Chapter 459: Black Empress, I'm Going to Launch a Fucking Awesome Attack
Dead?
The White Empress had just died like that?
Marquis of Hochberg stared blankly ahead.
A crimson flower bloomed across the square before the imperial palace.
Of the Twin Empresses, the White Empress was the one who presented herself with a gentle image.
But looking gentle did not mean she had a gentle personality, much less that she was weak.
Her strength was beyond question. Even without the support of mage towers, she was no weaker than the various Sarkaz Lords.
Within the Imperial Capital, with the support of her home ground, even if multiple Lords attacked, they would be crushed by the advantage of the terrain.
If a single Lord insisted on leading an army to assault the city, one misstep could even see them slain on the spot.
And now, such a sovereign had died, as casually as weeds falling into a fire and turning to ash.
Was he dreaming?
...This had to be a joke. How could she possibly have been defeated like this?
Marquis of Hochberg questioned himself countless times, yet the sticky sensation on his face was undeniably real.
Perhaps because artificial humans had much colder blood than ordinary people, Marquis of Hochberg's body would not stop trembling.
The so-called bearing of a noble was the spirit of still acting tough and politely telling the executioner, "Thank you for your trouble, sir," even at death's door, so long as there was still someone watching.
For an Elector to show such a lost expression was undoubtedly disgraceful, but at this moment, no one had the spare attention to criticize him.
"Don't look at things that are too inappropriate for children."
The caster responsible for that horrifying sight reached out and covered the eyes of