In the Name of Empress-Chapter 489 - 322: Franks, Take Off! (Part 2)

"Even so, my status is still far away from hers, not to mention she’s the Goddess of Light’s favored."

"So..."

Tom gently clapped his hands, his tone calm, his smile sincere, "Don’t worry, Jerry. I’m not a clueless fool. I know Saintess and I are from two different worlds."

"She is the Goddess’s favored. Even if she’s out of favor, she is the Governor’s woman. I only respect and admire her."

"Huh?"

This time it was Jerry’s turn to be surprised.

He didn’t expect Tom to be so calm, even less that he could accept Christine and the Governor’s rumors so peacefully.

For some reason, Tom’s calmness made him somewhat uneasy.

But Tom kept avoiding a question; he didn’t say whether he liked the Saintess or not.

Jerry was about to ask again, but was intimidated by Tom’s gaze. Beneath the extreme calm, there was an even deeper sadness.

Jerry opened his mouth but said nothing, just patted his good friend’s shoulder.

This is the romance unique to teens.

Liking someone without a reason, even knowing it’s an unattainable and unrequited love.

Jerry’s heart stirred, and he squinted his eyes.

He didn’t care about the Saintess, but he couldn’t stand by and watch his good friend get hurt!

In a moment of inspiration, he smiled and said, "The Saintess and the Governor aren’t in that kind of relationship."

"How do you know? The Sun reported on their rumors, it’s very accurate."

Tom was trying hard to conceal something, but the trembling in his voice betrayed him.

"It’s simple, she’s still a virgin. Don’t ask why; my father is a promiscuous noble, and he knows some special observation techniques."

"The Saintess won’t love anyone; her body and soul are dedicated to the Goddess."

"Really?" Tom’s eyes suddenly shone brightly, like stars in the night sky.

"Absolutely, you can’t imagine the fanaticism of these zealots."

"Don’t call her a zealot!"

Tom laughed like a delighted cat; he almost wanted to do some backflips if not afraid of being noticed.

Haha, he didn’t lose love.

No, he certainly lost love, but along with him, there’s also this world!

No, in the whole world, only he didn’t lose love because he knows the Saintess is a devoted follower, which some fools still don’t know.

Watching Tom’s excited eyes, Jerry pouted but said nothing. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Tom, this little virgin, he’s clearly in his first love.

Women’s faith isn’t all that devout. If Christine really fails in the Saintess selection, she might marry immediately.

He certainly wouldn’t say such boorish things.

This war is extremely brutal; no one dares to assure they will survive till the end, so why shatter a good friend’s fantasy of a perfect girl?

There are two Saintess Christine in this world.

One is a perfect and holy girl conjured up by a good friend’s imagination.

Another is a cold-hearted war machine.

Watching Tom’s complacent appearance, he couldn’t help but pat his good friend’s head to remind him:

"Stop being so excited, the serious matters are important."

He wasn’t angry at Tom’s excitement; in this tense battlefield, appropriately getting excited is also a way to relieve stress.

But they were truly on a mission.

Explosive mission.

Operation "Little Boy".

Though he had no idea why this action was named so oddly, it was named by the Governor, and he wouldn’t have any objections.

Over five thousand tons of black gunpowder and high explosives, enough to make these Prudon people feel the heat.

Christine also gave them a hidden task.

If the Prudon Army falls into total chaos, then lead three thousand cavalry to raid amid the chaos and expand the battle results.

If the Prudon Army is only heavily damaged and order isn’t chaotic, then quickly withdraw.

Jerry didn’t feel like the Prudon Army will give them the opportunity.

The Prudon General responsible for this battle is Army General Hoffman.

This is a renowned general known for his prudence.

Judging by the orderly manner after the Prudon Army occupied the fortress, this general indeed lives up to his reputation.

It’s too tough to take advantage of him.

Unless there are a hundred thousand tons of explosives to send the whole city sky-high.

But how is that possible?

Jerry smirked at his own thoughts.

Even exhausting the strength of the Sussex Empire, it’s hard to gather so much explosive. Precious explosives must be used to make various weapons, not wasted like this.

Two-thirds of the Prudon Army entered the city, another third remained outside, sending half the fortress skyward might only cause tens of thousands of casualties, not really harm the root.

This is just a warning.

As Jerry was lost in thought, Tom took out a pocket watch, carefully wiped it, reluctantly opened the case, and looked at the time.

This was a gift from the Empress after the last Helentz Castle battle, and he intended to keep it as a family heirloom.

The hands slowly rotated, soon marking four o’clock in the morning.

Dawn is the valley of human alertness and physical function. This is a law of nature, unavoidable by anyone.

At four o’clock in the morning, Franks was as dead as an abyss, only a few military key locations like watchtowers had their lights on.

Even the strictly disciplined Prudon Army needs rest.

Action time.

A glint of coldness flashed in Tom’s eyes, softly murmuring, "Little Boy, initiate!"

He pressed the button, issuing a command, activating through special facilities the chain explosion devices dozens of meters below the Franks fortress.

The ground subtly trembled.

Jerry thought of the topic he and Tom initially discussed, sighing internally.

This feast was bound to cost countless lives, including those Franks residents who hadn’t evacuated.