The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The King's indulgence towards Twilight Province is echoed in the Empire's indulgence towards the Kingdom.

After all, despite the severe crisis in Twilight Province, from the Empire's perspective, Theoden Devalu can still be considered a competent "rancher."

At least the crisis is contained within the province, without affecting the entire Kingdom.

Edward smiled lightly and said in a soft voice.

"We need only to align with Chief Referee Ximenes' interests, not the Church's."

Elaric held his breath before speaking after a long pause.

"What do you mean?"

Edward spoke pointedly.

"The Judicial Court is sinking into the mire, and they are not entirely blind to the dissatisfaction of the Twilight citizens. Chief Referee Ximenes needs a clean victory. Although he doesn't mind being used by the King, you and I both know he did not come for that purpose."

Without waiting for Baron Elaric to ask, Edward continued.

"We solve the troubles the King can't. If he wishes to escape the quagmire underfoot, he'll gradually abandon the Lion Heart Knight Order and compromise with the olive branch we extend."

Chief Referee Ximenes is not the King's subordinate; he turns a blind eye to the King's manipulations only because their interests align. As the Judicial Court falls into the mire while the King stands on the shore, it's hard for tensions not to arise between them.

Let alone Ximenes, any Judicial Court might question why the dirty and exhausting work is done by the Church, yet ultimately the blame falls on the King?

He is here to fulfill a sacred mission.

Speaking secularly, he's here to accumulate experience for future promotions.

If the matter drags on for years without resolution, the proud Chief Referee from the Holy City would likely end up stalling until retirement in Twilight Province.

Even if the devout Ximenes is indifferent, those who followed him to this distant land cannot remain unconcerned.

Dusk Walkers from Twilight Province would only be thrown out if they went to the Holy City; Saint Clement Cathedral is for pilgrimage, not for grievances.

But the theologians and judges from the Holy City are different.

The letters they write will be read by the Pope.

Elaric pondered for a long time before finally asking two questions.

"I have two questions: how does the Salvation Army create trouble, and how do we solve it?"

Edward smiled.

"They have guns, they have money, naturally they'll help us create trouble, especially since the Judicial Court and the King are already their enemies. As for solving the trouble, it's simple: we'll establish the Holy Light Council in Twilight Province in the name of Holy Light, while the Salvation Army will withdraw at that time."

Elaric frowned.

"But what if they don't leave?"

"They'll definitely leave," Edward said concisely, sipping the cooled tea, "We can negotiate with them: Ryan Kingdom is theirs, Dusk Duchy is yours."

Holy Maiden Carian is a clever person; she's not the crazy witch the Church depicts, and she understands more than just those mystical tales.

This is evident from her swift retreat when the Judicial Court arrived - letting go is always harder than holding on.

Even though Edward has never met her, he can accurately assess that this young woman either has expert guidance or is an expert herself.

Her move to retreat for advancement is a genius strategy, even in his eyes, directly trapping the aggressive Judicial Court and the Lion Heart Knight Order in a dilemma.

Such a clever person would surely realize that Campbell Duchy is the most likely ally of the New Testament, just as she instantly sees that the New Testament is precisely what she's looking for.

And she will also realize that if the Salvation Army doesn't cooperate with Campbell Duchy, the Judicial Court won't leave, and ultimately, the biggest loser won't be the Campbell people.

They would merely have spent some money for nothing.

Looking at the confident Duke, Elaric picked up his cup too, using it to mask his tumultuous thoughts and emotions.

God bless Campbell.

Perhaps they do have Divine help behind them...

...

The Duke's sword aimed at the King's ribs, and the King is not a kind-hearted person either; the dagger under the crown silently extends.

The Aus Continent's nobles have an unwritten tradition: Nobles must show some propriety in warfare between themselves. Even with deep-seated enmity, they must not kill each other recklessly.

This is completely different from the hellish struggle where death is inevitable.

Demon Gods have spread to the third generation; demons do not care about gaining or losing a few nobles; whoever wins becomes the noble.

That is why General Hanor was shocked when Sir Wesley pulled a cannon regiment to face him.

He focused too much on the Duke's banner, forgetting the Duchy's army commander is a commoner.

And according to Aus Continent's moral standards, Sir Wesley's bottom line is only slightly higher than that of the Green Forest Army.

In the surprised gazes of his subordinates, he ultimately didn't use the cannon to finish off but let General Hanor die in a duel with another knight, granting the opponent a decent ending.

As for Theoden Devalu, he certainly has quite a bit of bottom line; the dagger did not stab into the Duke's heart.

But it wasn't far off either.

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