Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1491 - 857: The Beginning of Principal Lanci’s Holiday

On a clear winter morning, after being washed by the biting winter wind, the bright pale blue sky became exceptionally crystal clear.

Sunlight filtered through the spotless window glass into the ward, casting a faint golden halo over the entire pure space.

The interior of the ward was mainly decorated in a natural wood tone, with light brown wooden floors and furniture complemented by white walls and fabrics.

"Violet, thank you for your protection of my sister all along. Thanks to you, the Blood Clan didn't dare to approach Saint Kray Monastery."

The Ninth Army God Marquis Ryan sincerely bowed to Violet, who had just woken up in the hospital bed this morning.

During the time he was controlled, the Blood Clan even harbored ill intentions towards his sister Ursula. Without Violet's firm stance, Ryan might have long violated Ursula's wishes and taken her back to the Marquess' House. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"It was a small matter. At the time, I felt Ursula was a bit afraid to go home, so I had to protect my students and warned you a bit. But honestly, I thought if she was taken back, she would be forced into a marriage. I didn't expect it to be so complicated."

Violet replied with a smile, her face no longer showing signs of weakness.

"But why are you all so free?"

She looked at her military leader colleagues and asked.

When Violet woke up today, she only saw Secretary Nela. After chatting briefly to understand the earth-shaking changes in Brilda, Nela rushed back to the Main Hall to continue her work.

Even with the self-healing of the Wolf Clan, repairing a damaged heart would take a long time. Before that, Violet might not regain her original combat strength and would have to rest in the hospital, so Nela had to work hard and continue to act as the acting principal.

"We don't need to go to the front line anymore. The war is now moving in the direction of peace negotiations, and as for the rear, there's nothing much for us to do."

The Second Army God Salon spoke from the sofa on one side of the hospital room.

"Theoretically, if we want to be busy, the work could be endless, meow."

Bianca's tail twitched as she sat cross-legged on the sofa, leisurely adding.

Now, some folks have taken all the work away.

Among the War Gods, besides the deceased Hesintos and the recovering Violet, six of the remaining ten didn't believe Julius back then. As the mistaken party, they took on all the aftermath work, while the other four War Gods could finally take a rare break.

Thus, upon learning of Violet's awakening, they quickly gathered in the ward where Violet was.

The "Elseya Holy Sanctuary Healing Center" at Saint Kray Monastery is located near the center, slightly to the south, adjacent to the bustling Main Hall Avenue yet hidden in a quiet street corner. It comes with a park-sized large garden and has an excellent geographical position, providing easy access for students, faculty, and residents alike for medical treatment.

This affiliated hospital provides comprehensive medical services of the Cerryti Empire, including a 24-hour emergency department, general practitioner services, specialist services, and medical research and education services. The main building of the medical center is a multi-story holy temple building modified from ancient architecture, which looks simple and stylish yet retains artistic beauty.

Through the corridors between the buildings, one can vaguely see the peaceful scenes in the garden below with nurses occasionally pushing patients in wheelchairs for some fresh air.

Just like their current mood.

"You really have strong vitality. What on earth did you grow up on?"

Julius sat on a chair by the bedside, peeling a fruit with a small army knife without looking at Violet, muttering to himself.

"Why, seeing me alive again, you still have that look like I owe you money."

Violet listened to Julius's tone and was reminded of Julius's bad temper on the night of the Moon Goddess festival when he suddenly came to scold her abruptly.

From the moment she met her War God companions, Julius had spoken the least.

And when he finally spoke, it was something like this.

"..."

But unusually, this time Julius didn't complain further. He just quietly sliced the peeled apple.

"Don't start bickering every time you two meet, meow."

Bianca sighed with a cat-like pout.

On the day Julius learned that Violet was still alive, his eyes were red, and now the always strong Julius had reverted to his cold and aloof demeanor.

A long pause.

The other War Gods also remained silent, as if waiting for Julius to speak.

"Violet, I was rude that day."

Julius stopped the small army knife in his hand and apologized to Violet.

"I'm used to it. How can I blame you?"

Violet replied with a smile.

"..."

Then came another silence from Julius.

Salon, sitting on the sofa in the distance, gripped his sword hilt a bit tighter, which was noticed by a vigilant Bianca beside him.

She sensed that Salon wasn't gripping his sword out of a genuine intent to act, but rather because he was a bit anxious.

"By the way, now that Hesintos is gone, the position of the empire's commander-in-chief is vacant, right?"

Seeing Julius mute as if he were dumb, Violet turned to ask the War Gods in the room.

According to the order of succession, now the strongest War God, Salon, is a martial fanatic and probably wouldn't agree to take over the position of commander-in-chief. If we have to say what Salon wants to do, he probably only wants to spar with strong figures like Sigrid and Loren.

"The candidate for the new commander-in-chief initially should have been Jasper, but she found it hard to accept her two consecutive mistakes and thus recommended Julius for the position."

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