Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Talent In An Apocalyptic World-Chapter 113: Real Situation Of Solinthar And My Solution!

Once I had recovered from the effects of the magic, I got the chance to enjoy their cheers and bows. The scene was breathtaking, and for the first time, I actually felt like a god.

Before, I just proclaimed it in faith—that it would happen someday—but now it was right before me. People weren’t treating me like a king or a guardian. In their eyes, I was a divine being that transcended the capabilities of mortals.

Glancing through the crowd, I felt a surge of excitement flow through me, but then my ear perked up as I heard a sound in the distance.

Throom-throom-throom!

It was the sound of galloping, and I wasn’t the only one who heard it. Everywhere went quiet as we all looked into the distance in silence. It took nearly a minute, but a soldier in broken armor, soaked in blood and smeared with dirt, rode toward us with a terribly fearful look in his eyes.

My eyes narrowed, but my heart swelled with joy. I knew this meant the action was about to start.

"Field Arcanist Wilfred is dead! The North-Eastern valley has been seized!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he rode forward.

I noticed everyone pale at his words, their visages twisted with immense fear. Clearly, something really bad had happened, but I needed more context to understand the situation.

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— Palace War Room —

Thirty minutes later, I was in a room with a massive wooden desk, which held a map of the world. On it stood dozens of carved figurines representing cities, kingdoms, empires, landmarks, and more.

Standing beside me was High Marshal Varic Tormund, head of Solinthar’s military forces. The man was clearly a seasoned war hero, with a towering presence and a cold, calculating stare.

Varic wore heavy armor even in meetings, as if battle could erupt at any moment. He had short gray hair combed back neatly, and even his thick beards were well groomed.

Beside him was a woman known as Chancellor Mira Thornwell, overseer of internal affairs—food, taxes, and civilian control. She looked like the average 45-year-old brunette woman, dressed in layered black robes, and was probably the only one in this world who wore glasses.

At the right side of the table stood High Inquisitor Selric Vane, leader of the religious order. A gaunt figure in flowing crimson robes, with pale, near-translucent skin and hollowed cheeks. His eyes were stark white with no visible pupils, giving him an unnerving, almost blind gaze—though he seemed to see more than most. A thin circlet of flame-forged metal rested on his shaved head, and sacred scripture was tattooed in black ink down both arms.

At the other side of the table was the royal family—Queen Althea, Crown Princess Serena, and Prince Caelum. I was shocked to find out the royal family was also the head of the magical affairs of the empire.

"The Northwest valley has fallen, and the orc barbarians will make another attempt at the Northeastern valley," Varic said with a heavy sigh, and I looked at the map.

The Ashen Realms were located in the southern part of the continent. The path to the final ring was demarcated by a valley, making the path narrow.

This made it easy to defend against large armies. Because of that, only a small number of soldiers could be sent through the valley at each time—but Solinthar had managed to repel them... until now.

With the elf troops sitting at the entrance of the valley, their main forces could finally move through safely. And when that happened, the attack on the last ringed city would begin.

I didn’t need anyone to explain this to me. I was quite knowledgeable in warfare.

"We should send troops to attack the elf troops camping at the entrance of the valley. As long as we can push them back and retake the valley, we can stop the approaching army and buy more time!" Mira suggested, urgency bleeding into her tone.

Or should I say desperation?

"We simply don’t have enough troops!" Varic argued. "The orcs are already on the move, and we need to send soldiers to stop their advance. We don’t have enough troops to deal with the elves."

Bam!

Prince Caelum slammed the desk with his fist, his face twisted in frustration.

"Those selfish tribal chiefs!" he cursed.

Hearing this, I looked back at the map, at the human domain boldly labeled as Ashen Realms. Behind the empire were different figurines showing lesser cities and possibly kingdoms, which left me confused.

"What do you mean tribal heads?" I spoke up, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

They exchanged glances at first. The one to speak was Selric.

"Solinthar is not the only human settlement here. Deeper into the Ashen Realms are six minor kingdoms. They are insignificant, but together, they can give us the army we need to fight back against the invaders," he explained in a raspy, yet strangely soothing voice.

