In the Imperial Palace in the Imperial Capital, the minister hurled his wineglass at the official reporting to him. "What did you say? Longxi City has been completely occupied, and Berkeley is dead too?!"
The official kneeling on the floor did not dare dodge. The glass struck his head hard, drawing a cry of pain. Blood trickled from his forehead, and the remaining wine splashed all over him.
"Yes, Minister Honest. A Holy Church appeared out of nowhere, and most cities in the North have fallen!" Enduring the pain, the official shakily pressed his forehead to the floor, not daring to breathe too loudly.
"Useless! Every last one of them! Do those local officials eat shit?!" The minister roared beside the throne, completely ignoring the Little Emperor, whose face had already gone pale with fright.
"Oh? What has made you so furious, Minister?" A cold, sharp voice rang out as the palace doors opened. Dressed in a pristine white Imperial military uniform, Esdeath strode in unhurriedly on her long, straight legs, her subordinates following behind her.
"Esdeath, you're back!" Looking at Esdeath, who radiated an icy, forbidding air, the minister reined in his fury.
"I came back to find some powerful opponents. Well? Are the little bugs in the Imperial Capital strong enough?" A sharp gleam flashed through Esdeath's eyes as she looked at the now-composed minister.
"Hahaha! As expected of the Empire's strongest fighter. Now that you're back, I can rest easy." The minister suddenly burst into laughter, the fat covering his body shaking.
"I have a mission for you. Clean out the little bugs in the Imperial Capital immediately."
"Ah! General Esdeath, we're counting on you!" The Little Emperor beside the minister suddenly spoke up.
"Everything shall be done as Your Majesty commands!" As soon as the Little