The Empire's Emperor (6)

Columbus III was getting anxious.

Ever since the Pope arrived in the Imperial Capital, the Emperor of the Empire had become increasingly impatient for the Divine Grace Festival to arrive.

As Emperor, the pinnacle of Royal Authority, his power had reached its peak because of the Pope. For days on end, he had been urging the Grand Cathedral of Light's preparations forward.

The person in charge of the matter was a member of the royal family, Turk Columbus.

Dressed in splendid robes, Turk had already taken up residence in the Grand Cathedral of Light. The cathedral stood in the southern part of the Imperial Capital, because at the height of light's prosperity, the sun in the sky lay to the south. The south was also where the flow of people was greatest.

The Emperor had issued another order. This was already the twenty-ninth urging order this month. Turk felt immense pressure, even with nearly a hundred thousand slaves laboring around the Grand Cathedral of Light.

He had not slept for days. His powerful vitality allowed him to endure, but under the Emperor's pressure, Turk could only keep pressuring those below him.

"Damn it, get moving!"

Of course, he did not need to participate personally. Just like the Emperor, he only needed to issue orders. All he had to do was use his anger to force the slaves to move faster.

Of course, that was not the key. The key was the Transcendents. To make the Grand Cathedral of Light's ceremony grand enough, the Emperor had invited a large number of mages and knights to take part. As a result, the highest point of the Grand Cathedral of Light now exceeded a hundred meters.

Standing atop it, one could even see past the walls of the Imperial Capital and behold its