Feed Stalin!

Within the Goddess of Wisdom's side hall on Mount of the God of War, candle flames flickered. The returned King of Athens sat before the table, swiftly reviewing compiled data on Athens's military, civil affairs, economy, judiciary, and more. His Cross Star Pupils operated at full power, flashing with deep light as the furrow between his brows tightened.

"A bunch of iron-headed idiots!"

Suddenly, Samael slammed a fist onto the table. The dull impact echoed through the hall as the stirred aether swept outward, a wild gust rolling through and making the surrounding candlelight flicker erratically.

"Your... Your Majesty Theseus, is something wrong?"

The Spartan high priest accompanying him below the steps bent to gather the scattered papers. After organizing them, she respectfully returned them to the desk and could not help asking.

"Of course something's wrong! Never mind the corruption, oppression of the people, twisting of the law, and purging dissidents. The military problems alone are enough to kill people!

The Divine Blood Warriors of Mount of the God of War are short by a third. Half of the eighty-eight Constellation Saints aren't even qualified! The Twelve Zodiac Houses are practically filled with the descendants of those Divine Blood Aristocrats from Athens, sent in to coast on their family name! What fucking use are these embroidered pillows when real fighting starts?

Athens Academy, which should have gathered the finest talents from all Greece, was shut down after Socrates was voted to death by the citizens' assembly. Now Athens has pitifully few magicians and scholars.

Athens's internal defenses are practically nonexistent! No wonder I tore through them with one stab!"

As Samael flipped through the documents, his face alternated between green and pale with fury. Speaking rapidly, he pointed out the issues and consequences in every area, berating them with