In the Name of Empress-Chapter 562 - 340: The Empress’s Handwritten Letter (Part 2)

Chapter 562: Chapter 340: The Empress’s Handwritten Letter (Part 2)

This is also why, despite their ability to mobilize an army of a million, the two allies have no choice but to respect Sofia.

You may disregard Sofia’s opinions, but you cannot disregard Sofia’s sword.

Angelina brought many documents, and Sofia only skimmed through them before issuing unified instructions, asking the Cardinal Minister to make appropriate arrangements.

Of course, she didn’t completely shirk her responsibilities; she picked up her pen and wrote a personal letter, very courteously inviting Roland to attend the tea party.

The time was set for Sunday.

How Roland would arrive at the Summer Palace by Sunday was Roland’s problem.

Seeing this handwritten letter, Angelina breathed a sigh of relief, her smile returning to her face, adding a bit of shine to her slightly darkened circles from fatigue.

After further consulting Sofia on urgent matters that required swift handling, Angelina carefully tucked the personal letter into her bosom and took her leave.

Sofia never turned back, merely gazed silently at the frozen sea surface.

An excellent port is an obsession of the Rurik People; the northern bear has an almost obsessive yearning for the vast ocean.

Unfortunately, they have none.

The northern port freezes for at least four months in winter, and its capacity for throughput is limited during the thawing period.

The southern port requires passage through two straits controlled by the Nubian Kingdom, which is also inconvenient.

Aside from this, there are several small exclave ports, all of which require passage through other countries for large-scale transactions, making it very troublesome.

This war, her insistence on partitioning the Wende Empire also had the aim of seizing a port.

However, Roland’s insistence on supporting the restoration of the Wende Empire annoyed her somewhat.

Sofia stood up, walked slowly to the window, opened it, and let the cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, drift inside.

It was another winter dusk with snow flying everywhere.

If it were her in the past, she would surely have loved this kind of weather, but after the Battle of White Mountain, her special attachment to snow dissipated with that astounding sword strike. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

What was cut was not only the arrogant Judges but also the path she once walked.

It was a wonderful and innocent era; she once had three companions, each choosing the path of Feng Rao, Light, and Nature, while she chose Frosty Winter.

The austerity of winter matched well with her personality of enjoying solitary time.

In those years, to suppress the negative emotions accumulated during cultivation, she would sleep for a while under the Polar Glacier every winter.

The opportunity to ascend to the Divine Domain beckoned to them, and they agreed to linger a bit longer on the Material Plane.

The departure of the Ascenders would significantly impact the Material Plane; if Ascenders could use the Power of Faith to reinforce the Material Plane before leaving, they could minimize the damage to the Material Plane.

Theia was, after all, their homeland, and Sofia thought it would be good for them to ascend to the Divine Domain, leaving something for their homeland before departing.

They agreed to jointly create thirty-two Divine Artifacts to fortify their homeland’s defenses.

These thirty-two Divine Artifacts would construct a strong Plane Wall, preventing the invasion of external demons.

The newly created Plane Wall fortified by the thirty-two artifacts would not only hinder external demons but also make it nearly impossible for them to return to their homeland.

Sofia decided to travel every corner of her homeland before leaving.

She was the youngest among the four Goddess candidates, much younger than the other three, so she was still full of nostalgia for her homeland.

One snowy winter day, as usual, she went to the Polar Glacier to search for materials to forge Divine Artifacts and hibernate for a few weeks.

The other three knew her habits and didn’t interfere with her.

They each went to different parts of the world to gather materials.

This should have been an unremarkable winter season, an ordinary busy day before they left their homeland.

However, when Sofia awoke, she couldn’t find the other three.

After desperately searching, she looked at the Plane Wall with a backdoor left open and instantly understood.

She had been abandoned.

The Theia Plane had been abandoned.

The three Goddesses never intended to do anything for their homeland. The whole notion of ascending to divinity first to lead later ascendancy was never in their plans; it was all just Sofia’s wishful thinking.

They had been planning to leave her behind and secretly head to the Divine Domain all along.

If it were just that, Sofia would have been saddened but not blamed them, everyone having different ideas, moving on separate paths from here.

