In the year 725 of the God Emperor, the Tribunal, which had once struck terror into the hearts of the Empire's nobles, was partially absorbed into the Empire's Palace Front Department after the God Emperor personally issued an edict confessing his own guilt. Angzang Zhuoqin, the Tribunal's former Chief Judge, was imprisoned for good.
As the Palace Front Department grew ever larger, it was no longer made up solely of ambitious Mages from the commoner class. It opened its doors to the great nobles, recruiting a considerable number of younger sons and distant branches of noble families.
At first, the nobles celebrated, believing they had finally brought this powerful force from the highest levels of the Empire to heel.
But after a few centuries, they gradually came to understand that the discontented young people from their own families knew them better than those common-born peasants—and hated them more, too.
After all, commoners might only want a chance to rise, while their own young people genuinely wanted to bring them down.
Yawenni Golden Moon looked at Leiman Iguana before her and knew he was exactly that sort of young man from a lesser noble family. He claimed to be loyal to the Empire, the God Emperor, and the Palace Front Department, but only the gods could see whom he truly served.
Yawenni knew very well that the best way to deal with these local powers was to hold a Magic Potion in one hand and a Magic Sword in the other. "Tell me what you're really trying to say. I don't have time to listen to your family complain about your lord."
"Yes, Princess. I'd already suspected that the White Tree Family planned to turn White Tree City into the largest slave-trading hub in the south. But a few days ago,