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Chapter 156 Surrender(9/?)

"George, do you think they will surrender?"

George turned to Bernard, holding a victorious smile on his face, and his gaze shifted to Sarden. His eyes narrowed. "I hope so."

Bernard smiled and looked at Sarden, whom George was observing. "What if they don't surrender?"

"Then we'll have no choice but to destroy them." George said firmly. Bernard sighed. "I hope it doesn't come to that."

"I hope so."

As time rapidly passed, the moment neared. The Wizards communicating from the Zeppelin quickly notified George. "Commander, there is still no response. What should we do?"

"Prepare the weapons." George ordered sharply. "Once you get the signal, level the city."

"Understood, we'll be on standby."

As communication with the Wizard was completely cut off, George, Simon, Emily, and Bernard gradually began preparing the army. Step by step, as time quickly approached, the awaited signal came.

The city's flag was lowered and replaced with a white flag. A broad smile spread across George's lips. As the city gates opened, Enemy General Antonio and all the officers approached on horseback.

"Archers," Emily commanded the archers to get into position, though they hadn't yet drawn their bows. The women immediately changed their stance and got into position.

Although Antonio and his officers briefly showed signs of hesitation, they continued riding towards them. Finally, Antonio arrived before George.

"We surrender," Antonio said tiredly. They dismounted. George signaled his men. Quickly, Imperial soldiers detained the officers, while George looked at Antonio seriously.

"You made the right decision. Thanks to you, the city will be saved."

Hearing this from George, General Antonio wore a bitter smile. The thought that his name would likely be remembered as a traitor throughout history sent a shiver through his body, like a parasite gnawing at him from the inside.

"Soldiers! Fall in line! We move forward!"

At George's command, the Imperial army slowly entered Sarden. As the Imperial army entered the city, the Republic soldiers, who had laid down their weapons, watched the enemy with angry eyes.

Watching their brothers, the murderers of their fathers, enter the city like this, deep anger stirred in all of them.

"Long live our Holy Empress! Long live our Mighty Nation!"

The soldiers' cheers echoed through the sky. Step by step, as they moved towards the city center, Simon and the Paladins split off halfway to maintain order and dispersed.

The target was the town hall. Despite being called a town hall, it was even more luxurious and larger than Morrigan's palace.

George involuntarily furrowed his brow. "Destroy this thing immediately! The Empire will no longer allow corruption and theft from the people!"

With George's order, the cannons were ready after half an hour. The cannons fired, instantly starting to demolish the palace. As the palace collapsed, chaos began anew in the city, but order was quickly restored.

George looked at the fallen palace with satisfaction. This was the first step. Gradually, all cultural structures belonging to the Republic were destroyed, and the Light Churches were cleansed by recommendations.

"The city is now captured. We've succeeded for the Empire once again." George said as he observed the city. It was clear that the war was now tipping in favor of the Empire.

For now, the focus would be on advancing towards the heart of the Republic. The Empire was not invincible. The soldiers were not superhumans. A rapid invasion plan also brought with it exhaustion.

Now, the task was to quickly stabilize the conquered lands, eliminate the Guerrillas, and calm the people until the war was over.

The mark had appeared not only on the officers but even on the General. Antonio slowly touched the fake curse with his index finger.

"I don't know. I don't know what this thing is." General Antonio was calmer than the others. Clearly, the feeling of losing the city weighed heavier than everything else.

The mark seemed harmless, like a small needle. Antonio took a serious look at the city from the balcony. He squinted his eyes and, when he saw that the mist had spread to everything except the Imperial Army, he clenched his fists.

He bit his lip and furrowed his brows. As a smart man, he understood what it was. This was an illusion spell. Compared to many people who had never seen illusions, the General understood how illusion magic worked.

Illusion magic was a terrifying power that manipulated a person's five senses. In the hands of a skilled person, this power could even manipulate a King or an Emperor.

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Illusion magic didn't only manipulate the weak, no, it could manipulate even someone far more powerful with enough skill.

"Maybe surrendering is a good idea." Antonio sighed as the forbidden thought appeared in his mind. The Imperial Army had many powerful figures.

Thinking about a person who could create an illusion affecting all of Sarden and its population, Antonio was momentarily shaken with fear. No matter how much he thought about it, surrendering seemed to be the best decision.

"General?"

"Relax, this no longer concerns us," Antonio calmly turned to the officer and said. "We are now at the mercy of the Empire. What we need to think about is how to escape."

Antonio frowned as he remembered the so-called patriotic mayors of the Republic. As a democratic country, the President was the commander-in-chief, and the mayors were the governors.

Antonio recalled the enemy commander-in-chief, George, and compared him to their so-called Commander-in-Chief. While the enemy commander was at the front, their own commander and his allies were already thinking of abandoning them and plundering the country.

"Antonio, so you're here," George smiled, stroking his beard. Antonio was momentarily surprised and turned to George. "Why are you here?"

Despite Antonio's rude tone, George only laughed. "Think of me as a visitor."

Antonio furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why did you come here? You no longer have anything to do with me."

"No, our business isn't finished with you." George stopped smiling and looked at Antonio seriously. "I'm asking you. Would you like to bring a new order to your country? Not as a General, but as a Grand Duke."

"Are you joking?" Antonio frowned, unable to suppress his anger. "Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm serious." George was truly serious. His words were not a joke. "Empress Morgana couldn't find a suitable name to rule the Aurelians and asked us for suggestions. In my opinion, you are the most suitable person for the position of Grand Duke."

"Are you going to give someone like me the power?"

"Of course, there will be some limitations and security measures," George said. "But if you prove your loyalty, you will be accepted as one of us."

Hearing George's words, Antonio paused for a moment and sank into thought. George smiled. "Here, take this. This document contains something important for you."

"What is this?" Antonio asked curiously. George only smiled. "You read it and understand. My offer still stands. If you accept, find me tomorrow."

As George left, Antonio quickly opened the document and began to read. The documents were deep state intelligence regarding the Republic.

Antonio's eyes gradually widened, and his face twisted in anger. He clenched his fist and, unlike before, didn't bother to hide his rage.

His eyes trembled with disappointment. Curses and swear words escaped his lips.

"Damn it... Really damn it..."