That Old Bastard Definitely Went to Buy...!
In some corner of a frontier star system in the Empire's remote western region.
On a semi-abandoned small colonial satellite known as [B612].
A great number of civilians who lacked the means to escape and could only await death on this satellite were now lying terrified on the ground—they had never seen anyone more important than the administrator who extorted and exploited the satellite.
Yet now, that terrifying administrator was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.
All because a warship even larger than the colonial satellite had suddenly appeared today and swiftly taken control of the place.
Outside a dilapidated sheet-metal shack in the landfill.
A force of around a hundred soldiers in dark-gold Combat Armor stood guard, while another team of ten adjusted the teleportation array.
Soon, a brilliant light flared from the array, and a figure draped in an enormous cloak slowly emerged.
The guards silently knelt.
King Artesia frowned, swept his gaze around, and walked straight into the dilapidated sheet-metal shack—according to the information reported by Xiro Yur, this was where that youngster had once grown up.
It was not as though members of the imperial family who had drifted away had never been found in extremely harsh places before, but this was the first time King Artesia had needed to make the trip in person.
Though puzzled, no one dared to investigate the matter at this moment.
Inside the sheet-metal shack, King Artesia examined everything carefully. It was clear that no one had lived here for a long time, yet traces of its former inhabitants remained obvious—a moldy, foul-smelling washbasin, insects crawling toward the corners of the walls, and rubbish and scrap piled throughout the room.
King Artesia's brow furrowed slightly. The next moment, every stray object