The world of ice crystals slowly faded away like the wind.
The encircled world was revealed before everyone's eyes.
The first thing they saw
was Esdeath, who had lost her sword.
The slender sword that symbolized victory and glory in the eyes of countless soldiers was now being pinched between two of Artoria's fingers before she casually lowered it.
Could it be?
The soldiers' hearts began pounding violently. The Empire's soldiers, including those standing on the city walls, all seemed to be gripped by the terror of shattered faith, while the Revolutionary Army's soldiers struggled to suppress their excitement and urge to cheer.
That scene resembling a world of ice and snow had undoubtedly been Esdeath's power.
Yet after unleashing such astonishing power,
the savior clad in armor had emerged completely unscathed.
Which side held the advantage was already obvious.
Esdeath paid no attention to the reactions of the others. She merely continued gazing at the king before her.
That was right. In her eyes at that moment, Artoria, who possessed such overwhelming power, was the only one who could truly be called a king. The one sitting inside the imperial palace was nothing more than a ridiculous person.
"By your way of thinking, you are my captive now." Artoria returned the sword in her hand to her waist and looked at Esdeath. "As the defeated party, everything you have belongs to me. Therefore, until the day you can defeat me, I am your king. Do you have any objections?"
Artoria already understood Esdeath's worldview.
So she did not beat around the bush.
Her original purpose had been to take Esdeath under her command.
"You really aren't going to kill me?" Esdeath smiled as though she had heard something very interesting. "I'm not so easy to train."
"If you consider