The countess remained composed as the Cherk king roared at her.
Though she was regarded as the embodiment of a Galactic Empire knight, she had no desire to come across as an arrogant conqueror, so she opened the helmet of her heraldry mech. In the firelight illuminating the square, her vivid red hair seemed to ripple like flames.
She looked at King Herang, sitting on the steps of the square and behaving like some country bumpkin, and gave him a gracious smile.
"Your Majesty, everything we've done has been legal."
"You, you, you..." So this was the "Scarlet Comet," the purest example of a Starrealm Knight? The king was so stunned by the Empire's shamelessness that he could barely speak.
"That's right, Your Majesty. All you have to do is sign the military transit agreement now, and everything will be legal."
The Cherk king put a hand to his waist, trembling with anger. He felt she was trampling all over his dignity and intelligence without the slightest restraint. If he were ten years younger, if the grenadiers weren't pointing their electromagnetic rifles at him, if he were a psyker, then he would have fought this despicable imperial woman to the death.
But faced with the knight's warm smile, it was as if all his courage had been drained away. Suddenly, he couldn't even bring himself to curse at her.
The king of the Cherk saw his guard captain lying not far from the female knight, his body sliced in two. The man had been the strongest psyker in the Cherk Kingdom, a fourth-ring "Defender." They said his tortoiseshell carapace had been honed until it was tougher than a warship's armor. It was thanks to his support that the king had secured the throne during the royal family's civil strife all