However, they destroyed the Divine Artifacts, left vulnerabilities in the Plane Wall, creating a backdoor for them to return during the Plane’s annihilation and rebirth.

Their intentions were clear.

They didn’t want to share with future generations; they wanted everything for themselves.

If it were just that, Sofia would have been contemptuous but not overly angry.

After all, people are selfish, and gods are no exception.

Making choices most beneficial for themselves doesn’t seem wrong.

However, the thoughts of the three Goddesses were even more malicious; they wanted to consume not only the benefits of ascending but everything from their homeland.

They left a backdoor for themselves to return and harvest when the Material Plane was annihilating and being reborn.

What they wanted was to consume the entire Plane.

Including Sofia, who missed the ticket to ascend to divinity.

Sofia opened her right hand, leaving only a sword hilt in her palm, as the Ice Attribute Divine Artifact Bright Blue Fury vanished with that sword strike.

Also disappearing was all the Ice Attribute power within her.

She had tried many times.

She attempted to complete the set of thirty-two Divine Artifacts, repair the Plane Wall, to prevent their return, but while Divine Artifacts were feasible to create, the damaged Plane Wall could not be repaired.

This backdoor also became the means through which the Divine Punishment Legion later descended.

Though costly, as long as the price was paid, the Divine Punishment Legion would arrive as promised.

With the departure of the three Goddesses, Sofia’s kindness and gentleness completely died; she only wanted to protect her homeland and, incidentally, punish the deserters.

She wielded the sharp blade, ruthlessly removing the opposition, ultimately establishing an unprecedented unified Empire at the end of the Age of Gods.

On the human stage, she had no opponents, except for the Divine Punishment Legion.

She owned the whole world but had no trustworthy companions; in the ultimate Divine Punishment War, she faced the tidal wave of the Divine Punishment Legion alone.

She detonated the Divine Artifact Azure Rainbow, perishing together with the Divine Punishment Legion, and her soul entered the Netherworld, undergoing countless cycles of reincarnation.

It was not until the Sixth Era that she awakened her memories once again.

Sofia’s lips slightly curved upward, allowing the sea breeze to lift her hair, the ends brushing her cheeks, the flaxen strands stroking her face, sending tingling sensations.

Her once ocean blue hair returned to its original color, and her blue eyes changed back to a pale gold.

She seemed to return to the carefree presence of being with her parents.

Or to those endless moments shared with her three unrelated "sisters."

But she knew well, that times could not return.

The three "sisters" had become implacable foes, her parents had turned to dust in history, even if she could cross the Nether River she would be assigned a new soul, no longer her kin.

Perhaps this is where destruction breeds new life.

Sofia sighed softly, drawing back her neck, leaving the window where the cold wind blew directly.

It had been a long time since she felt this kind of weakness.

This sense of smallness and void gave her a long-lost thrill of joy from becoming slightly stronger.

Sofia suddenly felt like laughing.

The world’s strongest believe her to be the only Tier Four superpower, further deeming she holds the strength rivaling the Holy Sanctuary.

Those who participated in the Battle of White Mountain would never muster the idea of challenging her with force.

They would never guess that she is now the weakest among the sixty survivors of the Battle of White Mountain.

If someone were to break into the Summer Palace now, they would have a perfect opportunity to kill her while she’s at her weakest.

Yet they dare not.

After such a world-shaking sword strike, none dared draw their blade against her.

Sofia took a fur coat from the coat rack, wrapped herself, gazing at the encroaching nightfall, feeling the layered warmth the bear fur brought, she suddenly felt a bit curious.

What was Roland up to?

She certainly didn’t expect that Roland was tirelessly creating life.

As agreed, he should have reported to Saint Rurik Palace long ago, but Sif wouldn’t let him go.

Unless...

"You can’t leave unless you leave a pure-blooded heir for the York Clan."

Sif wore a solemn expression, dragging Roland into the bedroom, relentlessly working to ensure the continuation of the family.

Outside the window, the Blue Moon hung in the sky, the accompanying satellite dimly glowing.

Inside, moonlight flowed like water, and mischievous little spirits frolicked in the Life Garden...