"Lynn!" Lothair shouted, unleashing all his strength as surging red Battle Qi filled his body!
And amid that deathly aura, there was something else that chilled the blood.
If you didn't know what it was, you'd only feel a chill crawl down your spine. But if you did know...
Then it was different.
It was an aura that only someone with high Spiritual Vision could sense.
And considering the rumors that had spread about Lothair's army—how brutal they were, how they slaughtered cities and plundered the people...
Lynn didn't want to remember this thing.
He'd spent several years living in the society he'd built, the one he'd revolutionized, and he'd grown a little unused to this sort of thing.
Back when he was chasing after beautiful girls, he'd used lewd fantasies to cleanse his mind, automatically filtering out many of the things from his past that had driven his sanity down.
He'd also told himself that as long as he was happy, what other people did was none of his damn business.
But now, although he could still filter things out, Lynn was a leader.
He couldn't filter them out anymore.
From up high, he could see clearly. He also understood why Hajili had gone to become God's Chosen, hoping the God of Love would help the Demi-humans thrive.
He understood why Yuffie cared so much about making the Empire better, too.
And he understood why his father, Odris, valued the Empire so highly, and why he'd said humanity would suffer terribly without it.
The Principality of Olexian had been powerful for a long time, but it didn't oppose the Empire. It supported the Royal Family.
Isa was just like Joan of Arc, always eager to fight and the first to oppose the Devil Race, until she suffered a crushing