"Damn it, Sera, why didn't you tell us the Dragon Kingdom had someone this powerful at Eight Awakenings?"
Inside the embassy.
Sera rubbed her temples, her face full of worry.
The computer on the desk was playing footage of Overlord slaughtering people at will.
As though sensing someone secretly filming him, the man on screen abruptly looked up.
Sera involuntarily shuddered.
That gaze seemed capable of reaching through the internet and tearing her apart.
"Tell me about him."
The Alliance executive roared over the phone, "I want every bit of information on him."
For a moment, Sera had no idea where to begin.
He knew very little about Overlord.
Little White Tiger was Chun Prefecture's representative of the new generation.
As Old Ninth and his group rose to prominence, Overlord had gradually entered semi-retirement.
Who could have imagined this guy was so formidable?
"I suggest... asking His Holiness the Pope to intervene."
Sera forced herself to offer her opinion.
Starting the war had been her idea. If it failed, Congress would pin all the blame on her.
At that thought, she gritted her teeth. "Eliminating someone at Eight Awakenings will definitely deal a major blow to the Dragon Kingdom's morale."
As the face of the Alliance, the Pope was the only means they could think of to stop Overlord.
But a single sentence from the other end dashed Sera's hopes completely.
"We can't get through to His Holiness the Pope."
The corners of Sera's mouth twitched, and the muscles in her face kept trembling.
How could the Alliance's strongest man possibly be unreachable?
The only possibility was that he was avoiding battle.
"Sera, the Pope is our only hope of stopping White Garment. Congress has already made its assessment..."
"If he tries to kill this man from the Dragon Kingdom,