Sangis stood in front of the long table in the Senate meeting hall, with his hands on the table and his body leaning forward slightly.
Her eyes swept from the left side of the long table to the right side, and then from the right side back to the left side, staying on each face for a long enough time.
Some of them had angry faces, some were disdainful, some were arrogant, some were evasive, and a few simply lowered their heads and looked at the wood grain on the table.
"Huh--so, you old guys--"
"How outrageous!" A voice exploded from the middle of the long table.
An old congressman with gray hair and wearing a dark purple robe slammed the table with such force that the teacup on the table jumped, leaving a small dark stain on the dark brown wood surface.
"Sangis, you--"
Sangis didn't wait for him to finish. Her voice was not high, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with a coldness that was suppressed to the extreme.
"Governor Valerirus is back, are you happy? Can you stop acting like a child and causing trouble behind your back?"
The old congressman opened his mouth again. He wanted to say "traitor", but after thinking for a long time, the four words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.
Because the one sitting on the throne now is indeed the emperor - the legal ruler of the Vagrian Empire.
Sangis As the palace manager appointed by the emperor, there is no legal problem in calling the previous emperor by his first name. His lips trembled a few times.
"You-you-how can you call that person by his first name!" He finally choked out.
His voice was much lower than before, and his tone was much weaker than before.
Sangis rolled his eyes. These old guys keep saying they are for the Vagrian orthodox royal family, but in the end they don't even dare to call their old master by his name?
Valerirus is no longer the emperor, but they still dare not call him by his name, because calling his name means admitting that he is no longer the emperor.
Using "that" to refer to him neither admits his new identity nor denies his old identity.
Quite funny.
"Furthermore," Sangis looked away from the old congressman and glanced at the others, "When did you become a 'royalist'?"
The corner of the old congressman's mouth twitched.
Sangis's eyes moved away from his face and scanned every face present. Each face had a different expression written on it, but the background was the same - guilty conscience.
"I'm just surprised - Caesar His Majesty doesn't care about you either. Why are you so anxious? Has he taken over your land? Has he touched your money? Has he removed your officials?"
No. Caesar Your Majesty did nothing. He didn't even know which way the Senate door opened, nor did he care.
What those old guys are anxious about is not what the new emperor will do, but what the new emperor "might" do.
He doesn't even hold court meetings every day.
What else do you want from such an emperor? Sangis cursed in his heart.
Sangis straightened up, took her hands back from the table, and straightened her cuffs. Her tone switched from "questioning" to "notifying."
"No matter what you say now, if something goes wrong during the enthronement ceremony tomorrow, I will report it to Your Majesty and punish you."
"Huh--" the old congressman wanted to reply, but the person next to him pulled his sleeve.
The old congressman's mouth closed.
Before, they were considered the main officials of the empire. After working under Red Dragon Emperor for so many years, they had hard work regardless of credit, and they also had seniority regardless of hard work.
But that His Majesty, even His Highness Weitestan, was able to hit him without fail, and his attacks were not light. Weitestan, Valerirus's biological son, the heir to the throne of the empire.
After being beaten, he was tied up and hung under the wyvern, like a salted fish hung on a rope, dragged all the way from the capital to Forbidden Land, and then dragged all the way back from Forbidden Land.
How can these old aristocrats, who are not even considered heirs but rely on the merits of their ancestors and the management of several generations, to be in a stable position today?
Be careful, there's nothing wrong with it.
Hum.
Sangis turned around and walked towards the door. Her steps were fast, and her long skirt made a rustling sound on the ground.
The guard followed her, holding the pile of unfinished documents in his hands, and his pace was not slow. She walked out of the gate of Senate and walked onto the long corridor connecting Senate with the palace.
"Tsk, what else is there?" She stretched out her hand, and the guard handed over the top document in her arms. She unfolded it and took a look, and then she stopped for a moment.
"What? They're almost here?"
Vagrian Empire airspace, eastern border.
A huge airship slowly passed through the clouds.
The silver-white hull glows softly in the afternoon sun. The emblems of United Kingdom of Victoria are painted on both sides of the hull - a standing golden lion and a silver falcon with wings spread. There is also a small crown above the shield-shaped frame.
The propeller at the stern stirred in the air, making a continuous, low hum.
The magic engine under the belly of the ship emits light blue light, lifting the entire ship thousands of meters in the air.
Hermann stood in front of the porthole of the bridge, with his hands behind his back, frowning as he looked out the window at the gray-green land that was getting closer and closer.
He wore a well-tailored dark blue gown with a gold gryphon brooch pinned to his collar, and his hair was combed meticulously.
But his eyebrows were frowned very tightly, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows were so deep that they looked like they had been carved with a knife.
"Your Excellency, we will arrive in about half a day." The adjutant walked up behind him and handed over a magical communication record he had just received.
"The message from Vagrian tells us that we need to be inspected after entering its airspace. We will land at the designated location and will be guided by dedicated personnel."
