"You can't possibly expect us to-" A man came forward. He looked decent and seemed rational.
Or so he appeared to be.
'And aren't those quite fancy equips?'
Lv 79; rank A
Already?
Wow.
How?
"I can. After all, I'm the strongest and you lot are destroying my empire."
"But aren't you enslaving people and-"
"And aren't you mistaken?" I shrugged. "Do they look enslaved to you?"
He looked around.
They all did.
The otherworlders, according to Slack, were like mud. I could shape them however I wanted to.
However, at the same time, working with mud meant I'd have to get my hands dirty.
"Imposter!" Some noble-looking guys hurried over. "Don't listen to him- he's-"
Oh yeah, the Count of this place. Val.
"The rightful Emperor of Vestia-" Lisbeth said. "And I believe I won't have to remind, who I am?" She smirked.
