Seated on both sides of the table were high-ranking officials of the Empire, all wearing troubled expressions.
At that moment, the minister spoke. "I presume you have all heard that the rebels took Anzhi Pass without spilling a drop of blood. Does anyone have any brilliant ideas on how to deal with this threat?"
"Damn it! They took it without bloodshed again... Are those provincial governors all useless cowards?"
"What are the local forces doing? Not only did they fail to suppress them, they even joined them!"
"The local armies have fought the rebels several times already, but the rebel ranks contain many valiant former Imperial generals, as well as numerous Imperial Arms users. The Imperial Arms of Esdeath's Three Beasts, the Imperial Arm of Headhunter Zank, and many more previously unaccounted-for Imperial Arms have mostly fallen into the rebels' hands. If we include the Imperial Arms held by those Night Raid people, then out of the forty-eight Imperial Arms in total, the rebels possess more than half. That is an immensely serious threat to the Empire," said a military minister, cold sweat beading across his forehead.
"We underestimated them! I never imagined they had grown to this scale!" The civil official's expression changed upon hearing this, and everyone else looked equally grim.
The minister said blandly, "Seeing all of you with such miserable faces is making me lose my appetite."
Standing behind the minister, Shira was somewhat surprised that his old man could remain so composed under such circumstances. He knew full well how powerful Imperial Arms could be. Every one of them possessed unique abilities, and they could display even greater usefulness on the battlefield.
Could it be because they still have that [Supreme Imperial Arm] passed down through the Imperial Clan? Shira thought. No matter how he