Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Today is December 2nd.

It's not any special holiday.

But this morning, the entire South Continent will focus on the southern giant, the Cerryti Empire.

Confirmed by various countries, the southern Cerryti Empire, after experiencing a Blood Clan turmoil, not only didn't lose their fortunes but instead birthed a Ninth-order powerhouse, who today will truly grasp the supreme power of the Cerryti Empire, ascending the throne for coronation.

At this critical moment, the emergence of a Ninth-order national hero in the Cerryti Empire is undoubtedly a shocking disaster for the allied countries currently in warfare.

The most unsettling thing is perhaps Hesintos' intention to continue the war started by Emperor Saint Baldo, unless the northern allied nations are willing to negotiate with him.

However, the allied nations' council understands that as an aggressor and the dominant party, the Cerryti Empire, under the leadership of Hesintos, has no intention to surrender, nor is it likely to surrender halfway at this moment, but instead, it will present more demanding conditions to exchange for peace from the allied forces.

If an agreement is signed, whether the Cerryti Empire will abide by it in the future is one matter, the price will surely be high to the point where they cannot afford it and lose what little counter-attack power they have today.

Since yesterday, some member states of the Kingdom Joint Council alliance have already expressed intentions to negotiate with the Cerryti Empire.

...

Hutton Kingdom.

Winter in Ichrite is not very cold, even in a morning like this.

Ichrite Academy's Alchemy College district.

The clear stream by the road meandered, reflecting the winter tree branches and leaves, particularly tranquil in this morning. Looking into the distance, the flower fields across were a part of the Alchemy Institute System Botanic Garden, also serving as a base for bioengineering teaching and research.

"Sigh, there's no interesting news lately, the whole Ichrite Academy feels lifeless..."

Lavisseir with her hands behind her, stepped on stones across the stream, sometimes balancing, sometimes nearly losing balance, wobbling through the shortcut.

Besides the magic energy recording camera hanging on her neck, there were also two work badges hanging from her chest, as a student council member and a reporter for "Hutton Daily."

As the student council's secretary, she typically does not attend student council meetings unless the president is really short-handed and calls her.

Now, there's hardly any work at the newspaper, so she's left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around the school.

The crimson brick buildings stood there, carved with the engineering secrets left by Sage Academy's history.

Her figure followed the deep veins of the school, moving along the familiar road.

Now the headlines are all about the war.

She doesn't like it at all.

No one reads news from a small reporter like her, it's all pushed into corners.

This year, Ichrite Academy lacks the lively energy it used to have when welcoming the end of the year.

Even tourists and residents passing through Ichrite Academy are rarely seen.

Most Ichrite newcomers find the academy complex and winding, unable to find their destination, but often there's a kind student to guide them.

Yet Lavisseir, now a third-year student, is thoroughly familiar with the vast Ichrite Academy grounds.

Thinking about it, Lavisseir quickly passed several important landmarks, heading towards Jera Memorial Square.

Usually, only here would be slightly bustling at any time.

Because there's an outdoor giant screen, everyone loves to watch it.

It was crafted by Magic Artisan Jera Zelt, who graduated from Ichrite Academy two hundred years ago, and if you look closely, you'll find many of his works throughout the academy.

Apparently, when Freshman Lanci first arrived, he was tested by Princess Vivian on the knowledge of Magic Artisan Jera, surprisingly answering with deeper insight than other art critics offered, which amazed Vivian a lot. At that time, Vivian foresaw that Lanci was not ordinary, and later her brother, Prince Aynor, took a liking to Lanci, eager to befriend him as a brother.

"Such a place brings back memories."

Lavisseir stopped, gazing at the square in sight.

Her adorable juniors, also known as the three bullies in Royal Capital, would always stir up crowds of students and teachers every time during the early phase of the Shadow World challenges at Jera Memorial Square.

This moment, the clock face hanging high on Sage Academy's clock tower smoothly pointed to eight in the morning, the outdoor giant screen embraced by teaching buildings on the square was broadcasting today's most important live event.

Because today's coronation ceremony of Cerryti could decide the future of the South Continent's warfare, even shape the course in the years to come.

"Hesintos is really no good, clearly they're invaders, yet after gaining power he still wants to continue fighting."

Ichrite students on the square steps passionately discussed.

"To us, he may be an enemy, but to Cerryti Empire residents, he's a guardian deity. If voluntarily acknowledging the mistakes of the warfare initiated by the preceding emperor, the Cerryti Empire would pay a huge price, which would undoubtedly harm the empire, Hesintos' decision-making direction has always been most beneficial to the empire."

"Moreover, whether it's the current battle situation or the additional Ninth-Order Divine Domain powerhouse, they all represent their huge advantage, it's impossible for them to voluntarily surrender. From their decision-making standpoint, the most correct thing is to resolutely fight on."