"Enough. Take her away," Velin said, waving a hand at the Three-Seal Warrior.
By observing her expression, Velin could tell that she had not lied.
Moreover, the woman had delicate skin and elaborate makeup. She had clearly been born into a wealthy family. Since her conduct was improper, she would be dealt with according to the military regulations established by Marquis Roden, commander of the Fourth Legion.
Struggling helplessly, despair filled the woman's eyes as two soldiers dragged her into an alley.
The cause sown in the past bore its fruit today. Having come to this end, she had no one else to blame.
After handling this minor matter, Velin led the more than three thousand men of the Ice Sword Camp onward.
Standing outside the palace gates, Velin could clearly hear the sounds of battle and slaughter coming from within the royal palace.
Velin dismounted, handed Little Red over to a guard, and led several thousand Ice Sword Camp soldiers into the palace.
For the first time, Velin entered another nation's royal palace as an invader, and a strange feeling arose within him.
The stairs between the two palace walls were strewn with corpses—some from the German Kingdom's palace garrison, others from the Expeditionary Army. Their bodies lay tangled together.
Several powerhouses were fighting in the sky.
Looking up, Velin saw Marquis Roden utterly suppressing the Pope of the German Kingdom's Church of the Beast God. Even with the aid of three mid-rank Holy Seal magical beasts, the Pope had no ability to fight back.
The Blood Moon Count stood in the air, trapping three mid-rank Holy Seal Knights within a magical barrier as he tested a new spell.
Beside him, Vitlis stood with his arms folded, quietly watching his wife's performance while also guarding against a sneak attack.