Erebonia's Fifth Mecha Division pressed forward, unstoppable.
They charged out of the fortress with great fanfare, fully armed and rushing toward Crossbell like roaring lions. Naturally, the commander of the Fifth Mecha Division, who led the force, was brimming with ambition. In his view, Crossbell was nothing to fear. As for Starlight Technology? What could a company that sold entertainment orbment products possibly do?
As long as he was the first to enter Crossbell, he would earn rewards and glory. At that thought, the division commander could not help swallowing.
And he would rise another step higher!
Naturally, the division commander had heard that man's wild ramblings as well, and he dismissed them with contempt. In his view, how could the Empire's citizens possibly enjoy such good lives without the nobles? Yet that man had the audacity to spout the absurd claim that "the nobility's control of resources prevented the lower classes from rising." What a joke. They were nobles! Glorious beings of noble blood! That was precisely why they could lead armies and govern territories. How could those ignorant, short-sighted, vulgar commoners possibly understand their hardships?
Give resources to those commoners? Would that not be a waste?
Besides, it was not as though he did not know about those Reformist Faction members within the Empire—hmph, commoners who had merely received the Emperor's favor and now fancied themselves capable of overthrowing the nobility? They were dreaming in broad daylight. If such people governed the country, would it not be utterly ruined?
Perfect. Once he broke into Crossbell, he would seize that man and escort him to the Royal Capital for execution, so he could see what true nobility was!
Just then, the tanks ahead suddenly came to a halt one after another, followed by the voice of his adjutant.
"Report!