Chapter 686
The Rest After the Battle: An Absurd Multi-Person Tango
The two things Elon Musk mentioned actually boil down to just one thing:
How can we reunite and integrate the various branches, city-states, and forest kingdoms of the Elven race scattered throughout the Prime Material Plane, forming a unified, powerful, and unified Elven Empire?
This is by no means an easy task. The Elf race has a long history and many branches (Winged Elves, Wood Elves, Dark Elves, Sea Elves, etc.), scattered throughout the continent, each with its own traditions, and even historical grudges between them.
The difficulty of getting them to abandon their independence and some of their traditions and submit to a new empire is self-evident.
This requires not only the support of powerful deities, but also exceptional political skills, military deterrence, the exchange of interests, and cultural integration.
After Elon Rui finished speaking, he looked gently at Cohen.
His personal visit to the human empire's palace, where he spoke with Vilekis and even had Windsordler join him, was an attempt to curry favor with her.
The attitude and support of the Effie Empire will play a decisive role in establishing a new and powerful elven empire on the human continent.
This is not only because of the close cooperation and intimate relationship that Cohen and Virekis had already established, but also because the rise of the Efein Empire is clearly visible in the new landscape following the announcement of the "Covenant of the Gods".
Its comprehensive national strength, military power, and divine background (the God of Light and the Goddess of Ice) undoubtedly place it among the most powerful empires on the entire human continent.
If the newly formed elven empire could gain such a powerful, reliable empire with close ties to the future elven queen as an ally and backer, its start, development, and even future stability would be much smoother.
Therefore, Elon Ruiz did not mince words or play diplomatic games.
After explaining the pantheon's expectations and support to Virekis and Windsordler, he now laid bare the elven pantheon's trump card and sincerity to Cohen.
He clearly expressed the Elven pantheon's vision of establishing an Elven empire with the power of Efein and with Virekis at its core, and he made a weighty promise—no matter what happens in the future, the Elven gods will stand with Efein.
This is a very significant promise, especially now that the covenant of the gods has just been announced and the future situation is still unclear.
This means that in the event of potential conflicts of faith, struggles for interests, or even greater dimensional upheavals, Efein will receive the unreserved support of an ancient pantheon.
This was undoubtedly a huge attraction for Cohen.
However, before Cohen could even formulate a reply, Virekis spoke first:
"Your Majesty Corleone, His Majesty Elon's conversation with me demonstrated the position and support of the Elven pantheon."
But as you know, building an empire, especially restoring the glory of the elves on the human continent, is not something that can be accomplished overnight, nor can it be achieved solely by the wishes of the gods.
It needs a solid foundation—land, population, resources, institutions, and… power.
Virekis paused slightly, then met Cohen's gaze honestly:
We did not mean to force you or morally blackmail you.
The revival of the elves ultimately depends on ourselves.
But Effie's achievements, your wisdom and strength are things we have witnessed firsthand and deeply admire.
Therefore, we hope to conduct some... mutually beneficial transactions with you and with Effie.
The technology and knowledge of the Effin Empire in certain fields have immeasurable value for our upcoming nation-building endeavor.
For example, regarding the Divine and Demonic equipment, as far as I know, Effie currently possesses three different sets of Divine and Demonic equipment crafting blueprints.
This is crucial for us to integrate the various elven tribes, build a new type of army that is highly efficient and unified, and can fully utilize the individual agility and magical talents of the elves.
We need more than just finished products; we also hope to obtain the relevant core technologies, design drawings, and even some production licenses.
Furthermore, there are your methods and experiences in training and integrating orc tribes and effectively incorporating them into the Empire's military and production systems.
Finally, there's your core energy technology, which you call the 'Ark Reactor'.
When this name was mentioned, even Elon Ruiz, who had been sitting calmly at the head of the table, seemed to have a slight glint of starlight in his deep eyes.
Virekis's voice carried an undisguised longing and caution:
"This is the lifeblood of an empire determined to revive itself."
Whether it's driving golems, maintaining large magical barriers, supplying magical workshops, or serving as the core of future floating cities or strategic fortresses, its significance is self-evident.
We understand the core and sensitive nature of this technology. We don't aspire to acquire everything, but we hope to at least establish a long-term, stable energy supply partnership.
The "Ark Reactor" mentioned by Virekis is not a completely new technology independently developed by Effie.
Its roots can be traced back to that glorious civilization that has long been buried in the dust of history—the Arcane Empire.
This refers to the partial backup of the Arcane Empire civilization that Cohen and Windsordler excavated in the slumbering cave where Virekis was located.
