Overestimating Yourself
"Well! If you don't like it, there's nothing I can do. I merely wanted to show my warm hospitality," Belic said with a broad smile.
Esdeath smiled. "Then thank you for your hospitality. However, I wonder whether those people spying on us from the ceiling are your guests. If not, we wouldn't mind getting rid of them all to ensure the banquet proceeds smoothly!"
Belic did not seem flustered by Esdeath's words. Instead, he smiled and said, "What? You found them? Then come out and say hello!"
Snap! Belic snapped his fingers.
Whoosh, whoosh...! Four figures dropped from the ceiling above Belic and landed beside him. There were two men and two women, each dressed differently. Judging from their movements, none of them were weak.
Belic wore a smug smile. "They are the embodiments of violence invited from the Empire to control the religious order—the Rakshasa Four Ghosts of the Imperial Fist Temple!"
"Oh? I didn't expect them to be here rather than in the Imperial Capital," Esdeath said, sounding somewhat surprised. The Rakshasa Four Ghosts of the Imperial Fist Temple were all the minister's personal guards, specifically responsible for protecting him and carrying out slaughter missions. That damned minister already had such formidable forces at his disposal, yet he still sent her here with troops.
"And that is thanks to the general's visit. Now these ghosts, who were originally assigned as guards, can finally be sent to the front lines," Belic said with a smile.
"Wait! Night Raid may have infiltrated this place with Imperial Arms. How can they fight Imperial Arms users without Imperial Arms of their own?"
"Don't worry. We have records of defeating Imperial Arms users through our own strength alone," Ibara of the Rakshasa Four Ghosts said.
"We have recovered a total of