Dimension Game Empire Chapter 416

“Heard you’ve imprisoned Princess Alice?”

The next day, just as Xia Yan arrived at the headquarters of the “She-Wolf” magic society—a place temporarily requisitioned as the base of the Imperial Dao Integration Alliance—and met with Erica, the blonde girl sitting at the desk handling political affairs smiled and teased him.

“Demon King, are you bored and planning to stage a fairy tale where the Demon King imprisons the princess, only to be challenged by a hero?”

“Unfortunately, reality is often crueler than fairy tales—by the time the hero comes knocking, the princess would have already been eaten clean by the Demon King—’eaten’ in every sense of the word.” Xia Yan smiled casually, “A true Demon King wouldn’t be so naive.”

“What a Demon King with a terrible personality…”

Erica shrugged and sighed.

“And you’ve selfishly pushed a pile of work onto me… Thanks to you, I’ve lost several pounds…”

Currently, among Xia Yan’s subordinates, Erica is the only one skilled at gauging people’s hearts, dealing with others, and possessing considerable political acumen. Of course, other magic societies might have similar talents, but none of them are Xia Yan’s confidantes.

Just how busy it is to manage the newly formed, unified Imperial Dao Integration Alliance—one can tell from the fact that Erica has even pulled in Liliana, who knows nothing about political affairs, to help.

Right now, it’s just the Italian magic world, which is manageable, but when they truly dominate all of Europe, Erica alone will definitely be too busy—that’s why Xia Yan wanted to bring Princess Alice, the weak and delicate genius, under his wing.

There’s no helping it; a power might lack a strong fighter, but it absolutely cannot lack competent politicians.

“There’s no way, if I had to do this kind of rule-following, daily political affairs, I would quickly lose interest—” Xia Yan said with a clear understanding of himself. It’s not that he lacks the talent to do such things; on the contrary, if he were to learn, he could do it better than anyone.

However, he’s not interested.

If the ‘king’ who leads a country is divided into a wise ruler and a foolish ruler, he is neither.

Xia Yan can only be a ‘chaotic king’ who stirs up war, not suitable to be a ‘wise ruler’ of a stable era. It’s in his nature—and he has no intention of changing. As for how to govern an empire once it’s conquered—he’ll just toss it to his descendants to play with when he’s tired of it.

He is just such a willful person.

“I know that very well.”

Erica was slightly taken aback, then returned to her composed and confident smile.

“It’s precisely because you desire victory and freedom more than anyone else that I follow you—even Liliana doesn’t know this as well as I do.”

The two suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

No words are more touching than ‘heart-to-heart’.

“By the way, you’ve probably already guessed the reason I called you here today, right?”

Erica sorted through the documents, stood up from her seat, and spoke. Xia Yan was slightly taken aback, and only with great effort did he recall the order he had given at the Roman mansion before.

“That’s right, the ritual is ready—all that’s missing is the participation of a witch.”

Spirit summoning—a god-inviting ritual.

Marquis Voban had also attempted this ritual three years ago—through the help of ‘witches’ who are descendants of the Earth Mother, and the use of divine instruments, to summon a Heretic God. It was an idea that Xia Yan had come up with in a flash of inspiration while studying magic.

He casually mentioned it to Erica, but she took it as an order.

Of course, Xia Yan wasn’t like Marquis Voban, who could only find amusement in life by killing gods. Facing the upcoming war in the European magic world, he had no interest in fighting Heretic Gods. Instead, Xia Yan had suddenly had another idea at that time.

The ritual to summon a Heretic God—summons them from the myths of this world. Depending on the origin of the divine instrument and the ‘god’, it can summon a specific god that one wants to summon. This reminded him of a certain famous Holy Grail ritual.

Servants in the Type-Moon world can also be specifically summoned through relics.

Both rely on a medium for directional summoning.

If—this summoning method were applied to his ‘Dimensional Contract’, could it also create directional summoning?

If he possessed a certain medium, could he directionally summon the contractors he wanted from the vast multiverse? This was a very tempting idea; if he could summon them according to his will, he wouldn’t have to worry about a lack of talent at all.

“Is it ready?”

As this idea resurfaced, Xia Yan couldn’t help but become interested. During this period of preparation for war, he was feeling somewhat idle.—Of course, the land of Europe was of great significance to him.

It was the key that could allow him to transcend the limitations of Campione.

“Yes, but…”

Erica said, revealing a bitter smile.

“However, Marquis Voban’s summoning of a Heretic God three years ago caused the deaths of one-third of the qualified ‘witches’ in Europe, and Italy has very few left. Moreover, other magic societies in Europe are now resisting us, so we can’t gather any witches at all…”

“I’m afraid we can’t immediately perform the summoning until you’ve completely conquered Europe.”

Italy’s lack of witches—this was unexpected for Xia Yan.

And because of the ‘Conquest Order’, other places in Europe would not cooperate with him now, which could be said to be a self-inflicted problem.

However, Xia Yan, who had been piqued with interest, would not be deterred by such a small setback.

“Erica, I remember that in the East—there is a country that seems to have more ‘witches’ than other countries due to its unique mythological system, right?” Xia Yan slowly looked at the world map hanging on the wall and smiled with interest.

Xia Yan’s words made Erica slightly stunned. Following his gaze, she looked at the world map. After frowning for a moment, the girl immediately understood Xia Yan’s meaning, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise, and a look of disbelief appearing on her face.

A unique mythological system—

A large number of witches—

And in the East…

Eight million gods, shrine maidens, the island of the Orient—Japan.

This country, which is very low-key in the magic world and has never produced a Campione from ancient times to the present, appeared in Erica’s mind.

“Don’t tell me… you’re eyeing that country again…” Erica said, not knowing whether it was helplessness or astonishment, and rubbed her forehead with difficulty: “My Demon King… we’re about to go to war with the whole of Europe, and you still think there isn’t enough trouble…”

“What are you saying, Erica? If your vision isn’t broad enough, you won’t be able to keep up with me…”

Xia Yan raised his hand and stretched it towards the world map, slowly pressing it on the island nation in the Far East. His crimson eyes flashed with a playful smile, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“A small plot of land, we’ll just take it!”