Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts was already packed with people. Dignitaries from across the empire poured in, while representatives and students from every department bustled about, preparing for the grand ceremony.
A troop of black-armored knights guarded the academy's largest open-air square. Dressed in formal attire, Lawrence stood smiling, exchanging private remarks with ministers from various quarters.
The two great enemies that had plagued the Lancelot Empire for years-the Orcs Empire and the Kasi Empire-had been dealt with by Han Shuo's thunderous methods in barely a dozen days. The imperial ministers, who had scarcely enjoyed a restful night's sleep, all relaxed at once, smiles returning to their faces.
Before Han Shuo returned, over a hundred thousand warriors from the Orcs Empire could have broken through Nanpu City at any moment and advanced straight to Osen City, the imperial capital. With this enormous threat hanging over them, all the empire's nobles had lost their appetites and lay awake at night, terrified that they might wake one day to find savage, brutal Orc warriors standing beside them.
This mental torment had been eating away at all the empire's dignitaries. Only after Han Shuo visited Nanpu City had they truly felt at ease, and for that, they were sincerely grateful to him.
Standing proudly beside Lawrence, His Majesty the King, was Van Razer, King of the Southern Borderlands. Today was an important occasion for Fanny, so Van Razer, who was itching to move against the Orcs Empire, had naturally made time to return.
Word of the battle in which Han Shuo slaughtered over a hundred thousand Orcs in Nanpu City had already spread to every corner of the Lancelot Empire. There was truly no one who had not heard of it!
The account of that battle had not been deliberately exaggerated.