Enemies Are All Nourishment for My Fungi

"...What?!" The Old King, with his drooping eyelids due to age, suddenly widened his eyes, "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could they suddenly become so powerful? Directly finding our Royal Capital? Did someone betray us?"

"That I don't know, they didn't tell me in detail, just informed me that our Selsa Country is finished."

"Were you taken away for questioning earlier?"

"Yes, Father."

"What did they ask you?"

"They wanted to know which Fusion Zones are within our borders."

"And what then? What did you tell them?"

"I told them the truth, the basic knowledge of the Fusion Zones, they were very surprised, as if they were hearing such news for the first time."

"Go on, what else was said?"

"Nothing much afterwards, they are currently transporting supplies within my territory."

"What?! They're in your territory? Did you take them there?"

"No, Father, they have a Space Great Wizard who can open Space Transmissions with bare hands; you see how I suddenly appeared just now, that's how I was brought back."

"Oh my, how did they suddenly acquire such talent?!"

The Old King was utterly incredulous, yet he had no choice but to believe, as his eldest son had appeared this way, this was the best evidence of the enemy country possessing a Space Department Great Wizard.

"What do we do now?"

"Father, face reality, we have lost our country." Deep said these words with great difficulty.

"Impossible! How could we lose our country? Absolutely impossible!"

The Old King naturally could not accept such a reality.

"I was sitting nicely in the Royal Palace, how did we lose our country? I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!"

The Old King suddenly stood up, waving his hands.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

His sudden madness frightened Deep and shocked those around him, the Old Queen hurried over and, together with her eldest son, pushed him back down to sit on the ground.

The mistresses and children surrounding the Old King stepped a bit further away, finding the news of Selsa's sudden downfall hard to accept, and at such a time, their status didn't qualify them to stand forward.

It could only be said that now everyone was a captive; that was one family, and this was the mistresses and children. To the victors, whose status was more significant was clear as day.

The two mistresses exchanged glances and took their children amidst the chaos to the place where supplies were piled, pretending to set up tents.

"Lamu'er, what are you planning now?"

"I don't know." The woman called Lamu'er, a bit older, with two daughters in their teens, glanced at the other with ill humor, "Baberti, if you have any ideas, just say them."

"Everyone has become captives, what idea could I have, just feeling pity for you."

"What am I pitiful about?"

"Your children are grown, aren't you afraid they'll be made to do hard labor by the others? They're different from the children on that side, they don't have such luck."

Baberti cast a glance at the King and Queen's group, her gaze lingering on the children born to the Crown Prince Consort.

"What am I afraid of, at least they're grown, even if they have to labor, they can do it. But your daughters, they're about the same age as the Dipper family's children, you should be the one to wonder about what happens if they separate your family and make you do hard labor, how long could you last?"

Baberti's face showed evident tension, but she quickly forced herself to appear calm.

"Oh, if you put it that way, I'm not too worried. After all, I've been favored these years, I know quite a lot. If I were to use that to trade, I should be able to secure a better life for me and my children, but you, well, that's uncertain."

Lamu'er ignored Baberti's smirk, turned her head with a cold face, instructing her children to move the tents they needed, leaving Baberti alone in the original spot busy.

Baberti's children were young, unable to help their mother; overwhelmed with confusion, she couldn't even drag a rolled tent, angrily kicking it a few times, hurting her foot in the process, had no choice but to occupy a pile of things with the children, planning to find help later.

The other nobles nearby, seeing the Old King's mistresses moving, also felt anxious inside, stopped staring blankly, and joined the scramble for items.

They all understood that only tents in this wilderness could give them the necessary sense of security; otherwise, they would have nowhere to rest come nightfall.

Such urgency made them temporarily disregard the lost kingdom.

Or rather, by keeping busy, they avoided facing reality, dared not think if the kingdom was truly gone.

The Old King was still panting, his emotions unable to calm down.

"Right, Deep, are we the only ones captured? What about your brother?"

"He isn't here."

"Good then, what about the others?"

"Those few people? They're not here either, but the enemy is already going to catch them. They're searching for their private Transmission Platforms in the Royal Capital."

"Did you tell them?"

"Yes, we were captured, become a fallen monarch. If we let them roam outside, they might one day claim to restore the Selsa Country. If they negotiate some agreement with that country and truly crown a new King, what do we do? Would the whole family face beheading? If we're captives, we should at least be together."

"Hahaha, well done."

The Old King laughed for a while, and his previously turbulent emotions finally calmed down gradually.

"Father..."

The Old King waved his hand, "We've lost the country, don't call me Father anymore."

"Yes, Father and Mother, we should prepare the tents. If night falls, it won't be easy. It's uncertain if those who captured us will return tonight."

"Alright, hurry up. All the stuff is being snatched by those people; now that we've lost the country, they don't care about our family."

The Prince chuckled bitterly a couple of times, led his wife, and joined the scramble for resources.

Those already scrambling for supplies didn't care if a former Prince came forward, teaming up to form a human wall, not letting the couple squeeze in, with some even discreetly nudging him with elbows.

What Ye Nai put down, the supplies were sufficient, but human nature craved more for oneself; the scene was already chaotic, and now with more people sneaking in, it became even more chaotic.

Seeing himself being crowded out, Deep didn't retreat but targeted a person struggling to drag a well-rolled tent, and promptly elbowed their waist, pulling the person aside to drag the tent himself.

His wife was no delicate flower either, following her husband's actions, lifted her dress and kicked with her heel at the opponent's knee pit; that person, who was about to stand, was once again kicked back to the ground.

Dipul took the opportunity to drag the tent away.