"Captain Garcia." Claude, the city lord, looked serious as he stared at Tina across from him, "You've been moving troops on your own recently, this is a serious violation of the Empire's military laws..."
Claude repeated what Frank had said at the meeting yesterday.
Over a dozen high-ranking powerhouses following Claude in the sky, as well as the nobles on the ground, were all staring at Tina, trying to put pressure on her.
But Tina showed no fear.
She stirred up her own momentum, her golden aura rolling around her incessantly, her brown hair fluttering in the wind, making her look like a goddess of war.
She cast a glance at the hundred-or-so nobles below and scorned, "If I don't deal with these bandits who harm civilians, would you?"
Tina's momentum pointed directly at Claude, and Claude immediately felt great pressure.
"Damn it! Tina just broke through, why is her momentum so strong?" Claude's face turned pale.
