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"My lord, the elders of the Sage Council are kneeling outside the hall."

Grayfia pushed open the door and walked into the gilded inner hall.

Her black-and-white maid uniform was immaculate.

"They've been crawling out there all night."

Grayfia delivered her report in a low voice.

"Let them in."

Tobirama sat upon the enormous Black-Gold Throne, his expression indifferent.

Riko Amanai, Misato Kuroi, Emilia, and Felt.

His divine consorts.

They nestled against either side of Tobirama's royal couch, their cheeks flushed.

The side door of the hall slowly opened.

Several aged elders of the Sage Council entered in lavish robes.

Great beads of cold sweat

streamed down their pale foreheads.

The Empire's divine might had frightened them out of their wits.

They had been unable to sleep that night.

Driven by the desire to survive, they had spent the night crawling humbly

all the way from their residences to the white-jade steps before his chambers.

Their knees struck the ground.

"My lord... spare us!"

"We're willing to surrender the entire Kingdom of Lugunica!"

Miklotov, the senior elder, knelt at the front, trembling uncontrollably.

His bony knees, driven by sheer terror,

slammed against the hard, cold marble floor.

The impact rang through the hall with a heavy thud.

"These are the seals to every territory in the kingdom!"

"And this is our formal instrument of surrender!"

Miklotov's hands shook.

He raised a scroll of parchment glowing with crimson-gold magical light.

He presented the document with both hands.

"Please, my lord... spare our families!"

He kept kowtowing, striking his forehead against the stone.

Tobirama gave a slight wave of his right hand, and the document landed in his palm.

"Good."

Tobirama's voice held not a trace of warmth.

"From this day forward, Lugunica is part of the Divine Kingdom."

"Yes! We