Chapter 140: Concerning the United Nations Assembly

The ceremony concluded, and everyone returned to the military headquarters. The outward show of deference from earlier had now completely changed. Within Treshi’s system, there existed an entirely different hierarchy.

Being a marshal did not necessarily mean holding the highest rank here; all ranks were tied directly to individual contributions. Roger naturally held a high rank, but the three grand marshals were not far behind. The ones most affected by this system, however, were the mid- to lower-level officers. In theory, they were only responsible for minor duties within their own armies. Yet, under Treshi’s system, each of them had a specific role. Their potential was unlocked and applied where most suitable. Like an ordinary soldier with a talent for command being promoted to an officer, while those without such gifts—even if already officers—were assigned to regular troops.

Sometimes, even they themselves did not know where their talents lay, and all of this required development through Treshi’s system. Like data, Cole analyzed everyone’s attributes through computers to obtain detailed metrics. Each person was digitized, their every attribute compared and replaced—this technology Cole called Quantum Data Science. Ultimately, all this technology was a prelude to a single scientific breakthrough known as Quantum Replication.

“I am pleased to see all of you here. Those seated before me are the talents I consider gifted geniuses. Perhaps you did not shine in your previous units, but I believe under my system, your potential will be further unlocked. In my dictionary, there are no wastes—only undeveloped potential. Everything and everyone has a purpose. Your purpose is to become outstanding commanders,” Crown Prince Treshi declared to the assembled officers in the conference room.

“Understood, Crown Prince Treshi!” the officers, of generally average rank, responded in unison. “Rest assured, your presence here proves you are not useless. The United Kingdom needs talents like you. My principle has always been that my subordinates must possess a skill. You may represent the weakest link in your command chain, but that is merely superficial. We do not need commanders who only recite rigid orders. We need flexibility, adaptability. Our enemies are not ordinary humans—they are cunning, elusive heretics.”

As Treshi continued his address, someone suddenly appeared at the conference room door. “Yo, Roger, you’re back!” It was indeed Roger. “It’s me, Your Highness. I’ve returned.” Behind him, however, was an unexpected figure. “Greetings, everyone. I am Miller.” To everyone’s surprise, Princess Miller had come along.

“All hail Princess Miller,” the group promptly bowed in respect. Yet Treshi motioned for them to rise again. “Alright, I invited Miller. Ireland has not appeared before you all for a long time. I want you to get to know her as well.”

“Get to know Ireland? Your Highness, are you joking? We have just returned here with great difficulty, and now you want outsiders meddling in our affairs?” one of the officers protested.

“How can Miller be an outsider when she is my sister? Besides, I have no intention of letting too many of their people come. I permit only a few with potential, never the whole lot. The United Nations will not send many either. As for Ireland, one person is enough.”

“One person? Are you certain, Crown Prince?”

“Yes. Princess Mary of the Gallic Empire will attend, so why can’t Miller?” It was clear the Crown Prince had a plan. Yet his subordinates struggled to accept it.

“Very well, Crown Prince. If you say so, then we agree. But no more than ten people can go at once,” said Army Marshal William Will, whose authority here was considerable. If the Crown Prince’s influence counted for one-tenth, then the three grand marshals and Roger each held similar weight.

“Ten is enough. Will the three grand marshals go to bolster the ranks, or should I select the ten myself? At least seven are already chosen, including you three.”

“Seven? Who are the other four?” asked Navy Marshal Nelson.

“Apart from you three, myself, Miller, Cole, and Roger,” Treshi enumerated.

“I accept Miller, don’t care about Roger, but why Cole?”

“More of a status report, really. After all, as the world’s greatest scientist, someone must make a statement.” Though Cole was present in person, Treshi couldn’t help but tease. “If I really wanted to fight, I doubt the world could stop me.”

Everyone knew Cole’s scientific prowess, but no one fully understood him except himself.

“Alright, Crown Prince. We accept. But is he really a split-off of you?” This fact was shocking, yet they had heard it firsthand.

“So what if yes or no? We are two persons now. Enough questions—knowing too much is not good for you.” The topic clearly touched on the Crown Prince’s taboo. The three grand marshals fell silent.

“Let’s begin selecting. I still need three more. Do you think Cromwell and little Nelson qualify?” When it came to the crux, the Crown Prince was meticulous. These two were indeed core figures of the Scottish Liberal Party and the English Democratic Party. The United Kingdom’s royal family could not all attend, so trusted confidants would represent them.

“They do qualify. They can serve as our new generation of generals at this conference. But I do distrust Europa’s methods,” said William Marshal. Having experienced the Dunkirk defense, he knew Europa had violated United Nations treaties and infringed on their rights. Theoretically, any region meeting conditions could choose independence. Moreover, during initial peace talks, Europa even sent assassins to target the United Kingdom’s leaders. William suspected Europa might attempt similar acts at this upcoming UN meeting.

“Rest assured, Marshal William. If they dare, we will show them the might of the United Kingdom,” the Crown Prince replied confidently.