"Die without repentance." The Fourth Master looked at the woman in the room.
She must have stayed up all night too, but her spirits didn't seem that bad.
The Fourth Master thought he wanted to laugh, thinking it was all because of the fetal heart blood.
Those were the lives of those children, the lives of those women, and the lives of those animals who could not speak their sorrows, exchanged for this.
His Empress, a ruthless killer just to survive.
She succeeded, at least, for now, she truly succeeded.
For now, she won't die, won't get sick.
But the Fourth Master looked over, feeling only disgust. It seemed like she wasn't a glamorous empress, but a demoness covered in blood.
She looked like an asura.
"I have been on the battlefield too." The Fourth Master spoke calmly, as if chatting with the Empress: "My hands have also been stained with blood. But I went to the battlefield to kill enemies for the peace of my country, to make achievements. I fought with men like myself."
