Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 1: The Bar

...—Excelia, Arestia— Empire...

...—1 July 1238—...

Same view as usual.

The sentence was once again in Ares's mind after slowly reopening his two eyes.

The atmosphere of silence enveloped, the lighting of the lantern was still on, some nobles were seen sleeping on his desk. Feeling a warm body covered and a table that had been in a neat state again, Ares could only smile gratefully because of the actions done by his wife.

Rise up, Ares folded his blanket and placed it on a chair stand. Ares's gaze turned towards the corner of the room, a whitish ray of light was seen through the window curtain, a sign that the capital was being enveloped by the darkness of the night.

Ares stepped up, sneaking towards the door dressed in a black robe with Rapier—the strongest weapon in the world— that was sheathed on one of his hips, leaving the room to change the atmosphere as it was no longer able to fall asleep.

"Can I know your purpose for leaving, Your Majesty?" A few steps after leaving the room, said Rea—one of the members of the Cornwall Clan titled "Night Walker"—sejelak stop both footsteps Ares, although Ares had known of his whereabouts before.

"Finding the freshness of the night wind." Ares replied without a tone and resumed his steps.

The slightest sign of a presence, Ares climbed the silent and dim palace hallway, he knew when some members of the Cornwall Clan were escorting him from a corner of the palace.

All members of the royal family of empire—including concubines, mistresses, to her children—are under strict security control. Only a few people, making even the son of a concubine should be protected when viewed from the glasses of succession, though Ares is unlikely to use the excuse for the safety of his family.

Through the back road, Ares came out of the palace through a road commonly used by the servants of the common people, making no one think that Ares was the Emperor, although there were no servants and knights to look at him.

Taps.

Taps.

Some of the sound of the patrolling knights' footsteps grew louder and louder, making Ares tread without making the slightest sound toward the palace's secret passageway, until he arrived at the corner of a small alley between several high-end district buildings.

I slightly missed the atmosphere of the modern era where the crowd felt until late at night...

Silently, the streets of the upper-class community district had few people walking, which was no different from the state of the noble districts as well as the offices of the imperial government.

The rich are drunk, and, horse carriages of merchants who deliver their goods at the time of late— due to the law restricting the activity of shipping goods during the day for the health of the people—Ares has small hopes at least four largest cities of the Empire Arestia— Capital Excelia, the Free Trade City of Hauzen, the City of Scandiva, and the City of Windsor— can align with the Imperial Capital of Renacles, Argen, in the planned future.

In some corners of the district, windows displaying the yellowish glow of a lantern are often seen, a sign that some people are still on the move, whether having fun or doing some other things.

The wall of re-examination is visible, a sign that Ares will arrive in a lower-class residential district that has many houses not as beautiful as the previous district.

Utilizing the statistics he obtained from Rapier, Ares ran without making a sound through the guard post where some of the guard knights fell asleep, although some of them stayed awake and were in a state of unfocused.

More crowded, although it can still be said to be in the quiet of a reasonable night. Some bars look crowded, the chimneys of the inn are also seen still emit smoke billowing, Ares estimated when the day has not changed.

Following both of his legs carrying him, Ares arrived in front of a small bar that seemed shabby and immediately entered it nonchalantly.

Some of the drunkards turned their attention to Ares, some of them still ignoring him, some of the visitors had fallen asleep, some of them beating a young man in the corner of the hall. However, Ares was able to judge if there were two members of the Cornwall Clan disguised as bar patrons.

Aren't they very competent?

Smiling wryly, Ares approached the sensual female bartender standing behind the bar table. Her long brown hair, the clothes she wore very openly showed her white skin, characterizing a marketing strategy that used her body to promote the bar.

Surrounded by several male customers, the bartender could not be separated from the lewd glances of the men, who indifferently ignored the bartender.

"What do these poor people want to order in this place?" The bartender squinted both of his eyes. Judging from the robe that Ares wore, it looked very shabby because it was his disguise robe.

Gaining a sharp gaze from the men around the bartender, Ares nonchalantly sat on the bar table chair, slowly opening the hood of his black robe.

The bartender, the male patrons around him, as well as the customers sitting at the other bar tables scattered in the hall were momentarily amazed by Ares's face, despite showing tremendous fatigue. As an emperor, Ares certainly do body care—including his face—because an emperor is the face of the country, in addition to because of the money is very abundant.