It's about how to utilize magic crystals with unprecedented efficiency, transforming their immense magical power into a stable, controllable, and incredibly powerful usable energy source.
Later, Ardelle and Windsordler collaborated on a long and arduous process of researching, supplementing, improving, and implementing these backups.
Ultimately, this led to the creation of the "heart" that now powers Effie's many incredible creations.
This technology not only signifies an exponential increase in energy efficiency, but also represents a development path that will change the entire energy landscape of the dimensional plane.
It was precisely because of this key core technology that Efein's national strength developed rapidly, enabling it to catch up with the five great empires in just a few years.
Without a doubt, for a newly established nation, acquiring this level of energy technology is no less significant than obtaining an inexhaustible magical mine, and is the absolute core for laying the foundation for a powerful nation.
Windsordler also gained a lot of relevant knowledge and experience from Villegise during her research, so this matter was not a secret to Villegise, who also knew some of the relevant information about the Ark Reactor.
But while she understood, Villegis knew even better that knowing a secret and obtaining a secret were two different things.
Her relationship with Cohen was indeed special; however, was it deep enough for him to willingly hand over a core lifeline that could affect the very foundation of the nation?
Virekis wasn't very confident.
Cohen was a sentimental man, but more importantly, he was a mature and even seasoned politician and the ruler of an empire.
She knew perfectly well how little influence personal feelings could play on matters concerning the fundamental interests of the nation.
She understood the "price" that she and Elon Wise had set—the friendship of the Elven pantheon and the alliance of the future empire.
Although grand in scale, it is ultimately a promise for the future.
What the other party needs to give up, however, is the very core technology right in front of them.
The balance of this "deal," at least for now, is not entirely equal. Especially regarding the "Ark Reactor" technology, its strategic value is almost immeasurable by common sense.
Virekis paused, looked at Windsordler beside her, and said seriously:
"There's another matter I need to discuss with you. If we establish an Elven Empire in the future, I will make Windsor my sole heir."
Upon hearing this, the air in the reception room seemed to freeze for a moment.
For the first time, a clear emotion flickered across Windsordler's stunningly beautiful face.
She clearly hadn't expected Villegence to make such a decision at this moment, in this way.
A barely perceptible hint of surprise flickered across Elon Ruiyu's usually placid face, but it was quickly replaced by admiration and understanding in his deep eyes.
He immediately understood the deeper meaning behind Villegence's move—it was not merely the designation of an heir, but also a manifestation of political wisdom.
Even if Virekis becomes empress in the future, she will not engage in political marriages or have direct offspring.
Windsor was the person she trusted most, and also her student.
Making her the heir to the empire would not only ensure the stability and continuation of the empire's future, but also allow them to better obtain Cohen's help.
After listening to Virekis's words, Cohen smiled faintly and said:
“Your Majesty, first of all, I must say that you are too kind.”
As for what you mentioned... technical exchanges on the God and Demon Armor, experience sharing on integrating orcs, and cooperation frameworks regarding energy, these are all things that can be discussed.
I will always remember the help you provided when Effie was struggling to get started and defend against external enemies.
In the future, when we operate on this continent, we will inevitably have to rely on your reputation and support as the 'Number One Expert on the Continent'.
We are friends and one of each other's most reliable allies, so helping each other is only natural.
As for... making Windsor your sole heir.
This is a matter of great importance, concerning the very foundation and legacy of the Elf Empire.
Is it too early for you to make this decision now?
After all, life is unpredictable. You are in your prime and have a long road ahead of you. Why cut off other possibilities now?
"What if in the future you have your own bloodline and offspring..."
Virekis was clearly determined; she interrupted Cohen almost without hesitation:
"No need. I have already thought this through carefully."
Windsordler is my heir, my only one.
This is not only my personal decision, but also... the best choice after fully considering the future stability and continuation of the Elven Empire, as well as maximizing the unity of all forces.
Her gaze shifted to Windsordler, her eyes filled with unwavering trust and entrustment:
"Windsor's abilities, wisdom, reputation, and understanding of the Elven races are all suited for that position, and so it was decided."
Her words were firm and unequivocal, leaving no room for negotiation.
This was both a response to Cohen's suggestion and a reaffirmation of his will before Elon Wise, the wise and sage, to prevent any future disputes regarding the successor.
Seeing the unwavering determination in Virekis's eyes, Cohen had no choice but to give up trying to persuade her.
Elon Ruiyu observed all of this, his aged and wise face always bearing a peaceful smile.
