Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 41: Renacles Movement, part 1

...—Capital of Argen, Renacles— Empire...

...—11 October 1238—...

JRASH!

"Aahaha!"

CRASHES!

"Gahaha!"

The dim atmosphere, felt very humid, the basement used for organ research and human psychological conditions had many patients lying on dozens of beds lined with a distance the size of a human waist.

Some sharp objects scratched, slashed, even to cut the organs of the patients. However, none of them groaned in pain, only a loose laugh could they spew as sharp objects were once again smashed onto their limbs.

Narcotics.

Something that now the intelligence and military agency Renacles is developing. No different from the previous world of Ares, for the individual of each soldier, for, their morale is likely to fall if word of the General's death has echoed in the middle of the battlefield or even heard of known comrades roaring in pain, even though the troops are in a state of victory.

It was very different from the soldiers of the Alven Empire and the Holy Knights that some of them had given up, hoping to die on the battlefield because of the promise of the Almighty that there was life after death, although few have this belief because their hearts have been corrupted by sin and the cruelty of the world.

Of course, Emperor Renacles and his generals did not want that.

As with the previous world of Ares, narcotics were developed for the sake of creating euphoria, forgetting the pain that had hit their bodies, to create a feeling of pride very high, sure of the victory must be achieved, he said, make the soldiers who have had opium against narcotics will attack without regard to their pain.

A very sharp knife blade once again lifted, directed towards the arm of one of the patients wearing all-white clothes. The patient shows an expression of madness, feeling very happy as if he will receive something that can please him.

JRASH!

"Aahaha!"

A long white-haired girl was aggrieved staring in astonishment with both red eyes at the patient who had just lost her arm, "When did she enter this facility?"

"28 September 1238, Your Grace." Answering the cold, the footsteps of an unkempt white-bearded old man who had no hair approached from behind his back, painted a vile smile.

The girl immediately grabbed a wooden board and parchment sheets related to it, containing all the details of the treatment that had been done to the guinea pig.

First Princess of the Renacles Empire and heir to the 6th throne, Sophia Alexandra Elzbert Trova-Ballack.

As the strongest country as well as having the longest history, the darkness of the Renacles Empire could no longer be measured in depth. Even in the struggle for the throne, each legitimate prince who intends to sit on the throne has a "black" organization that submits to them, as a weapon to attack other princely candidates.

No different from her other siblings, Sophia certainly had a dark heart similar to theirs. Various atrocities, killings to genocide, abductions of commoners and the purchase of slaves for human research, to the latest weapons tests by slaughtering neighboring villages Sophia has done with a cold heart.

Her heart was dead, Sophia could not feel anything while committing a crime. In fact, he was no longer able to use his mind to know right and wrong.

Not that Sophia is a fool who is not good at politics. All actions of Sophia reflect the advantages and disadvantages that will be accepted by the state and herself, not one bit heed the laws and norms that apply for the achievement of the goals that she has.

"Your Majesty." The old man displayed a meaningful smile, "We will never know what pleasure humans will get if we don't inject that much dose."

Feeling in vain to argue, Sophia threw away the wooden board she had just seen, stepped away leaving the room indifferently, "Don't be late from the schedule we have agreed on."

"Sufuku. Thank you, Your Majesty." The white-clothed old man smiled happily, bowing deeply in homage to Sophia who had now left the room with some of her personal knights.

For a moment, Sophia recalled her younger brother who was so innocent to her. Once again, a smile appeared, Sophia changed the direction of her destination towards one of the palace rooms that seemed magnificent.

Not a hall, not an office, but a room reserved for the Fourth Prince, who was known to be very different from all his other brothers.

Alexander Roland Wetrich Trova-Ballack, because of the powerful justice embedded in his heart, Alexander was known as the "Prince of Delusions."

Since childhood, Alexander has revealed nonsense things that are full of goodness. A hero is something he has long desired.

His three brothers did not feel heavy if Alexander wanted the throne. Because of the attitude he showed, throwing it away was a small matter. All nobles would agree if Alexander was easy to depose and kill.

A short while walking, Sophia arrived at one of the palace's twin doors which had a tight guard.

Sophia understood, Alexander's strict guard was solely to prevent him from rebelling. In short, the knights and servants sent to him were spies of his brothers.

Not out of fear, his brothers did so solely to prevent Alexander's unpredictable actions.

None of the court officials were unaware that Alexander was the source of the arrest of one of the court officials known to have corrupted the imperial budget, the Emperor sentenced the nobleman to death.

"The Muli—"

"Get out, Trash."

In just one word, a torrential sweat poured out from all over the bodies of the guard knights. So with their bodies that now look shaky.

All the knights immediately stepped aside, opening the twin doors and allowing Sophia to enter.

Not far from where he was, a handsome black-haired youth sat down on the sofa. Despite that, Sophia's gaze was momentarily murky. He did not know the figure of the dark brown-haired young man who was now sitting face to face with Alexander.

"My sister." Sophia kept moving. Dislike emanated from his wrinkled face, judging that the young man was not just an ordinary young man.

Alexander turned his head slowly, instantly ugly-faced as Sophia once again entered his private room forcefully. Even so, Alexander still had to pay his respects to his brother, "Good day, Brother."

Thus with the young man who showed a light smile, he got up from the sofa and immediately bowed deeply, "I apologize if it feels presumptuous. Nice to meet you, Her Highness Princess Sophia."

Being close, Sophia kept judging the young man without shifting her gaze, "Who are you?"

"Son of the Best General of the Western Continent, Val von Renus."

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