One month after the Number Twelve Void World came to an end.
For many people, those few weeks were agonizing. The complete closure of the Number Twelve Void World had dealt the Rune Federation a staggering blow: more than a decade of work, over a hundred million Gold Pounds, countless resources, and more than a hundred thousand troops, all lost. The Federation Council's members were furious. They loudly insisted that Lorenzo had plotted the whole thing and that the Lorenzo Kingdom must be taught a harsh lesson.
It was blatant robber's logic. Had they not invaded a Void World under the Lorenzo Kingdom, they would have suffered none of those losses. But the powerful families controlling the Council were too deep in the red to think straight. They even sent the Lorenzo Kingdom a formal diplomatic note listing their demands, including severe punishment for the kingdom's military commander in that Void World—Count Cyrabelle!
Perhaps years of keeping the Lorenzo Kingdom in check had convinced the Rune Federation that it was easy to bully. Its greedy, weak-willed aristocratic officials, in particular, seemed easy enough to handle with a carrot and a stick.
They had read those officials correctly. What they had misjudged was that, this time, the officials had no say in the decision.
When the aristocrats received the Federation's diplomatic note and learned that two hundred thousand Federal troops were gathering at the border, they rushed into the Royal Palace in a panic...
But Prady XIV, now a Calamity-Rank Transcendent, was no longer the man he had been. Faced with pressure from the great nobles, he said nothing. One sweep of his gaze brought them all to their knees. It felt as though the figure on the Throne was not a man, but a savage primordial beast.
Only then did