Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 665

General Caspian Ravenshire and Athelvia's diplomatic delegation signed The Twenty-One Point Accord on Bilateral Relations with Solenforth. One policy regarding cultural exchange sparked heated discussions.

Over the next two decades, Athelvia would establish experimental zones in twenty universities, adding thirty thousand exchange student spots annually. Half of these zones would implement a women's college system, adopting parts of Solenforth's educational framework to reform modern education.

Notably, Solenforth was one of the few nations worldwide where firearms could be legally traded. With mandatory military service for all citizens, many elite high schools in Solenforth offered shooting courses, and universities even allowed marksmanship for academic credit.

The most intriguing detail was that the agreement dubbed the experimental women's colleges "The Flora Initiative."

Ever since the death of Prince Alistair Beaufort, Solenforth and Athelvia had been trapped in a twenty-year cold war. Today, the ice shattered. The twenty-year mutually beneficial alliance was a massive triumph for the people of both nations.

The news instantly dominated every headline, with international state media racing to cover it.

The timing was impeccable. Building momentum just three minutes before Vivienne Lexton's verdict in her brutal gun-violence case wasn't a coincidence. Anyone with a brain could see that Caspian hadn't abandoned the child he had personally adopted. Quite the opposite—he cared deeply.

The Flora Initiative was Caspian's ultimate declaration.

If the Athelvia government couldn't protect these blossoming flowers, nor tolerate their wild growth, then at least fifteen thousand brilliant women a year could escape this toxic soil through their own efforts.

Though it seemed like a drop in the bucket now, a single spark could start a prairie fire. In twenty years, that number would be an unstoppable force.

To keep these flowers rooted, the soil beneath them had to offer greater value. For flowers to bloom, they needed more than just rain and wind—they needed sunlight and love.

On The International News Channel.

Caspian stood poised in a black suit, his demeanor composed as he signed the accord with Queen Julia Beaufort. The deal sealed, the two parties posed for a commemorative photo.

During the conference, Caspian was flawless. Every gesture and glance was a masterclass in statesmanship.

Afterward, as bodyguards escorted him back to his designated hotel, a reporter suddenly burst from the crowd, "coincidentally" slipping past the security line.

"With this historic peace treaty benefiting millions, do you have any words for the people of Athelvia?"

Only a handful of people had been present when the defense strategy was revealed. Who exactly suspected him?

Her?

Based in Stormhollow, filthy rich, and married?

Talia?!

The man clenched his fists so hard a suffocating wave of fury washed over him, waiting until his knuckles turned a bloodless white before slowly releasing his grip.

Three phones lay on the coffee table, their screens lighting up and darkening in sequence.

He turned, yanking off his bowtie to wipe the sweat from his palms. Pulling a black glove from his pocket, he deliberately picked up the middle phone.

[Make the move.]