"...Alright I understand, keep up the good work." Richard took off the ring and tossed it to the side. This was the seventh report from the Great Line guards informing him of an increase in intrusion attempts recently. None of them said anything more than just facts, but Richard clearly understood what they wanted, They were all pressuring him to take the next step.
But none of them knew how difficult this step would be for HIM.
Richard at this moment was not in his palace designated for him, nor was he visiting someone in his home to treat him and give him a piece of fresh meat. He was sitting in a dark spot under an old tree, and next to him was a human with a distorted face, It was Peon.
Almost five years have passed since Peon offered to summon the army of the True Beginning Empire, and although Richard refused to antagonize the entire army and begin an all-out war on the Azil tribe, the five years were not without quite a few earth shattering events.
