The afternoon sun shone brightly. Carriages rolled along the streets from time to time. Victories had been won on all four fronts around Ango City, and several nearby cities had been taken. All kinds of resources were being sent back to Ango City.
At this rate, Ango City's army would pacify the situation within several hundred kilometers in less than half a month. Restoring its former glory would be difficult, though. No one knew how many years of recuperation it would take.
Inside the temporary Alchemy laboratory on the second floor of the small building, Su Xiao was preparing a potion. The formula was incomplete, with half of it having been burned away. It was enough to make anyone sigh in frustration—this was the formula for an epic-grade restorative. The grades of potions and equipment were not the same thing; this was a conventional consumable.
Councilor Rose had more or less kept her promise. After investigating several times, she confirmed that Elvis Gru really was dead. The Woodcarver Clan was in complete chaos and had begun fighting among themselves.
Councilor Frostsnake had learned of this through some unknown means, making Councilor Rose and Councilor Frostsnake wary of each other.
Pacifying the central continent was only a matter of time. When that happened, it would represent the revival of the prototype of the Light and Dark Empire. It had been many years since power had been concentrated to such an extent.
Both councilors were ambitious. It was genuinely hard to say who would become the next emperor or empress. In any case, it would not be King Lehman.
The external threats had not been completely eliminated, yet the internal struggle for power was already eager to begin. There was nothing particularly contemptible about that. This was simply how those in power