I'm Annan Reeves, the Old Ancestor's darling, someone the Emperor meets in private, and someone with special permission from the Judgment Hall. What's wrong with being a little arrogant?
And as far as Peterson was concerned, his superior was the Old Ancestor's darling, someone the Emperor met in private, and someone with special permission from the Judgment Hall. What was wrong with Peterson being a little arrogant too?
Few nobles today knew that the Empire's War Envoys were also called "divine Crow envoys" and "Doomcrow," because wherever a War Envoy went, the Empire would soon conscript the locals and send them to die on a battlefield.
Times had changed. After so many years of peace, most people in Middle Earth had forgotten. Only the Empire still maintained the tradition of sending War Envoys, though their arrival no longer struck fear into people's hearts as it had centuries ago.
The people of Free City even lined the streets to welcome him. Some offered flowers, others cheered, as though the war had already been won in Victory.
The War Envoy stood before Annan and delivered the Empire's Call-Up Order: Free City was to enter a state of war. Under the High King's Edict, the Empire had the right to deploy Free City's military forces and use its resources.
Annan wasn't surprised. He was only curious whom the Empire would put in charge of Free City. "Who's commanding me?"
"His Majesty the Emperor will command you personally."
"That..." Annan sounded skeptical rather than flattered. "Does he know how to command an army?"
"How da—"
The War Envoy was about to say "How dare you," but then he remembered the recent rumors circulating through the Mountain-Ring Palace Gardens about His Majesty secretly meeting Annan. He changed course mid-sentence. "How da—don't worry. His Majesty is