Two days later, the Floating Fleet arrived at Ancient Emberfire Astral Sea Port and began making contact with the imperial garrison.
In less than half a day, the matter was delivered to Lalutis's desk.
Inside the Governor's Mansion, Lalutis saw that an envoy had arrived from Islington Astral Sea Port and eagerly opened the report. When she discovered it was merely an advance party, she immediately lost interest.
"Aina."
"Master, I am here." The blonde maid stepped forward and bowed.
"Go inform that old fool Marcus. Have him receive this fleet from Islington Astral Sea Port."
"Yes, Master."
The blonde maid bowed, then left the study.
Tossing the document aside, Lalutis pulled over the stack of files and began reviewing them.
She did not read what was written in them at all. She simply flipped directly to the final page, then picked up her pen and signed her name.
Any documents sent before her had already been reviewed by those six old fools.
During her year and more as governor, she had handled two major cases.
One was Viten's corruption case. More than twenty thousand people had been killed, over three hundred thousand had been sent into penal service, and more than a hundred thousand had been exiled.
The other involved noble descendants privately mobilizing troops. More than ten thousand people had been directly executed, including over six hundred officers, while no fewer than a million others had been implicated.
Some of those slaughtered in the two purges had been descendants of those old fellows.
After those two incidents, the officials and officers of Ancient Emberfire Astral Sea Port no longer dared act as recklessly as before.
Those six old fellows had also reached an agreement: resolve matters decisively before they escalated, and never let their beloved governor waste her