It was the kind of voice that could hold a person’s attention.

"But?" I raised an eyebrow, knowing there must be a reason these people weren’t part of the fight yet.

Selric inhaled deeply before he continued.

"While we share similar religion and beliefs, Solinthar has not always been on good terms with them. That, and the fact that our enemies promised to leave them alone if they don’t get involved in this war."

"Oooooh..." I muttered before shifting my attention to Serena, who seemed to have something to say.

"The main reason they won’t join us is because they don’t believe we can win," she added, and I nodded slowly.

It made sense. Why would they get involved in a losing battle that would most likely end in their deaths?

Avoidance was the only option.

"But that was before the Great One joined us."

Queen Althea’s voice boomed, and every head snapped in her direction—including mine. She was staring directly into my eyes from the other side of the table, with a strong conviction like never before.

Pa! Pa!

Pa! Pa!

I started clapping, with a genuine smile I hadn’t had in a while.

This was the kind of faith I needed from people around me.

Total belief.

I needed them to look at me like I had all the answers to their questions.

My claps slightly stunned the Queen and drew the attention of everyone, so I decided to speak my mind.

"Will you do as I say?" I asked.

"Yes!" Queen Althea responded before I could even finish. I was beginning to like this old monarch more.

"Good," I said, before walking around the table under everyone’s pensive gaze.

I stopped behind the Queen and placed my hands on her slightly hunched shoulders, attracting frowns, but no one spoke—since she didn’t complain.

"Rally the other kingdoms in my name. Tell them the Great One has arrived and demands their cooperation!"

Buzz!

Everyone exchanged shocked glances—except for two people: Queen Althea and Selric.

They waited patiently for the commotion to die down before giving their thoughts.

"Telling them about the wonders you’ve performed may be good, but it won’t be enough to convince them," Selric said, and Althea nodded before speaking.

"I was thinking it would be best for you to embark on that journey of gathering them yourself," she said, slightly looking over her shoulder—but I shook my head.

Letting go of the Queen, I walked around the table again and returned to my initial position.

"What do you think will move them? My words, or my actions?"

Buzz!

The Queen and the High Inquisitor exchanged glances before returning their confused gaze to me.

"What do you have in mind, my Lord?" Varic was the one to speak this time.

"Send an army to the Northeast to deal with the orcs—and this time, send enough. I won’t be there to save them," I said decisively. "As for the Northwestern valley, give me a thousand soldiers. 500 of your strongest men who can hold the shield wall, and 500 of your best archers. I’ll crush them and force the approaching elf army back!"

Silence.

The room went silent at my words, and this time everyone’s eyes were on me like I was the crazy one.

Only two people seemed excited by my words—Queen Althea and Selric.

"M... my Lord," Varic stuttered. "There are 10,000 elves holding that position. Are yo—"

"Did I stutter?" I shot Varic a cold glance, and my eyes revealed a fierce crimson glow while my eyelids began to crack, causing the man to stagger back.

"Like I said. I will win their hearts not with words but with action!" I spoke in a loud and much fiercer tone.

"The victory in the Northwestern valley has already been won. Focus on the Northeastern valley and make sure the orcs do not break through!"

"You heard the Great One!" Queen Althea spoke up. "Do as you are told!"

Buzz!

Everyone glanced at the old Queen—no one expected her to go along with this crazy plan.

"I will personally make a trip to these kingdoms and testify of your greatness. I will wait until word of your victory arrives and drag their leaders here to kneel at your feet!" Selric spoke up as well, causing everyone’s shocked gaze to shift to him.

A smile bloomed on my face.

It wasn’t surprising that the leader of the religion that deemed me the Chosen One would be on my side.

However, I didn’t think the Empress would have this much faith in me.

In fact, I thought she would feel intimidated by the love and attention I was gaining from her people.

But now I’m certain—I have both of them on my side.

There’s nothing to fear.

"Good... Let’s show these invaders that Solinthar is not an empire they can conquer!"

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