Me, Little Griseo, Touring the Myriad Worlds

They knew it very well, too!

What exactly were the Sirens made of?

They knew it very well... What exactly did the Sirens want?

After all was said and done, it came down to just one word.

"Commander."

If the Commander had truly descended...

Even Helena Meta found it hard to imagine how great a shock would ripple through the entire world afterward.

Why now?

Why... so suddenly?

If Sakura Empire had announced to the world earlier that they had a Commander, no one would have believed it.

But now!

Helena Meta felt that she might have no choice but to believe it.

Really!

Once every impossible possibility had been eliminated, all that remained was the possible...

If it truly was the Commander's will.

Then Sakura Empire's series of seemingly mad actions, regardless of victory or defeat and regardless of the outcome, were no longer impossible to understand. You'd agree, wouldn't you?

"So you have two choices now."

Musashi was overwhelmingly forceful.

"First, stop here and wait for everything to settle. Then persuade the Meta faction to join us and swear allegiance to our liege."

Her gorgeous kimono billowed in the fierce sea wind, while her fluffy tail swayed with it.

Yet her presence seemed even more imposing.

"Second, if you refuse to give up, then let's fight it out."

"The blade originally tempered for the Sirens may have to let you taste it first."

"..."

"Meta, Helena... your era is over."

"You are ultimately nothing more than echoes of a bygone era, losers. But our liege is merciful, and there is still a place for you in the new world."

"Do not bring ruin upon yourselves!"

"..."

Helena Meta laughed.

She laughed wildly.

Just moments ago, she had been a static beauty. Now she covered her head and laughed