After Defeat, the Empress’s Negotiating Chip Turns Out to Be Me

Chapter 93

93~ All-Purpose Little Chef~

(PS/Author's Note: The second volume's title has been confirmed as "Caged Bird." Those who don't understand the meaning of this volume's title can search for it online themselves.)

Great Archmage, the highest rank of mages, and simultaneously the ceiling of the mage profession. Upon reaching the Great Archmage level, one could basically sweep away half a battlefield with a single forbidden spell. When used for sieging cities, it was almost equivalent to a self-propelled human-shaped mini nuclear bomb, the kind that could be used repeatedly.

Between Great Archmages and Archmages lay yet another watershed.

This was also why, although the nations hadn't signed any agreements, they tacitly didn't dispatch Great Archmage-level forces to participate in wars, at most only using them to guard their national borders.

Major powers possessing Great Archmages wouldn't go to war with each other, and even if they did go to war, they wouldn't play the trump card of Great Archmages.

Currently, among all the nations in the Eastern Region, there were four known Great Archmages in total. The Eighteen Alliance Nations had two, and the Scarlet Phoenix Nation had two, it could be said they were evenly matched.

But if the Eighteen Alliance Nations gained an additional Great Archmage, the currently balanced situation would be broken.

In conventional warfare, generally no more than five Archmages were deployed, and even in large-scale wars it wouldn't exceed fifteen. Below Archmage rank, you could deploy as many as you wanted, but the prerequisite was that you could actually dispatch that many.

This was roughly the tacit understanding in the current warfare throughout the Eastern Region.

"My assessment is, there's nothing to be done."

No matter how godly she was, she couldn't possibly think of any solution under these circumstances. Moreover, the tactics and strategies she had previously laid out were all things she'd memorized out of boredom in her previous life. For the current situation, she had absolutely no idea where to even start!

If it weren't for the fact that once this situation reversed, her Glaze Nation would also suffer along with it, she would have been eager for the Eighteen Alliance Nations to hurry up and produce their third Great Archmage, to flip the table sooner and counterattack the Scarlet Phoenix Nation!

You had to know that before becoming grasshoppers tied to the same rope with the Scarlet Phoenix Nation, her Glaze Nation was also among those opposing the Scarlet Phoenix Nation's external wars of aggression, and was simultaneously one of the invaded.

"Well then, since Mo also has no solution, let's forget about it."

"..."

The Empress looked completely relaxed, as if she wasn't particularly worried about this.

"Let go of me, I'm going for a walk."

"Just a little longer."

"Let go of me!"

"..."

The Empress just held her without speaking. No matter how much she called out or struggled, there was no reaction. She truly completely ignored her reactions, tightly holding her for a thorough rua session.

Forget it, forget it... don't get angry, don't get angry. Just consider it being bitten by a dog.

Thinking this way, she suddenly felt her state of mind become much more open-minded.

She hated the Empress, but there was no helping it. Being weak was the original sin. She was too weak, so weak that the Empress didn't need to use magic power, not even half her strength, to easily subdue her.

Everything, everything had to be attributed to the fact that she was too weak.

But what could be done about it?

Born unable to sense magic power, even if other mages forcibly left magic power in her body, it would rapidly dissipate, as if rejecting magic power. There was nothing that could be done.

"So, can you let go of me now?"

The little Princess was already starting to get impatient. Being rua'd like this for over ten minutes, if it were before, she wouldn't have this much aversion as she did today, at most just some, but now...

"Alright, if Mo wants to go for a walk, then go ahead."

The Empress said with a beaming smile.

"Tsk..."

The little Princess clenched her fists.

This Empress really became more and more punchable the more she looked at her!

Holding her breath and calming herself, slightly suppressing the ball of fire in her heart, the little Princess left the bedchamber.

After she left, the Empress's smile instantly vanished, replaced by a melancholy expression.

If the Eighteen Alliance Nations truly gave birth to another Great Archmage, then her original idea of unifying the Eastern Region would have to be postponed for quite some time.

Although she knew this problem was difficult, she still wanted to try her luck to see if the little Princess might have some solution. After all, the little Princess could come up with so many tactics, so she still held hope.

Now, obviously, the little Princess also couldn't think of any method. Could it be she could only watch helplessly as the Eighteen Alliance Nations subjugated the Lord of Extreme Cold, then used the magic core to pile up a Great Archmage?

"..."

Her ability to become the youngest Great Archmage in history wasn't truly due to exceptional talent, but because of the Lord of Extreme Cold's magic core. Back then, with no way out, she went to the extreme cold lands. By a stroke of luck while on the verge of death, she happened upon the Lord of Extreme Cold being besieged by other high-level magical beasts, and coincidentally no other magical beasts noticed her. Only then was she able to obtain its magic core and complete her advancement while the Lord of Extreme Cold was besieged to death.

She had witnessed the true strength of the Lord of Extreme Cold. It was roughly at her current level, perhaps slightly stronger. Under the subjugation of a mage of the same level, there was a very high probability of successfully hunting it.

Melancholy, truly melancholy. Clearly knowing what the other side wanted to do, yet unable to stop anything. This feeling of being unable to control how things would unfold was truly uncomfortable for her.

But thinking about it more was useless. There was no solution whatsoever. Continuing to dwell on it would only add more melancholy.

Now she could truly only rely on luck. She could only hope the Eighteen Alliance Nations' subjugation of the Lord of Extreme Cold would fail.

...

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what did Her Majesty want with you?"

The little maid Xiyan still had the appearance of a curious baby. This trait had never changed since the little Princess first met her.

"You, don't ask about everything."

The little Princess lightly tapped Xiyan's little head several times.

"Mm... alright then."

Xiyan responded while covering her head.

Since Princess Mo wouldn't say, then it must be something that couldn't be spoken of externally. No matter how curious she was, she had to endure it. This was her basic quality as a maid. If the master was unwilling to speak, then she couldn't inquire.

"So Your Highness, Your Highness, where are we going now?"

"To find some snacks to eat."

"Then we're going to the kitchen? I'll make snacks for Your Highness to eat! Whatever snacks Your Highness wants to eat, just say it. As long as it can be made, leave it all to me!"

The little maid patted her chest.

"Then I'll trouble little Xiyan."

The little Princess reached out and rubbed Xiyan's head.

"Hehe..."

Princess Mo patted my head again... so happy!

Before long, the little maid made all kinds of snacks according to the little Princess's requests, and also brewed a pot of black tea on the side in case she got thirsty and could drink it directly.

"What does Your Highness think?"

Xiyan asked expectantly.

The snacks were made according to the little Princess's requests. These were all things called egg tarts that she had never heard of before, nor had she made them. This was her first time making them, and she didn't know yet if the little Princess was satisfied.

"Delicious. Little Xiyan did very well."

The little Princess swallowed a bite of egg tart and evaluated with certainty.

Simply an all-purpose little chef! Making them for the first time and the taste was so authentic. She even felt they tasted much better than those ridiculously expensive egg tarts she bought from that cake shop called "Royal City" in her previous life, if she remembered correctly...

As for many memories of her previous life, she felt they had become quite blurred. But she had already lived in this world for eighteen years. It was normal for memories from eighteen years ago to blur.

She didn't really mind. Dead was dead. Her previous life already had nothing to do with her. Rather than spending time reminiscing about the past, better to think about how to get that hentai Empress to "set her free"!