"As, dear Miss Man. Her delicate heart may soon find itself shattered."

  In a hush, her words hung in the air, unnerving even Yvain who was uo deny the possibility. But then, with an eye-roll as dramatic as a knight's valahad interjected, “A, you swore eternal allegiao him.”

  At the Holy Grail ceremony, Landevale swiftly poured her Force esseo the cup—

  “This and that are entirely different matters!” she blurted, caught off guard, then awkwardly coughed. “I did it because it's the best option for our world.”

  Gahad, uerred, prodded, “Remember when you bcked out drunk, sobbed untrolbly after glimpsing His Majesty being charmed by noblewomen at gatherings?”

  “N-no, that had nothing to do with it! I definitely wasn't g because of that!” Landevale vehemently protested.

  “And you broke off yagement with His Majesty a decade past just to pursue knighthood, only to secretly regret it, correct?” Gahad’s patience wore thin.

  “NO, I DIDN'T!” Landevale yelled in exasperation.

  With a furious flush of embarrassment, the woman stormed away.

  Yvain tur Gahad, blinking in fusion. “oor Dame Landevale…”

  Gahad chuckled—”Cough, why, Your Majesty?”

  “Being eo someone like His Majesty? Breaking off the e seems wise..." Yvain sighed, shaking his head.

  “Your Majesty, your Master is also…”

  “Master is different. She’s crazy, so it’s fine!” Yvain boasted, proudly puffing out his chest. "His Majesty gave the nod to cut ties, and Dame Landevale must've pondered over it thhly, so what's there to fuss about, right?"

  “You’re so mature, Your Majesty,” Gahad smiled.

  A oacle in noble circles involved puppeteered es arranged when the partits were too nest to tie their own shoeces. It was more of an agreemeween families than individuals.

  Burn, previously showing as muterest in romantitas as a rock, likely had his own agenda, possibly involving ambitions and circumstahe abrupt pursuit of Man by a character like him was as out of pce as a cow in a chi coop.

  "As for Dame Landevale, she may have hit the nail on the head this time. But my Master handle heartbreak for once," Yvain intoned with a hint of bitter acceptance, ready to face the musibsp;

  The boy sighed helplessly. "She's left a trail of shattered hearts in her wake. It’s karma. This may just be the universe bang its books over a m cup of coffee."

  ***

  Ah, the grand theatrical produ of Soulnaught Empire's march towards the Inkia Kingdom, a journey filled with adventure, and a toupending doom.

  With banners billowing in the wind and armor g like a never-ending percussion ensemble, they khey were in for a treat—the treat being five days of grueling trekking.

  The army found themselves thrust into the wild embrace of nature. The western part of the tihey ruled was not called the "Land of Smooth Roads and Pleasaher" but rather the "Realm of Stubborn Mountains and Unfiving Terrain." How delightful.

  Through forests they trudged, swatting aesky branches and keeping a wary eye out for any woodnd critters plotting an ambush. A's not fet the joy of navigating those charming mountain passes—a delightful mix of heart-stopping cliffs and paths so narrow that even a squirrel would sider them tight.

  And oh, the supply wagons! Those poor, overburdened traptions creaked along like they had a personal grudge against their drivers, sometimes requiring the assistance of sturdy maation just to make it up a slight ine.

  Yet, through it all, Burn's army persevered with the kind of determination only found in those fag certain doom. Eaight brought a new adventure in makeshift camp-building, whether it be a cozy rocky outcropping or a spacious forest clearing (if they were lucky).

  And on the fifth day, as the sun zily peeked over the horizon, the valiant army finally arrived at the border of the Inkia Kingdom, their destination gloriously in sight.

  The real fun, of course, was yet to e as they prepared to face their foe otlefield.

  "Do you think it will still be the same?” Man asked.

  "The battle?” Burn asked back. “The battle won’t ge. I will still win."

  If it was the Battle of Inkia from every other loop, assassination attempts were like a game of poison-drenched darts aimed at Burn. He had "dodge assassination" on his daily to-do list. So, Burn, feeling like a walking target, strutted over to Inkia faster than you could say "dastardly deeds."

