Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Number Four, is it hot?"

Lanci remembered that night when Secretary Nyla said Number Four was the closest to external aid among the members of the Silvermoon Reform Association. Typically, no matter the problem, he would remain aloof, unless the situation was truly desperate, in which case he might intervene as a member of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

Looking at Alexia's expression, even though she knew it was difficult for one person to change the situation, she could only make a last attempt.

Number Four must be an individual of significant power and influence, to make Alexia see a glimmer of hope in him.

"Let me contact him first, Tolyado, could you grant me access?"

Alexia looked towards Tolyado, the founder of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

She, Tolyado, Abigail, and Barton, along with a few others ahead in sequence, were basically the founding members of the organization.

"No problem."

Tolyado straightforwardly took out his Sacred Communication device, granting access to Number Five.

Only when he, Number One, opened access could other members communicate privately among themselves; otherwise, only Numbers One and Two could independently contact each other.

Princess Alexia clutched her Sacred Communication device and immediately contacted Number Four of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

"Everyone thinks he acts without thinking, but actually, he's my lucky charm, always able to help me. Sometimes he's truly reckless, while other times it's intentional. This way, even if he makes some confusing moves at crucial times, no one would suspect he harbors ulterior motives."

Alexia muttered, with not much hope held.

Not because Number Four was strong enough to turn the tide, but because she had to believe in some mysticism now, viewing this person to always possess a strangely potent luck.

As she awaited connection, the brief moment sounded like the heartbeat of others.

Hearing Alexia speak like this, Number Four seemed to be a top conspirator too.

Fortunately, it didn't take two seconds before the call was connected, and it seemed the other party had waited for Alexia's contact for more than a month.

"It's me, I managed to escape from the Imperial Palace."

Alexia reported her safety to the other party.

"That's great, as long as you're safe. I tried to find you, but you had disappeared."

The male voice transmitted via Sacred Communication Magic breathed a sigh of relief.

"Julius, can you help us? I'll explain everything later, but you absolutely cannot trust Hesintos; tonight's events are all orchestrated by him."

Alexia pleaded to the other party.

Precisely because of their longstanding trust, she believed he would first believe her.

The people in the second-floor apartment of the Brielda Opera House were astonished upon hearing Alexia call Number Four's name.

"Julius?"

"Red Tourmaline Seat, Tenth Army God?"

"Do we have someone in the army gods too?"

The group next to the sofa looked at each other in surprise.

Sixth Military God Violet could only be considered temporary external aid, merely agreeing to help them in combat against the Blood Clan, not completely violating her position as an Army God to join them. Now, Alexia told them a member among the Army Gods was actually one of the core members of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

Yet thinking about it, it made sense; Number Four was the only member who hadn't been in Brielda over a month ago, and Julius indeed hadn't returned to the capital, Brielda, at that time.

"So that day..."

Talia was stunned, able to understand why on the night of the Moon Goddess Festival, when Lanci took her cat-form to the Main Hall to see Violet, the Tenth Army God Julius would argue with Violet in her office beforehand.

At the time, she heard a male voice, passionate and angry, coming from behind the door to the Violet Priest Hall, shouting "Violet! It's all your fault!" and also heard a loud pounding on the table outside.

Inside, Violet's voice was unusually irate, more seasoned with helplessness.

She told Julius, being a High Priestess, she couldn't always make rash decisions like Julius, advising not to blame everything on others.

Receiving a tirade of verbal abuse, Violet was bewildered.

Finally, Julius said, "Fine, you're right, talking to you is a waste of my time," then slammed the door and left, telling Violet, "The Empire is in this state because of indecisive people like you always considering unnecessary things!".

Reflecting on these conversations now.

Talia feared Julius might deeply regret it and slap himself.

Highly likely because Violet was dispatched to Botswana Province, indirectly enabling the Blood Clan to successfully detain Alexia, causing the recently returned Tenth Army God Julius to discover he couldn't contact Alexia, leading to his outburst and argument with Violet.

"Indeed, Julius is my trusted member to whom I entrusted the fourth Sacred Communication Magic of the Silvermoon Reform Association."

Alexia confirmed once again to everyone present.

The fourth Communication Magic created by Abigail was handed over to Julius by Alexia the moment she got it. Having Julius as such a powerful ally was her initial faint hope to resist the Blood Clan in the Cerryti Empire.

"Even if I assist you from within and outside, there's no hope to stop Hesintos' coronation."

Julius pondered for a while and spoke to the people of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

Despite not having met the group face-to-face, he was also unsure of the identity of other members, but he had already acquainted himself with them through group communication.