The cultivators turned to the blonde under the parasol. Her disguise was flawless; her oval face was round, her hair was blonde, and her skin was pale. Combined with Earthling clothing and a frilly purple dress, she looked like a princess instead of a cultivator.
However, her voice, teary eyes, and plea did not betray the private that they had come to know.
"Yes…." Amy hesitantly said after Kaze nodded, "I'm Private Ryas. While investigating the birds' disappearance, Emperor—"
"Did you just call him emperor?" Varis chuckled ominously, looking at the ground with madness swirling in his eyes.
"Y-Yes." Amy replied painfully, "I—"
"SHUT UP, PRIVATE!" Varis roared, "I defended you! Not just this week but for years, constantly praising your never-ending loyalty despite your frail timidity and low performance.
Then you disappear for two days, and return leading enemies to our base in a fucking dress!? Must you flaunt your bribed betrayal!?"