  But in this loop, strangely, it seemed like the would-be assassins hit a roadblo their diabolical pns. Burn couldn't help but notice a decrease in assassination attempts. Maybe the Round Table's vigince paid off after that disastrous wele party episode—nothing like a wake-up call to tighten security, right?

  With Man as his shadow, entering Burn's bedroom became a near-impossible feat for any budding assassin. A's not fet Yvain, the young King who stepped up his game alongside the rest of Burn's diligent subordinates.

  Thanks to that, this time, Burn didn’t have that much of an issue before his march.

  Speaking of, preparing the march itself with the Round Table crew went without a hitch. Percival alone was enough for Soulnaught, and the rest…

  Picturing Bedivere and Gawain chilling in Edensor with Yvain’s subordinates, probably arguing over battle strategies while Sagramore, Ered Howl held down the fort in the deserted Elysiay but not for long. Talk about a real estate upgrade.

  Of course, the VIP squad—Gahad, Landevale, Morien, Yvolt, and Tristan—stuck to Burn like a particurly loyal group of medieval paparazzi. 't g with that kind of backup crew, right?

  Then, if we were talking about references from other loops, after this, Inkia decided to py puppet master with their es, stirring up chaos like it was their favorite pastime.

  Wintersin would e for Soulnaught’s northern region, and Burn? Well, after the first battle here on the border of Inkia, he'd be off to show them how it's done, otle at a time.

  Troubles were far from over—seems like the assassins just couldn't resist spreading the love to other targets. Gahad found himself in the spotlight, rag up assassination attempts like badges of honor, holding the record for most attempts when they realized Burn was untouchable.

  Down the rank, Percival, Gawain, Bedivere, and even Landevale. Everyo a taste of the unwatention.

  The pressure cooker of danger must've been at boiling point when Burn decided to spread his wings and join battles far and wide, helping his knights to win them.

  Just whehought a break was in sight, Inkia decided to go full throttle. Like a puppeteer expertly maniputing strings with the resources of Saint Lucia Academy, they artfully stirred up flict between Burn and the various mythical unities.

  Now, involving the pacifist unities of mythical ranks was too much. Burn wasly thrilled about the prospect of dealing with the Southern Elven tribe or the Northern Dwarf unity.

  A's not fet Inkia’s delightful iy of herding Ord Goblin tribes to send them towards Soulnaughts outskirt vilges, spreading Burn's manpower ever so thin.

  So, it was no surprise that the grand spectacle of subduing Inkia ended up being a marathon sting a substantial two years. One could only imagihe sheer joy of all involved in such a prolonged and riveting affair.

  In hindsight, perhaps Inkia had a pent for turning what could have been a short-lived skirmish into a drawn-out saga for the ages. How thoughtful of them to gift Burn with such diverse challenges and opportunities for personal growth.

  In the end, one must end the sheer dedication and creativity dispyed by Inkia in making this flict a truly unfettable experience for all parties involved. Bravo, indeed.

  While it was clear that Burn knew everything that would happen, the strings of events were tricky to solve.

  He was definitely all-knowing, but also a vely id-back maniputor of events. In the previous loops, instead of dealing with them before they happened, he risked letting them happen anyway to lesseterfly effed make sure everything remained predictable.

  After all, why not dan the fine liween meddling and maintaining predictability? How ing of him to sit bad watch the chaos unfold before stepping in, all for the sake of keeping things on track. Of course, with minor adjustments.

  He didn’t lose much, and it was better in the long run, and in the end, Inkia’s struggle would be futile anyway. Inkia’s efforts were as effective as shouting at a brick wall in a hurrie.

  Sihey were the sed VIP er of the outsider, sed only to Veryon, their st attempt was to ask these out-world io avehem before throwing in the white towel of surrender.

  The outsiders would e, eventually, with the White Dwarf.

  But this time, the st boss had beeed, and the effect was butterflying. The knowledge from the past loops had bee utterly useless.

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  I'm so pumped for chapter 100. Man, it was such a fun write. I really like how it came out. 't wait to release it here after I write chapter 120 :'v

  A progression is so fun!