Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The man leading was presumably from the Holy Land, and the Orc behind him was probably from the Skalan Tribe. The other two people behind them were just their followers.
Upon seeing them, Sous’ eyes glowed. He longed to go up to them and beg for death.
The representatives of the Holy Land and the Orc Race had come together. The Skalan Empire was in danger.
They had gone up to the entrance of the hall, fully armed in weapons, and were allowed in without any obstruction.
This was absolutely forbidden in the past. How could one possibly bring weapons into the palace hall? This was of great disrespect to the Empress.
Silence.
Only the sound of arrogant footsteps could be heard.
The ministers did not dare give them second glances, nor did the Empress utter a word. If one did not know better and went up to them, would it mean instant death?
Sous trembled with excitement.
With the situation right now, if he were to interrupt, it would be instantaneous death. This was probably the best opportunity.
This is it! I shall die and that’s for sure!
Of course, Sous was also sentimental. He could remember the Empress’ kindness to him. He could not bear to see the Empress end up in a miserable state. Since he was going to die anyway, he decided to see how things played out.
Just as Sous was pondering, an arrogant laugh suddenly exploded in the quiet room.
“Hahahaha… Empress Kati, I’ve heard so much about you. We finally met today. I didn’t expect you to be as beautiful as the rumors say.”
This laughter came from the beastman, Benevolence, leader of the Skalan Tribe. Upon entering, he gazed impudently at the Empress.
Indeed, he had something to be proud of. Without him, the Skalan Tribe would not be what it was today, extending their rule to the entire Skalan Forest. But of course, the Orc race had only managed to do this with the help of the Holy Land.
“Hmph!” a cold sound came from the Empress.
Sous could not see the Empress’ expression, only her exquisite side profile.
In reality, Sous could probably guess how upset the Empress was. He had some understanding of the Empress and the Skalan Empire.
The late emperor gave his entire life into battle, completing his hegemony and conquering a region. However, he did not have many children. The only ones who survived him were the current empress and two other princesses. After the late emperor passed away, there was no other choice but to hand over the throne to Empress Kati.
The Empress had not done much in the past five years. In fact, it was impossible for Kati to do anything even if she wanted to. The Holy Land was huge, and its first goal was to get rid of the Skalan Empire.
A hundred years ago, the late emperor and the Divine Dragon together fought and created the Skalan Empire, but they had offended too many forces. With his death, the Empress no longer had the grace and glory of the Empire in its early years. The Holy Land naturally intended to punish the now weakened Skalan Empire, as a warning to other countries.
Of course, these had nothing to do with Sous. All he wanted to do was die. After his death, these things would still be present. Once he was invincible, he would be able to solve these things with a snap of his fingers.
“Sigh, Benevolence. There’s no need to do such despicable things.”
The person who spoke up was the Holy Saint, who presided over this battle. He was also the Region Lord of one of the Holy Land’s two regions. He had thousands of men below him to answer to his orders, whereas he only had to answer to one man above him. These men he had were all Swordsmen. Even the weakest Swordsman could fight against five of their enemies at the same time. An ordinary soldier could not defeat even an Upper Class.
The Holy Saint himself was a grand swordmaster. The Chief Swordsman beside Sous was only a swordsman. He was no match for him.
Swordsmen were classified into four different categories: swordsman, swordmaster, grand swordmaster, and sword sage.
Sorcerers were distinguished similarly, into four groups: magic apprentice, sorcerer, grand sorcerer, and archmage.
“The Holy One is right.” Benevolence quickly bowed in respect.
The Holy Saint raised his head an inch and walked towards the empress.
The hall had been eerily quiet since their arrival. Seeing how they were so condescending to the Empress, even Sous was shocked.
Sous knew that the Holy Land was powerful, but he could not fathom how much power it owned. The temporary avoidance of this war was a negotiation. But there was far more to it than just this. Even the ministers didn’t even dare to make a sound.
These people obviously knew how terrifying the Holy Land was.
If that was the case, Sous felt even more at ease. This was for the best. The more arrogant I am, the better. It would be better if I were sacrificed and used as an example to the others. This is settled. I will die.
The Holy Saint walked up. As much as she was unwilling, the Empress had no choice but to stand up. The other ministers followed suit.
The Empress gritted her teeth as she struggled internally. Despite being an empress, she was still just an ordinary person before the ruler of the Holy Land. No matter how reluctant she was, she could only endure through her greetings.
“Greetings, Region Lord!”
“Greetings, Region Lord!”
“Greetings, Region Lord!”
As she finished her greetings, the ministers all rushed forward and bowed in panic. They were afraid of death.
It seemed that the Holy Saint would definitely find a sacrifice to demonstrate his might to everyone watching. Instead of a show of force, it would probably be better to describe it as a surrender.
The Holy Saint smiled faintly as he swept his gaze over the people before him. He glanced at Benevolence, who was still bending over and waiting for his orders in the distance. He then pulled out a chair and sat on the Empress’s seat.
This scene instantly enraged the Chief Swordsman behind her.
Empress Kati quickly glanced at him and shook her head gently. She had endured all that she could. The country was almost gone, and this little show was nothing she could not handle.
The Holy Saint did not seem to have heard the soft metallic sound, nor did he care about the Empress’ gesture. He merely touched the armrest of the chair and raised his head to look at the empress.
“This chair is nothing much. It’s really shabby. Empress Kati, why don’t you marry the beastmen, they clearly suit you.”