Lin Qi's crushing blow to Arthur's report of victory and request for merit in the Gallic Empire had indeed drawn the attention of every major power on the continent to the Gallic Empire. The main battlefield of the alien invasion, the devastation of several northern provinces, and the meddling of that shameless Prince Arthur—these matters could very well determine the continent's situation for a long time to come. No one could afford not to care.
Amid all this turmoil, the Caesar Empire, the continent's military power famed for its bellicosity, was overlooked at this particular moment.
Early in the morning, Ulysses III, the current emperor of the Caesar Empire, slowly sat up from his specially made bed and freed himself from the entwined limbs of several delicate palace maids. Naked, he walked to an enormous full-length mirror in his bedchamber and studied the powerful, tiger-like body reflected within, his face stern.
His body was still young, but his mottled hair constantly reminded Ulysses III that his vigor and spirit were indeed no longer what they had once been. Of course, he could still, as in his youth, only fall asleep after indulging himself with several lovely young beauties every night—but he knew himself that his energy was no longer what it had been.
Especially during this recent period, when the alien races had suddenly launched a full-scale invasion, Ulysses III's workload had multiplied several times over, and the mental pressure upon him had grown far heavier. His strength was being drained more and more severely.
To Ulysses III, the alien army's invasion of the Gallic Empire was no great matter. The Gallic Empire's foundations were there for all to see; even under a full-scale alien invasion, it could hold out for at least several years.
What truly alarmed Ulysses III