Empress Borough, Sodela Palace.
Wearing a crown, with a resolute face and a small mustache, George III stood before the window and looked down at Earl Cross's Mansion.
At that moment, the distance between the palace and the mansion seemed to shrink abruptly, allowing George III to see every detail of the ballroom with ease.
James was engaged in a lively conversation with the youngest daughter of Earl Crows; his eldest son, however, was watching this scene, his fists gradually tightening; Earl Crows's wife's younger sister was gazing at James's eldest son...
George III had no interest in probing into the nobles' secrets. He focused his gaze, continued narrowing the distance, and found the door leading to the underground screening room.
But just then, a city shrouded in night, suspended between reality and illusion, suddenly appeared before him, blocking his further view.
Vaguely, he saw an elderly gentleman whose features were unclear smile at him.
"An angel of the Psychology Alchemists? Did she think I was going to rescue Vera, so she intervened?" George III narrowed his eyes, then withdrew his gaze.
It wasn't that he feared that angel. It was simply not yet time to "expose" his strength.
Besides, that angel was ultimately one of "his own."
"At least she is one of my own before I ascend to godhood..." George III silently muttered, thinking:
"Vera, I'm sorry... Your existence and your stance pose a great threat to me! Because of you, many noble vassals, including Olavi Governor Aston Rieveldt, secretly formed an organization to oppose some of my arrangements overseas...
"Although the situation was brought under control after I had a member of that organization warn Amelius, and no major conflict was triggered, I can only sacrifice you to prevent any major accidents during this final period!
"Besides,