Lorde, Embassy district.
The noise outside made Dulder, who liked silence, frown.
He got up and walked to the window, watching the workers still constructing outside, pursing his lips.
Unlike the relatively intact embassy district.
The mayor's office, including the entire office building, was completely destroyed under the life-threatening strike of the 'Old Sir'.
"Useless Tercon!"
Dulder muttered under his breath.
Having the advantage of time, place, and people, they ended up perishing together with that stubborn old man.
A waste of the Prince's investment.
But...
The military camp matters were handled well.
As the young Emperor grew older, some people became restless.
"What an ungrateful bunch."
"If it weren't for the Prince's conquests."
"Sewock would have long become history!"
"Moreover, having enjoyed the war benefits brought by the Prince, now they want to return to so-called orthodoxy... Truly hypocritical!"
Dulder sneered.