"A glass of warm milk." Ares's words not only made the bartender momentarily stare, but also the other customers who heard her, hesitating with words that pierced their ears.

"Bahaha!"

"Yahaha!"

As the laughter spread, Ares kept his flat face. Two burly male customers— sat near the bartender— rose from his seat, approached Ares and sat on either side.

"This is no place for a boy like you, son."

"There's only booze in this place, boy."

The bartender smiled mockingly, "The weak man. Well, I'll provide milk for you for 100 G."

Well, there's no way I'm drunk in public.

I'm the emperor, you know?

Ignoring the intimidation of the bartender as well as the two people beside him, Ares took out a piece of silver coin from his pocket, "Yes."

The bartender was surprised, as soon as he panicked, not expecting when his words would backfire that turned to him.

"I'll take it!" Recalling his neighbors, the bartender retreated in panic, leaving the bar he was supposed to be guarding with nothing.

"Oi, what did you do to our Mehera?"

"By the way, your money is a lot."

Her name is Mehera?

An intimidating look was fixed on Ares, the murderous air that emanated from the two people beside him grew increasingly thick. Although two members of the Cornwall Clan were about to come closer, Ares gave a signature with his hands to keep them in place.

"What's your favorite food?" Ignoring their intimidation, Ares indifferently asked.

"Oh, are you going to treat us?" Judging that Ares was terrified, the burly red-haired burly man smiled wickedly, intending to blackmail him, "Meat."

"Gold coins" said the burly, bald middle-aged man on the other side of Ares and then smiled broadly as he put his arm around Ares' shoulder.

"so." Once again reaching into his pocket, Ares took out two pieces of gold coins and placed them on the table.

The number of gold coins is increasing. The bald man's gaze opened wide until it turned full of fear, his entire body sweating profusely to wet most of his clothes.

"T—please stop..." The bald man pleaded softly, feeling extremely frightened, no different from the bushy red-haired man on the other side of Ares and everyone who saw the sight.

The truth has been revealed. There was no longer anyone among the customers who regarded Ares as a poor man. Moreover, with the gold coins shown by him, they understood that Ares was a noble or a knight, who certainly had real influence in the capital.

"Eat," Ares commanded.

"Ta—but.." Reply Bald Man terrified.

"Are you lying to me?" Ares' tone was flat, yet it felt vengeful.

"No! That's wrong!" shouted the Bald Man.

From behind the wall, Mehera peeked at the scene behind the bar table hysterically, feeling sorry for the bald man.

"Si—please... Mister." Mehera tried to smile while serving a glass of milk, although her heart was very afraid of the young man before her, "A—do you need another order?"

"No, this is it." Ares picked up the glass handle and immediately downed it.

"B—well!" timpal Mehera was moving away.

"Wait." Ares' words made Mehera's legs momentarily stiffen, stopping her steps, "Give this man 10 servings of meat."

"Eh?" The red-haired man was surprised as Ares' thumb pointed at him. Moreover, he was unable to immediately digest what Ares said.

"B—well, Sir!" Mehera ran away.

"Wait on! That's too much for me!" Mehera had drifted away, the cry of the red-haired man was not once stirred, making her bow weakly waiting for the fate that would happen to her.

"What are you waiting for? Your favorite food has been served in front of you." Looking at the Bald Man beside him, Ares found him bowing lethargic, making him again ignore the man by drinking his milk.

"Yes..." The Bald Man weakly replied, not moving an inch from his original position.

Krrieett.

Once again, a black-robed man entered the bar. Both of his legs led to the chair from the bar table which was not far from Ares' chair.

Not only were Ares, even the members of the Cornwall Clan inside as well as outside the building preparing themselves, were in high alertness. Because they know, the person is not someone who can be said to be "ordinary."

"Outhor." Ares said softly, targeting the black hooded man who walked over.

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...[.Status]...

Name: Olfrey

Age: 23 Years

Gender : Male

Affiliation: Knight Queen, Kingdom of Gardom

Degree :

+ Eyes Queen of Gardom Kingdom

+ Head of Intelligence Department

+ Squad Leader Killer Knight Queen

Statisticians

Weapon Expertise: 89 (+0)

Agility :87 (+0)

Cleverness :49 (+0)

Body :89 (+0)

Leadership :37 (+0)

Loyalty: 95

Moral: 82

Training: 95

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I've been waiting for you, Eye's of The Queen.

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