Seeing that the two were having a good conversation, he spoke again at the opportune moment to set the tone and make a commitment for this crucial meeting:
"His Majesty Corleone's generosity and vision have greatly pleased me."
The Elven pantheon will surely keep its word and become the most loyal and steadfast ally of the Effie Empire.
No matter how the future holds on the continent, or what turmoil may rage between the divine kingdoms, the friendship and support of the elves will always be with Effie.
Having said that, Elon Ruiyu slowly stood up, slightly raised his hand, and a beam of emerald light floated gracefully toward Vilekis:
"These are some of the lost knowledge from our people's long history, ancient research notes, and records about the early system of the ancient Elven Empire."
Although incomplete, it is hoped that it will be of some benefit to your reconstruction of the empire and the sorting out of its heritage.
Virekis rose and solemnly accepted the emerald light with both hands. The light entered Virekis's palms, transforming into countless fine streams of information, waiting for her to examine them carefully later.
May the light of nature forever illuminate our path, and may the friendship between our two peoples remain evergreen like an ancient tree.
Elon Ruiyu gave Cohen and Yardelle a final nod, then looked deeply at Virekis and Windsordler before his figure began to gradually become transparent, like the mist merging into the forest at dawn, eventually turning into specks of emerald light that silently dissipated into the air of the reception room.
As the ancient sage, representing the will of the elven pantheon, departed completely, the last divine pressure that permeated Florence finally dissipated entirely.
This great war, which concerned the gods, the future situation of various countries, and the rise and fall of the continent, has come to a complete end.
The sky outside the window had completely darkened at some point, and the palace spires disappeared into the deep blue sky.
Inside the room, the magic lamp automatically adjusted its brightness, emitting a warm and soft yellow glow.
Cohen withdrew his gaze from the window and raised his hand to rub his temples vigorously.
Even with his current physique and willpower, dealing with the crisis of attacks from all nations, the challenges from the four legendary figures and the past incarnation of the God of Darkness, as well as alliances and transactions concerning the future of the continent, all in one day, he couldn't help but feel deeply exhausted.
The future turmoil on the mainland is foreseeable, with undercurrents surging and various parties making moves. The burden on his shoulders is only increasing.
But at this moment, the weariness emanating from the depths of his mind was so real, as if every nerve was screaming for rest.
All those complex imperial affairs, intricate diplomatic situations, power structures that urgently need to be sorted out, Asuna's future, the blueprint for the Elf Empire... let's leave everything for tomorrow.
At this moment, all he wanted was to completely relax.
He turned around and naturally took the cool, smooth hand of Adele beside him with one hand, while extending the other hand to Windsordler, who was standing quietly beside Virekis.
"I hereby declare that this is the end of today."
We'll think about the rest tomorrow.
After saying that, he took the two men's hands and walked straight towards his own palace.
Virekis's expression instantly became somewhat subtle.
Finally, as Cohen passed by, she subtly stepped aside to make way, her voice lower than usual, trying to remain calm:
"Your Majesty has had a long day, please rest well. As for other matters, we can discuss them tomorrow."
Cohen nodded slightly, ultimately not daring to say, "Why don't you come along too?" He paused, then honestly said:
"Okay, I really can't hold on much longer today."
You should get some rest too, Vireikis. See you tomorrow.
Vireiki gave an almost imperceptible "hmm".
Watching the three figures depart, Virekis let out a soft breath, walked to the window, and gazed at the deep night and scattered lights outside, remaining motionless for a long time.
……
Neither of the two people being led by Cohen said anything.
Adele and Windsordler saw that Cohen had been fighting and was exhausted all day. When they saw him dragging the two of them towards the palace, they didn't say anything more and decided to indulge him this once.
Of course, Cohen's enormous bedroom, which was increasingly proving his "foresight," was not empty.
Isabella and Nephthys were already waiting there.
They didn't seem too surprised when Cohen returned with Adele and Windsordler, perhaps because they already had enough awareness and... tolerance of someone's "absurdity".
That night, the scene inside the palace was completely different from the tense game played during the day.
Exhaustion and stress seem to have found another outlet, intense, gentle, chaotic, all ultimately returning to a deep sleep.
That specially customized, incredibly spacious king-size bed also fully demonstrated its "strategic value" tonight.
……
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting pale golden spots on the floor.
The palace was filled with a tranquil and languid atmosphere unique to those who have just been satisfied, with a faint floral fragrance and a more intimate scent lingering in the air.
Cohen woke up in a daze after being overly satisfied, his head still a little dizzy, but his body felt a relaxed fatigue.
