Since ancient times, whenever a capital fell, it was bound to be looted.
Even the Great Clans couldn't escape it. Some of their family members might even be killed, and their clan heads could be tortured.
It had been customary since ancient times.
That was simply human nature.
Even foreign reinforcements summoned by the emperor himself would loot the city.
This kind of history had played out often, even back when the Empire was still in the Central Lands.
But this time, a group of oddballs had arrived.
By the time the soldiers entered Augustus City, spring had arrived.
It was the season when all things flourished and multiplied.
The Red-light district was open for business as usual.
As for the rest of the households, they kept their doors and windows shut, too afraid to go out.
That night was lively.
The underground slave market had been raided, and the person in charge had already fled.
A group had also arrived at the Red-light district who spent no money, played with no women, and only tore the place apart.
Organized prostitution was absolutely out of the question.
Though Lynn hadn't massacred the city when he entered it, that didn't mean he wouldn't make a show of force.
The Imperial Capital was a special case.
It was filled with high-ranking officials and nobles. Every family had spies here. This circle was the Northern Continent's grand aristocratic circle, the heart of the Northern Continent.
One could say that Grand Duke Lynn was highly regarded.
Princess Yuffie was highly regarded, too.
The emperor was highly regarded as well.
But in front of so many high-ranking officials and nobles, none of them was enough.
It wasn't that they looked down on them; they simply thought they were nothing special.
Wasn't every new ruler just