Hermann took the communication record, glanced at it, and handed it to the adjutant. "Reply to them - OK."
United Kingdom of Victoria--Grand Duke Cavendish sent him.
On behalf of Victoria, go to see the new emperor of Vagrian and try to win as much cooperation as possible.
After all, Victoria is not having a good time now. After the storm, port facilities in many coastal cities were destroyed, and the transportation lines on the sea have not yet been fully restored.
Those remaining Archon Mech have been deployed to transport supplies, and even war weapons are doing the work of freighters.
The Vagrian's wyvern can transport supplies in the air quickly, efficiently, and is not restricted by terrain.
If we can reach a cooperation agreement with Vagrian during the post-disaster reconstruction window and use their wyverns to transport Victoria's urgently needed supplies, we can save a lot of time.
But that's not what Hermann is thinking about. All he can think about right now is - "That's a dragon."
He tugged at the collar irritably, feeling that the collar of the dress was too tight, strangling him and suffocating him. Grand Duke Cavendish said he was smart, and said that such an occasion requires someone with a quick mind like him.
He is said to be young, energetic, and not afraid of failure. The worst he can do is be rejected.
He said it easily, he didn't have to come in person.
Hermann doesn't want to "try and die". He is still young and has a bright future. He has not yet married a wife and had children, and has not yet bought a villa on the Victoria beach where he can see the sunrise.
"What's wrong?" he asked irritably.
The observer next to him raised his head, his expression not very good. "Sir, check the magic detection - there is a high-intensity magic object approaching quickly nearby."
Hermann's brows furrowed even more tightly. "How far is it?"
"Ten--"
"Ten hours and still--"
"Nine, eight, seven--" That's not a distance, it's a reciprocal.
The speed of that thing was so fast that every time he spoke a number, it had already flown the shortest distance that could be measured by observation magic.
Hermann's eyelids twitched suddenly, and his body reacted faster than his brain.
"Go to the side quickly!!!"
The adjutant rushed over and pushed the control lever. "Sir, we are already driving as hard as we can, and the airship is turning -" Before he could finish his words, a purple light pierced out of the clouds, penetrating the hull like a red-hot spear.
This was just the giant beast's body intersecting with the airship's route during its flight.
It didn't even slow down or turn.
The left side window of the airship shattered at that moment, and the glass shards were flying in the air, twinkling in the afternoon sun like countless tiny falling stars.
The collision tore a huge hole in the hull. The metal skin rolled outwards, revealing the broken keel and sparking magic circuits inside.
Rolling black smoke poured out from the tear, drawing a thick, twisted black line in the blue-white sky.
Hermann got up from the ground, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were turning black.
His forehead hit the frame of the porthole, and blood seeped out from the wound and dripped down his eyebrows. He stood up holding on to the edge of the porthole and saw the huge figure outside the window.
It has flown far away.
Aiyileiyas continued to fly forward. It didn't know what it hit just now, and it didn't care.
Its eyes only see the front, and its mind only hears that voice - west, west.
Its speed did not slow down due to the impact just now, and it did not even produce any fluctuations.
As it passed by the wreckage of the airship, the burning fragments bounced off its scales like water drops rolling off a lotus leaf.
It clears everything in its path.
Destroy, then complete the mission. Those human structures, those human roads, those human armies - everything that stands between it and that voice will be crushed.
Aiyileiyas's eyes changed from purple to bright purple.
It flapped its wings faster than before. Its claws sliced through the air, leaving purple traces of light that were slowly dissipating.
As its shadow passed over the ground, those working in the fields raised their heads and saw a dark purple light in the sky moving westward at an incredible speed.
They didn't know what it was, and they didn't have time to think about it. Because the next second after the light disappeared from the skyline, its sound caught up with it - not a roar, but a sharp sonic boom that sounded like something was crying when the air was torn apart.
Sonic booms came down from the sky and shattered windows on the ground.
Glass shards flew out of the window frame, flew in the air, fell, and hit the ground.
Some people were screaming, some were running, and some were rushing out of the house with their children in their arms. They didn't know what was happening, they only knew that something bad had happened.
Aiyileiya flew over plains, over hills, over rivers, over villages and small towns one after another.
Aiyileiyas flew over the city, and the voice in its mind was still ringing.
West, west. Its eyes changed from purple to bright purple, and then from bright purple to dark purple, and the dark purple flames on its body burned more vigorously.
Every time its wings flap, it stirs up a gust of wind. The wind blows down from the sky and bends the trees on the ground, making the tiles on the roof rattle.
It didn't know what was ahead. It just flew towards the direction of the sound, towards the place it had never been before.
Human cities are getting smaller and denser beneath it.
Then it saw another city, bigger than the one before and with brighter lights.
The voice in its mind was clearer than before. It was neither language nor words, only a strong will - "Go."
Aiyileiyas flapped its four wings at the same time and swooped down in that direction.