly sighed, displaying an odd expression: ”But this way, one of the ancient ancestors of the Augustus clan turns into a tree on Cecil land, and Typhon’s most promising Wolf General from the past becomes a researcher under that tree... The direction this world is taking is indeed unexpected.”

This imperial ruler spoke with a strange expression, yet internally he couldn’t help but consider what ’surprises’ Gawain Cecil might reveal during their next meeting—could it really be necessary to check the security of royal tombs and various aristocratic family graves? There were reports that after Gawain’s ’revival,’ many Anzu aristocrats strengthened their family tomb coffins, which he once thought to be a foolish laughable matter, but now could not help but consider its rationale...

He didn’t mind if some ancestor of the Augustus clan returned to the world, but them returning as a member of the Cecil Clan would be a different matter entirely...

”Your Majesty?” Diana noticed Rosetta suddenly fell silent and couldn’t help but speak up to inquire, ”What are you thinking about?”

”No, it’s nothing, let’s not discuss this,” Rosetta shook his head, retracting his gaze from the light and shadow on the floor, ”Cecil has just sent a communication regarding the Gondor wasteland, you should already know about this matter.”

”Yes,” Diana nodded, the expression on the Iron Soldier’s face could hardly show much variation, yet her presence seemed more solemn than before, ”I saw the brief transcribed early on; its contents are... astonishing.”

”Inside the ruins of the Well of Deep Blue, there are still operational ancient Gondor legacies, including active Iron Soldier Corps. A faction of Oblivion Association believers, out of control, is operating deep in the wasteland, and possibly siphoned off a considerable amount of energy from the Well of Deep Blue...” Rosetta spoke gravely, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with a gemstone ring on his hand, ”Such a disturbing threat... has surprisingly been active right under our noses for several centuries.”