"Where did you find time to write that speech?"
"I didn't write it."
After delivering a short speech to the people, Empress once again returned to her tent, with Butcher immediately clapping his hand; but not really making any noise due to the nature of his power.
As for Empress, she just let herself fall on the nearest chair she could find; her breaths, still clearly a little amped up from all the emotions she needed to force out of her.
"Whiteking was the one who wrote the speech," Empress then shook her head as she removed the transceiver piece from her ear,
"Based on all the reactions, responses, feedback of all the people he could spy on— he told me what they wanted to hear, and I did."
"Bernard… Are we working with him from now on?"
"No," Empress scoffed, "He will forever remain in prison."
"And what about Darkday himself?"
