In just one day, Kurotama had gathered eight barely passable corpse puppets.
"Now that this is settled, let's head back. Things haven't been very peaceful lately☆~" Sirin casually opened a portal and spoke lazily to Kurotama.
"Mm, that's true... This country won't last much longer. The Imperial Capital is a chaotic mix of all sorts now, with forces from every side gathering there." Compared to a few years ago, the Empire had grown even more rotten. This thousand-year-old empire seemed to be reaching its limit.
Especially at this time, news had suddenly spread throughout the Empire concerning a northern foreign tribe.
For some reason, the foreign tribe had gone mad. They claimed to command an army of one million and were preparing to use their fortress city as a base to invade the Empire. It was even said that the northern foreign tribe would join forces with other tribes to attack the Empire together.
By now, the Imperial Army in the border war zones had been completely defeated, causing many dissenting voices to arise in the Imperial Capital.
After all these years of the Empire's existence, the foreign tribes had always been suppressed within their own lands. The Empire's upper ranks had never thought highly of them, but this time, things had gotten a little too serious.
Within the luxurious Imperial Palace.
The Little Emperor sat upon the throne. After sweeping his gaze across the people below, he finally looked toward the only three female generals in the hall. They were the ones the minister had reminded him to watch out for when summoning the generals.
"Now that the northern foreign tribes have declared war on the Empire, our repeated defeats have given rise to many unacceptable rumors in the Imperial Capital. I have inherited a thousand-year empire and