Russell: I Planted a Seed, and Finally Reaped the Fruit (Continued)

The White Empress spoke.

The Black Empress: "..."

She wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

Launching an advance without fully understanding the other side was naturally reckless.

But the other party's identity was far too problematic.

If they could reach an agreement, that would be fine. If not...

There truly was only one path left.

"Will the two of us go together?"

"Because of the previous fantasy incident, all the Electors have arrived in the inner city."

"I will invite all the Electors to go with us. On one hand, it will strengthen our forces; on the other, it will drag everyone into this."

As the White Empress spoke, she took an envelope from some peculiar item.

Count of Utica was destroying the imperial palace—or rather, making zero-cost purchases. The palace was vast.

But according to the intelligence reports, by tonight at the latest, the imperial palace could be renamed the City Wanderer Camp.

"Let the imperial palace be our destination."

"I'll requisition the troops."

The Black Empress spoke, then vanished from the tower entirely.

The White Empress watched her dear friend leave, then could not help glancing at the short blade at her waist.

In the end, she shook her head and pressed a fingertip against a device.

Several streams of light spread outward, carrying the Empress's inquiries.

The sun set beyond the western hills.

Golden sunlight spilled across the streets, turning everything in sight resplendent.

Notes danced in every corner of the road.

Marquis of Hochberg stepped down from his exclusive carriage. Almost the instant he disembarked, several guards surrounded him.

Every one of those guards was qualified to contend for the Esports Knight championship in Leithanien.

Without question, it was an extravagantly luxurious reception.

Yet Marquis of Hochberg, receiving