Excellent. A master's butler being a master in his own right—what a classic scene!
Of course, the reason Yu Lian wasn't surprised in the slightest wasn't that the setup was so familiar. It was because in his previous life, after Brunhild ascended the throne, this seemingly good-natured uncle had somehow transformed into a Cardinal Inquisitor of the Tribunal. By the time Yu Lian was preparing to leave the Galaxy and travel to the New World, that once amiable, chubby uncle had become a kindly-looking old man, already poised to take up the post of Chief High Inquisitor.
It sounded like a wildly unlikely career change, but on second thought, moving from palace steward to head of the secret police seemed pretty reasonable.
If they were following the more classic setup, there should have been a preliminary boss fight before the final boss battle.
But clearly, the count had no intention of doing that.
He put on a modest, professional smile that made one feel as though a spring breeze had blown by, bowed slightly, and invited Yu Lian to follow with impeccable courtesy. Then he turned and entered the audience hall.
Clearly, Lord Conrod, whose energy level was only that of a Saint, had no intention of fighting him. Yu Lian also didn't think there would be any traps inside the great hall at the heart of the Empire.
He couldn't sense anyone else's presence. And the Imperials were hardly likely to fight here and desecrate the gods and their ancestors.
That was certainly a good thing. If there was anyone in this vast Dragon's Approach Palace whom he could respect, then the amiable Count Conrod was surely one of them.
While serving as a Cardinal Judge, he had ordered the courts to clear a great many unjust cases from