Standa turned his head to glance at the others. In a low voice, he slowly said, "This time, our Light Empire was caught in the crossfire. Fortunately, the Level Eights guarding the Empire's borders suffered no losses; we only lost some Level Sevens and Sixes. Even so, our losses have been grievous. The plan to attack the Glory Empire next month will have to be postponed once again."
The others nodded slightly, their expressions grave.
"The will of the God of Light must not be profaned, and the dignity of the Light Empire must not be violated. Dole must be wanted, and we must demand an explanation from the Glory Empire," someone said indignantly.
"That Dole, a Level Nine, slaughtered people wantonly within our Empire and wrought boundless carnage. He must be severely punished."
"They must give our Light Empire an account, so that the world understands that the will of the God of Light cannot be profaned."
Listening to the clamor around him, Franklin seemed to understand something. He reorganized his words and said righteously, "Dole entered our Empire, disregarded the laws of the Light Holy See, and wantonly slaughtered civilians. No matter what, he is an enemy of our Empire. We should immediately send a formal letter to question the Glory Empire, and..."
His string of righteous, sharp-tongued remarks immediately calmed everyone around him.
It was as though this was simply what had to be done, and everyone quickly set the tone.
Before long, an announcement from the Glory Empire was distributed in all directions. At the same time, news concerning the Nightmare Meditation Method quietly spread among every faction.
Dole had already entered the Dark Empire.
The moment he entered the Dark Empire, he was greeted by an entirely different scene.
The people of the