Saintly Hall.
Every morning, Great Emperor Lancelot appeared here without fail to spend two hours in early morning revelry with the Saintly Order.
For people who loved to sleep in, the only way to wake them was to tell them it was time to have fun.
But today, several elderly members of the Saintly Order were deeply worried and distracted even while playing. They had no desire to drink even the finest wine offered as tribute by the Tania Kingdom.
"Sir Ikes, Sir Trist... you seem to be in low spirits. Were some of the tributes not exquisite enough?" Great Emperor Lancelot asked warmly.
He was more attentive than he would have been to his own mother.
"No, Your Majesty. Everything is the finest in the world. What worries us is that we received some intelligence..." Ikes quickly bowed, then explained that summoned creatures had been killed and could no longer level up.
They had taken corresponding measures, but they were far too passive.
Lancelot nodded.
He had known about this intelligence long ago.
Now it seemed that among the Saintly Order, there were always some who remained clearheaded.
Those were the true core he needed to win over and rely upon.
Out of more than five thousand people, he could only keep a hundred closest to him and directly under his control. That was already the limit; any more, and he would not be able to manage them all.
"Oh, that matter. I have already ordered the Hook Hands to investigate. They learned that the children of two old nobles are behind it..." Lancelot said with a smile, as though everything were under his control.
"Then why does Your Majesty not immediately arrest and execute them?" Ikes hurriedly asked.
"Oh, Sir Ikes, what do you think is the true