Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 12: Anticipation

...—Capital of Latva, Kingdom Forbrenne—...

...—24 July 1238—...

"I guess they can do something better than this." Rea's tone sounded flat, not showing the slightest emotion, but disappointment could be felt from the words he uttered.

On top of the capital's invisible defensive wall were the Forbrenne warriors, two women dressed in black robes looked at each other, not ignoring the slightest atmosphere outside the walls of the capital where many giant chunks of rock destroyed the rebel forces.

Rea's gaze was fixed on a long-haired, shoulder-length old lady whose entirety had turned white.

Eina—The head of the Arestia— Imperial Intelligence Bureau can only smile wryly, "We are not moving as it is with you guys. We have to consider the effects that arise in order to look as natural as possible. Well, even though the Prince can act beyond my expectations."

"If the prince acts increasingly out of line with what we expect, I'll handle it myself." Rea covered her mask-covered face and her head with the hood of her black robe.

Turning around, Rea leapt far away, retraced the roof of the building that was near the capital's defensive wall and went away.

"Really, the impatient girl." Eina smiled wryly, covered her head with her hood and walked away with calm steps, "Well, I guess, that's understandable considering her young age."

Away from where Eina was, Treor stared at the terrifying scene right before him with a look of disbelief, as if the incident before him was an impossible thing to happen.

In contrast to Rutz and several other rebel leaders who had mobilized their elite forces, Treor did not have the steady feeling of massacring the inhabitants of the capital, got him and his group saved because they were still in the back line of the rebel forces.

Treor's body looked trembling, cold sweat rushing from all over his body. Nor was it different from his expression that painted a deep fear.

For him— and the other rebel leaders—they have not had a single experience of moving an army on a scale of thousands like a noble. Though his mind refused, Treor understood, the rebel army had lost its morale.

A BLAR!

A BLAR!

A BLAR!

"They're sown!"

"Run!"

"Argh! My hand! My hand!"

"Aaaaaarrrgh!

Although only a few giant chunks of rock were fired in one throw, the rebels panicked in fear, running down the alley ridge seeking shelter and safety.

The darkness of the night has now enveloped. Unlike when the sun is still shining, the psychology of a human in controlling his emotions is not as good during the day.

The fear of the voices of moaning and screaming from pain caused the morale of the rebels to drop dramatically. Moreover, the darkness of the night made them even more panicked.

Being in the middle of the sea of humans, the rebels collided with each other, trampling on someone who should be their comrades fighting, accidentally killing each other even though the residents of the capital also did not escape being victims.

"Boss, what should we do?!" A subordinate of Treor asked in panic.

Witnessing the formation of the rebels who had been disorganized and had escaped and died being trampled, Treor's mind could only think of negativity. Moreover, right now his feelings were only engulfed by the fear of death.

"Ki—we're backing down! Let's leave the in— place"

JRASH!

Treor's words were interrupted. A poisonous short sword slash cut his neck abruptly, causing Treor's head to fall.

Treor's subordinates were shocked, immediately unsheathing each of their weapons.

"Don't fuck around!" One of the spearmen ran over, attacking Rea by directing the tip of his short spear.

JRASH!

JRASH!

JRASH!

Rea ran, utilizing his high body stats and agility to circle the spear by slitting the throats of Treor's other subordinates.

"Eh?" Sensing that the cold blade of Rea's sword had touched the skin of his neck, the Spear could only fall silent, sculpting in shock.

"To be honest, I've been skeptical of Eina's convoluted plans." Rea's voice was flat, though he raised an objection, "Although, I realize that we still need it, in order to keep His Majesty's good name the Emperor."

"Well?!" Hearing if they were supported by Arestia, the spearman was shocked, although his head immediately fell because Rea slashed his neck strongly.

JRASH!

After clearing his blood-stained sword blade by swinging it, Rea again sheathed his short sword.

"If only His Majesty could go around and slaughter anyone who was his enemy, I think it would be a lot of fun." With a frown, Rea momentarily looked at the dark sky that now had a moon shining on her, "I really hate how complex this world works."

In front of the wall gate that bounded the capital, Ruon and her elite guard knights rode on horseback quickly, re-entering the gate to rest.

Although he looked exhausted with a lot of sweat pouring from his facial skin, Ruon's expression seemed bright, as if he had just passed one of his toughest problems.

Ruon and her guard knights moved closer to the barracks, passing through some of the residents who were cheering on her by being surrounded by tight escorts.

"Send a message to Felipe. Tell him to eliminate anyone who looks suspicious." The gate of the knight barracks had been within Ruon's field of view. To his knights, Ruon commanded them without showing the slightest trace of weariness.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The two guard knights bowed over his mount, each of them pulling the reins of his horse and moving in the other direction, leaving Ruon with the care of 12 knights.

After passing through the gate, one of the guard male knights approached Ruon, who was riding at the very front position, "Are you about to rest, Your Majesty? We'll prepare dinner as well as some slave ladies in your bed."

No different from the culture in the previous Ares world, warfare is synonymous with the practice of prostitution as well as liquor.

So did the nobles, the majority of them would even take beautiful women whether they were single or even had a surviving husband to their satisfaction during the war.

"No." Ruon refused firmly.

Ruon recalled the state of the palace that was no longer safe. Moreover, with the Third Prince killed, Ruon decided not to approach any woman for her own safety, feeling that the enemy could disguise himself as a slave to kill her.

"Namun—" said the knight who objected.

"Not that I doubt you, but I won't touch women and alcohol as long as this mess isn't over." Ruon replied firmly, pausing her horse's movements for a moment.

The guardian knight momentarily faintly raised both corners of his lips, "I'm truly grateful for your vigilance, Your Majesty. However, if you can't resist it, please contact us."

"Yes." Yeah." Ruon answered briefly, he got down and handed the reins of his horse to a knight guarding the gate.

For a moment looking at the brown colored warhorse that the knight had just taken away, Ruon let out a heavy sigh.

I hope these exhausting times are over soon.

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