At that moment, seven kilometers from Marquis Cassani's estate, large numbers of rebels were raising their weapons and attacking the surrounding area.
The civilians nearby were thrown into panic by the scene and began fleeing in every direction, turning the place into complete chaos.
But if one observed carefully, one would notice that these rebels had not killed a single person. Even the objects they destroyed were all things of no real importance.
Looking at the route they took, however, it was clearly highly purposeful. They did not take a single unnecessary detour.
Naru, who had come from the most elite corps, had received orders from above today: he and the elite troops under his command were to eliminate certain traitors.
Moreover, the mission required them to disguise themselves as alien mercenaries. If they were discovered, they would face military punishment.
When he saw the targets, anyone with a normal level of intelligence would have been puzzled.
Because the targets were either members of the empire's noble class or members of the imperial parliament. Anyone with a functioning brain would have felt intense suspicion.
But as a soldier of the empire, he still chose to obey orders. Thus, he led his men, who had already disguised themselves, and began the mission.
Under Naru's leadership, equipped with all kinds of the Musli Empire's most advanced gear, they dealt with five targets with extreme ease.
The next target was the recently promoted Marquis Cassani. This target should have been very simple, because according to the intelligence, the defensive measures at his estate were still at the level they had been when he was a viscount.
For men of their strength, that was practically a piece of cake.
Even if the other side had a fighter who had shone brilliantly in two Peerage