In the northern Empire, Esdeath sat casually on a stone chair in her white Imperial military uniform, her long, straight legs crossed. Her lovely face wore a cold, haughty expression as she watched the naked Northern Prince lick her military boots.
"Useless trash." Looking at the Northern Foreign Prince, who had lost every shred of his former dignity, Esdeath casually kicked him in the temple. Blood spurted out. The Northern Prince fell to the ground, twitched a few times, then went still.
"Honestly, why are they all so weak? When will I finally find an opponent who can put up a fight?" Esdeath stood, showing off her alluring figure, and planted her hands on her hips. A light of longing shone in her eyes.
"Report! General Esdeath, Minister Honest summons you back to the Imperial Capital immediately to deal with the Night Raid Assassination Squad, which has been growing increasingly brazen there," a communications officer reported breathlessly.
"Haha! I was just wondering where to find a worthy opponent, and Minister Honest has found one for me. Come on, we're returning to the Imperial Capital." Esdeath swept a hand toward her subordinates, a sharp gleam flashing in her eyes, then turned to arrange the army's return.
At Night Raid Castle, Najenda stared at the intelligence sent from the Imperial Capital and said in astonishment, "Captain Iron Hammer, you really have given me quite a surprise!"
"Oh? What happened, Commander?" Iron Hammer asked, baffled.
The members of Night Raid looked curious as well.
"Haha! You haven't heard, have you? A whole lot of nobles and those damned officials died at the Imperial Palace yesterday." Najenda laughed heartily as she shared the intelligence in her hand.
"But we didn't do anything!" Iron Hammer scratched his head and explained in confusion.
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