Akame nodded in surprise and stepped through the tall, imposing archway. Sure enough, the fully armored knights on either side did not stop her. They even turned a blind eye to the demonic blade at her waist.
Half a year had passed since the decisive battle at the Imperial Capital. It sounded like a long time, but to Akame, it had passed in the blink of an eye. Since that day, she and her Night Raid companions had launched attacks everywhere under Nadjeta's command, uprooting the intelligence agencies left behind by the Old Empire one by one, while also taking out quite a few scouts from the foreign tribes.
Those enemies were not particularly strong in combat, but they were highly skilled at hiding and well versed in all manner of dark methods. Just finding them had taken considerable effort, not to mention the covert interference from the Revolutionary Army along the way...
By the time the work was finished, more than half a year had passed in a daze. During that time, she had met Iori fewer than five times, and this was her first visit to the newly built Imperial Palace.
No, according to the current terminology... was it the "Divine Palace"?
After the Empire's fall, the old nobles who had supported the Minister and the Emperor naturally became the losing side. Forget competing for power and profit—they feared being purged even if they stayed obediently at home. Thus, the postwar division of power was mainly decided by Iori and the Revolutionary Army, the two major factions.
Calling them "two major factions" made it sound as though they could stand toe-to-toe, but that was giving the Revolutionary Army far too much credit.
Their most elite forces had already been crushed by the Supreme Throne. The survivors had also