I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 348 The Imperial Palace

"Your Majesty, the formal attire you commissioned to be purchased a few days ago has been completed, and your subjects are awaiting your arrival at the palace square."

The Lucy Empire, powerful and unified! Since the empire unified the vast northern lands and defeated the various regimes of the dwarves and bear-men, Yeka, as an empress, became the absolute ruler of this land.

"I see."

A cold voice filled the palace. Yeka's will was the sole will of the empire. She turned her gaze south to the Federal Republic of Amelan, a nation founded by Alice Delalaye, which was about to succumb to her steel, just like the other nations in the central part of the continent.

With her gray hair and tall, aloof demeanor, Yeka, though very young, was the one who, in the unification campaign of that year, executed the nobles who intended to rebel within the duchy, integrated the industrial power of the dwarves, wiped out the dwarven elders who intended to resist, quelled the revolutionaries of Silshish, and restored the glory of the bear-men.

She could not forget the days when she wandered alone in Amelia, nor could she forget the time when her father was killed by her enemies. Now, the great revenge has been taken, and the empire is about to be established.

With her maids serving her with trepidation, she dressed in her finest attire. News came from the front lines that the Imperial vanguard had entered Trian—the spiritual capital of Amelancy, now the second largest city in Amelancy, and also Alice de la Leyer's home.

Trian is now offered to her, Empress Catherine, as a gift won by the soldiers of the Empire.

She stepped out of the imperial capital, now named "Saint-Yekaburg," as millions of people shouted for glory. She raised her hand, and thousands of Lucy Snowmen fell silent.

"Glory belongs to Lucy!"

On the streets of St. Yekaterburg, the imperial tricolor flag fluttered in the wind as the army marched forward. The Lucy Empire, under the leadership of Catherine the Great, was becoming increasingly prosperous, and its ambitions were growing ever larger.

As Catherine Petrovna strode through the palace, several imperial officers approached and saluted her. She nodded in acknowledgment and said, “Gentlemen, you are here to answer the questions from before. I am all ears.”

"Of course, Your Majesty, the scholars of the Empire have answered your question—Alice Delalaye, she is very likely, and extremely likely, to return to the Federal Republic of Amelan."

Ekater Petrovna also admired Alice. When she lived and studied in Emiliacy under an assumed name, she tried every means to learn more about Alice. Unfortunately, Alice was not a person who sought fame and fortune. She did not even publish her own works. Her words could only be seen in newspapers.

Although she admired her so much, Eka Petrovna also understood that the current Federal Republic of Amelansi was her number one enemy. Despite her current control of Amelansi's northern territories, the Empire's several attacks on Port Hilla and the Aidon Railway outside Trian had all ended in failure. In Port Hilla, the Northern War Zone Commander-in-Chief Charles Desler was actively planning the Northern Campaign, and nearly 300,000 Amelansi armed forces were singing their national anthem and fiercely resisting the attack of the Lucy Snow Empire's army.

"If she comes to Amelia, are you confident you can prevent her from coming?"

Yeka said coldly, "In the Lucy Empire, some people say that Empress Yeka is like a biting cold wind, unbearable, but the stronger she is, the more the people of Lucy support her."

"Lucy the Snowman is a pure admirer of strength."

This statement is absolutely correct: whoever can lead Lucy to victory will rule Lucy.

The war against Amelansi was not only driven by the determination to secure a western outlet to the sea for the Lucy Empire, but also by the desire to prove that Yeka was no less capable than Alice.

Even though the Empire's soldiers pierced through Amelansi, the return of Alice made her feel somewhat nervous—a legend repeated a thousand times is still just a legend, but when a legend becomes reality, the power it unleashes is astonishing.

What is a legend? It is something that is told in countless languages. But if a legend becomes reality, it is more than just a story.

"Concentrate your forces and attack Port Hilla."

She left behind a message and departed with her entourage.

Alice sat upright on the Vigilance II. The blonde female captain nodded to her and shared the tea she had left on the ship. Valery Sabrina already showed some signs of aging. She looked at Alice, just as she had over a decade ago, but the Alice of today was no longer the naive princess she had first met over a decade ago.

"Alice."

Bringing hundreds of thousands of people back to Star City was no easy task, especially since some of them did not want to continue fighting—they preferred to continue working and leave the battlefield.

Alice agreed. Of the hundreds of thousands of people, more than 30,000 had submitted their discharge applications. Star City could easily accommodate that many people—as a megacity originally designed to hold tens of millions, Star City currently only has about 600,000 residents, even after recruiting a large number of people.

But many more people—some were American, some were mercenaries, and some were young people who wanted to make progress—were willing to continue serving in the Department of Defense.

"There's something you need to know about Amelansie."

Alice took a sip of tea and nodded.

"The current government in Amelansi was forced to step down amid protests that have spread across almost the entire country, and an emergency parliament is being convened."

"Then, several people from Amelia are looking for you."

Alice remained silent, simply looking at the newspaper. She stretched her somewhat weary body, and Sabrina knew Alice was tired. She nodded, left the newspaper and documents, patted Alice on the shoulder, and then left the room.

Alice reflected on everything she had done up to this point. She had done a lot, and there was not enough time to do a lot, but at least there was still something she could do.

She stared at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then rummaged through the documents and newspapers. She pulled out a book from among them.

She glanced at "The Biography of Alice Delalaye," then tossed it aside—her achievements would be judged by posterity, and whatever people thought of her was irrelevant to her.

She found several old documents that had been left in Trian before, which she had asked Ange to retrieve before the Imperial army entered Trian.

These documents contain several names, mostly elderly people, but even they still have influence today.