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It wasn't until the next day that Emilia was able to arrive at the city closest to the prison in which the ex-president of Red Dusk was being held.
Emilia couldn't help but frown as she looked at the heavily guarded place. 'Do they intend to protect him to protect the reputation of their country, or could it be… that they think he's worth more alive than dead?'
But while sneaking in might look difficult… it was only a matter of time for someone like her.
'Guess I can only wait for someone with sufficient authority and 'replace' them to get in.' She sighed.
Emilia could of course try some other methods, but each of them had its own risk, and she felt that it wouldn't be worth it if her actions ended up pouring salt on a wounded tiger's wounds.
She'd long since lost any interest in taking over Red Dusk, after all.
How could people who were thirsting for the blood of her children just a while ago be worthy of being nurtured?
