Su Lun spent the night resting at Rose Manor.
He was here to bid farewell, and now, it seemed that all his thoughts had become resolute.
He and Yekaterina were like long-lost friends reuniting, or lovers who had been separated for a long time, sharing a house as they once had, taking baths together, drinking wine, and chatting.
Whether it was the imperial emperor with grand strategies or the naively delightful poet Katusha, Su Lun felt that for him, they were irreplaceable people who gave meaning to his existence.
The next morning, Yekaterina left the manor early.
The mobilization had already been called the day before, and today she would lead a million well-prepared royal alchemy troops from the port to the Imperial Strait to participate in the ultimate battle.
The imperial emperor went to war himself, and the whole united empire was plunged into a tense atmosphere of warfare.
