After the news of the defeat of Blacksteel spread in the Royal Capital, the pampered members of the royal family finally took action. When Ethan walked out of the Royal Summoner Association, the ministers were gathering the residents of the Royal Capital, giving an impassioned speech.

Ethan paused at the end of the line, listening to the minister's flushed and intense speech from the high platform.

"Fellow citizens! Loyal subjects of the Kingdom!"

The minister raised the scepter symbolizing royal glory, a treasure entrusted to the royal family by the Crimson Queen a millennium ago. He raised his voice, "At this moment, the one standing before you is no longer the parliamentary minister, but a brother connected with you by blood! Now, the land beneath us, flowing with the blood of our ancestors, is facing the darkest trial in centuries!"

The minister's scepter fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, "Look at this scepter. A thousand years ago, the first King, Olede, used it to create the home that provides us shelter!"

As he spoke, he walked from the high platform into the crowd.

The minister faced the gathered residents, "Old John, you are the Kingdom's excellent scout, you once resisted the invasion of the forest spirits with your association colleagues; Mrs. Martha, your deeds of adopting orphans and establishing an orphanage in the Royal Capital are well sung by the people..."

The minister weaved through the crowd, and when he mentioned name after name, the agitated crowd quieted down.

After an unknown duration, he changed his tone, "And what those monsters are about to take away is what we are most familiar with and cherish the most! But Olede the Eleventh stands with us, as always! The elite of the Royal Association are assembling, reinforcements responding to the King's call are coming under the starry night, but the key to victory lies in every ordinary person who overcomes fear!"

The scepter in the minister's hand emitted a red light, remarkably conspicuous in the night.

The crowd boiled over.

At that moment, it seemed as if the Crimson Queen was with all of them.

"In the name of the Crimson Queen, in the name of the spirits of Olede's past generations, for the living and the dead—!"

Ethan's emotions were also stirred.

He had to admit that although the Olede royals enjoyed luxury, they did recruit quite a number of ministers skilled in rhetoric. Under the night, the people of the Royal Capital raised their right arms high, shouting in unison as the first voice rang out, bringing unprecedented unity.

It was a difficult task.

Especially when the royals did nothing, yet wanted to appear as if they cared deeply for everyone in their speeches.

Ethan thought that the people shouting here probably wouldn't even dream that the magical creatures meant for the drafted soldiers had already been sold out on the black market for a hefty profit by the association's quartermasters.

And, the so-called "assembling Royal Summoners" was, of course, a lie. They were already prepared to evacuate the Royal Capital at any moment.

Only the news that mechanical creatures were approaching step by step was true.

To ensure the safe evacuation of the royals and ministers, they still needed brave soldiers ready to sacrifice themselves to buy time for packing up.

Ethan realized that one reason he didn't encounter too many obstacles at the Royal Summoner Association was precisely because the genuine "Kingdom's elite" were busy packing up and preparing to run.

Inside the association, it was a scene of looting, most valuable items were taken away, worthless documents were thrown around everywhere. When he and Lindong came out of Blacksteel's office, there were hardly any people left in the association.

"For the Crimson Queen, in the name of Olede—!"

The people's shouts interrupted Ethan's thoughts. He saw the determined eyes of people ready to face death.

This was a world of summoners, most adults had their own magical companions. Not everyone enjoyed battling, but in extraordinary times, they could all become warriors charging the front line.

Clearly, Olede the Eleventh thought the same.

When messengers brought the news from the city, his pale face finally showed some color.

"Good, very good, quickly send them to the front line!"

Olede the Eleventh ordered.

After the news of Blacksteel's defeat arrived, he felt like the entire world was collapsing, especially since that mysteriously originated Rocket Team had no regard for the royal family. Even promising them the position of president of the Royal Summoner Association couldn't bind them together.

However, under the ministers' counsel, he once again found direction.

Those mechanical creatures were coming for the Divine Tree, the residence of the Crimson Queen, and the Royal Capital coincidentally fell within the scope of this great migration.

As long as they relocated the Royal Capital to another city, the royal rule would continue.

For an entire day, the royals and ministers discussed evacuation routes and the city for relocation, issuing orders to the northern City Lord to prepare to welcome the royal members.

This would be of supreme honor for them.

Now they had packed their important belongings and prepared the convoy.

Charlotte, cloaked in invisibility, sat on a chair in the palace hall, the smile of Olede the Eleventh stinging her eyes.

She had stayed in the palace all day without anyone noticing her presence.

Because no one cared about her, they wouldn't even discuss how to resolve this crisis. But if it was about the city for relocation, the ministers would argue for an entire afternoon.