He instinctively reached out and groped around—all he could touch was a cool, smooth silk sheet.
empty.
He blinked and turned his head to the side.
There's no one on the left.
There was no one on the right either.
He propped himself up and looked around the huge bed that could fit seven or eight people—besides himself and the messy marks on the bedding, there was no one else in sight.
The girls... have all disappeared?
This situation is quite rare. According to the usual routine of some "absurd" mornings, there should always be one or two people beside him when he wakes up, either still lazily curled up taking a nap, or already awake and idly twirling his hair with their fingertips.
He sat up, the thin silk blanket slipped off, revealing his well-defined muscles.
The palace was quiet, with only his own slightly puzzled breathing.
Then he heard the rustling of fabric and the sound of comb teeth brushing against his long hair.
He turned his head and looked at the huge floor-length mirror with a silver frame on the other side of the bedroom.
In front of the mirror, Ada was already dressed, wearing an ice-blue long dress with amazing texture, which made her skin look as white as snow.
At this moment, she is holding a jade comb and slowly combing the ends of her hair.
The mirror reflected her stunning profile, her expression as calm as ever.
Hearing the noise from the bedside, Adele didn't stop combing her hair, but instead looked up through the mirror at Cohen, who was sitting on the bed in a daze.
"woke up?"
Cohen asked instinctively, his voice still low and hoarse from just waking up:
"...And what about them?"
Yardelle put down the jade comb, letting her long hair fall smoothly down her back, and turned to face him.
The morning light cast soft shadows on her face, making her appear less aloof and more down-to-earth.
"They've all left. You were sleeping soundly. They woke up earlier and left on their own."
She paused, a very faint smile playing at the corners of her lips:
"Perhaps, they feel a little embarrassed."
After all... last night..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear.
Cohen recalled the chaos and absurdity of the previous night, and even though he wasn't easily embarrassed, he felt a rare sense of shame at this moment.
He touched his nose, threw off the covers and got out of bed. He grabbed a velvet robe and put it on, then walked barefoot to Adele's side.
He gently embraced her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her fragrant hair.
Adele leaned back into his arms, letting his warm breath brush against her neck.
The morning light was still, and the two stood there embracing for a while, enjoying the rare tranquility and intimacy after the storm.
After a brief moment of intimate whispering, Cohen suppressed his languor and tenderness deep within his heart.
A new day has begun, and the many agreements reached yesterday, the information obtained, and the responsibilities borne all need to be addressed immediately.
The mainland will not stop turning because of his exhaustion, and neither will the enemy.
He placed a kiss on Adele's hair, then released her:
"It's time to get things done."
Adele turned around, reached out to straighten the loose collar of his robe, and said softly:
"Yes, the notification has been sent out. A plenary meeting will be held in an hour."
……
The morning light completely dispelled the mist in Florence, gilding the towering towers and sturdy city walls with a golden edge.
Inside the palace council hall, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, yet permeated with a sense of impending doom.
Beside the enormous circular council table, the core ministers of the Efein Empire were already seated in order.
At the end of the long table, Cohen sat upright on a high-backed throne adorned with griffins and swords, no longer wearing the robes he wore the night before, but a dark, gold-embroidered imperial robe, exuding both majesty and restraint.
Empress Adele Angelion sat to one side, while the rest were cabinet ministers, members of the military council, ministers of various imperial departments, powerful governors of various regions, commanders of various military districts, and some members of the Corleone royal family.
In general, it is the very small group of people who rule the core of this empire.
The routine morning assembly begins.
Prime Minister Angus Angelien stepped forward first and, in a calm and even tone, reported on the routine affairs of the various departments of the Empire in recent days:
The report covered the progress of spring plowing, the tax revenue from several major trade routes, and the promotion of new agricultural tools in several pilot provinces.
The content is trivial yet necessary, a normal part of the daily operation of the vast imperial machine.
The Minister of Finance, the Minister of Home Affairs, the Minister of Justice, and others took turns raising routine questions in their respective fields that urgently required the Emperor's decision.
Cohen would either nod in approval, give a brief instruction, or turn to ask Adele for her opinion.
After all, it was Adele who was in charge of this vast empire most of the time, especially in terms of government affairs. Adele was meticulous in everything she did and could give the most appropriate advice.
The morning's agenda seemed no different from any other day, with the empire proceeding as usual.
However, after the last minister finished his report and returned to his seat, the atmosphere in the hall subtly changed.
Everyone understood that His Majesty the Emperor's personal attendance at the court assembly today was certainly not merely to hear routine reports on state affairs. (End of Chapter)