"Livestock! Livestock! Livestock! Every one of those bastards has such a wonderful expression on their faces. These squeezed-dry pigs... Wine bought with the citizens' tax money really does taste good. Should I add another tax next week? Coming up with taxes is such a hassle. Maybe I should just raise the taxes by another ten percent. That would be easier." A broad, round-bellied fat man sat in a chair, looking down at the people below as he spoke. He wore a smile as though he were looking at livestock. With that fat head and oversized ears, he clearly did not look like a good person.
This man was Gobaz, the Empire's finance official, responsible for the Imperial Capital's financial revenue. Most of that revenue came from taxes, making it one of the most lucrative positions. Embezzlement, bribery, and harsh taxes had left the people unable to live in peace. The Empire had declined so badly, with countless rebels rising up, all because the people could no longer bear the crushing tax burden.
This finance official did more than embezzle money. He imposed all kinds of unreasonable taxes, squeezed the people dry, and treated them like livestock for him to slaughter at will. He deserved to die a thousand times over.
"Master! It's time for your massage!" A maid's voice sounded behind the finance official.
"Oh! Let's have a nice full-body massage today." He closed his eyes and waited for the maid's soothing massage.
At that moment, the maid took a long, thin steel needle from her mouth and moved behind Gobaz. She drove it directly into his neck. He seemed to be startled, his eyes bulging out, but soon his head drooped. He was completely dead.
Bang! The maid suddenly transformed into Chelsea. "Job complete. Though what kind of treatment