Chapter 172 - Chapter 172: Chapter 165: War Breaks Out! (2/2)

More than half of the nobility collectively rebelled, believing the Rhea Royal Family, who did not wish to attack Cyart by marching southward, no longer deserved to be the royal clan for the Rhea people, thus they wanted to nominate the pro-war Meyer family to become the new king of the Rhea!

War had erupted in an instant!

The prevalent World Order Church and Salvation Church within Rhea territory supported the two sides respectively; the World Order Church hoped that the “Adranus” Meyer family would become the new Rhea kings, while the Salvation Church supported the existing Rhea Royal Family “Fog Wayfarers” of the Abernathy clan.

At least for the short term, the Rhea people would no longer have the capacity to invade Cyart.

The Cyart people mostly breathed a sigh of relief, the common folk even believed that the war would not come their way, rejoicing with great delight, yet the Cyart upper-class nobility still felt the situation was tense.

For inside Cyart, the great nobles were discussing what to do next.

“Do we sit idly by and ignore the internal conflict of the Rhea people, or choose to support the Rhea Royal Family in attacking the Meyer family, or perhaps invade Rhea completely?”

“What exactly must we do?”

The possibilities brought forth by the three choices were numerous, and the Cyart upper-class nobility bickered endlessly, day and night, without reaching a decision in the short term.

Everyone was acutely aware that this was a choice that would determine the fate of the nation, so each person, declaring their own viewpoint as the correct one, argued vehemently while also hoping that the clan they represented could scoop up more benefits.

For example, within Cyart, the “Fog Wayfarers” branch of the Abernathy family, were very much hoping to lend their support to the master Rhea Royal House “Fog Wayfarers.”

Decades ago during the war between the two countries, the “Fog Wayfarers” even found reasons not to engage in mutual slaughter—the idea that family was greater than the nation still dominated the thoughts of many nobles on the Ouden Continent.

“War, huh…”

Byrne took a deep breath; he had once again arrived at Viscount Bast’s estate.

No matter whether Cyart would ultimately march troops into Rhea, he must first repay the kindness of the Lion clan, fulfilling the agreement made several years ago.

In the brown study room filled with bookshelves, Viscount Bast, with his snow-white hair, chuckled as he rose to his feet, looking sternly at the aging Byrne and nodded:

“You’ve finally arrived, Byrne, everyone on our side has gathered; it’s time to enter the Spirit Realm together!”

He couldn’t help but sigh, tilting his head up and lamenting:

“At last, the day has come, Byrne, I am indeed too old, too aged, haha!”

Viscount Bast glanced at his own aged hands and said slowly: “I can’t wait any longer, Byrne, if not for the treasures within the Spirit Realm, I’m afraid I will disappear from this world in a decade or two!”

“I can’t reconcile with that!”

“The years are unbearable, time is the most ruthless Grim Reaper; I believe with your age you have already grasped this truth.”

Byrne nodded gently, his heart becoming a bit heavy as he remembered Irene, whom he hadn’t seen for some time.

“Yes.”

Time is the most ruthless Grim Reaper.

“Byrne, it is said that some of the miraculous treasures or Forbidden Knowledge in the Spirit Realm possess the potential to extend one’s lifespan.”

Upon these words from Viscount Bast, Byrne suddenly lifted his head, then realized he was too excited, which wasn’t good, as it could easily allow others to take advantage of him.

He was usually a very composed person, but for some reason, he always became less adept at concealing his feelings around Viscount Bast.

“Hehe, come with me.”

Viscount Bast laughed, then led Byrne down to the basement of the estate.

In the dark and vast underground space, a long black floor-to-ceiling mirror already had fifteen or sixteen people waiting before it, their numbers quite considerable. Moreover, several were mysterious individuals hiding their identities, unwilling to reveal their true faces, possibly illegal Extraordinary Exponents, church members, or even heretics.

Apart from the always enigmatic “Black Lion” who had not shown up, Bast’s two brothers, the police chief Renzo and Colonel Abel, had also arrived.

“Excellent, all of us have gathered; there’s no need to wait any longer, let’s enter the Spirit Realm together.”

Bast gazed at the people present and said slowly:

“Our target this time is a long-sealed palace, a Spirit Realm palace constructed from purple crystals…”

Byrne was startled, finally realizing the gravity of this foray into the Spirit Realm; Viscount Bast had actually summoned so many Extraordinary Exponents in one go!

And he could feel that all the Extraordinary Exponents present were Transmutation Level powerhouses! In a certain sense, this lineup was potent enough to potentially obliterate the powerful Eagle clan entirely!