Within the majestic palace, the voice of the Emperor of the Crimson Empire echoed.
It fell upon the ears of several terrible figures seated on either side, their expressions turning slightly strange.
Since when has dealing with a nascent world become such a hassle? Not only had they been invited to assist, but there was also a plan to unleash a rule-type Mysterious Evil into it.
Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
That Crimson fellow… he's become more timid with age.
An entity with a black ox head snorted smoke from its large nostrils, grinning sardonically to itself.
But merely internally, for this was the Emperor of the Crimson Empire's own plan: arranging the ritual, offering sacrifices, and borrowing the great goddess's power, all done by the Emperor himself, so it was none of their business.
Furthermore,
The Emperor of the Crimson Empire held a higher status than them, and they were within the boundaries of the Crimson Empire. To scoff openly… they feared being struck.
