The sailboat hall in May still remains dim as in winter.
Behind the lace curtains woven from spider silk and white gauze, there are only the distant blood clouds.
On the silver candlestick, three white candles illuminate the gloomy room, revealing dozens of grim and glowing red eyes.
In the spindle-shaped sailboat hall, there is an oval long table made of ivory wood, where Serafe naturally sits at the head position.
On either side, from front to back, are the Blood Race generals, governors, ogre marshals, and the few blood servants and human generals.
"I called everyone here today for this year's upcoming offensive," Serafe placed her arms on the throne armrests, "Our goal remains the same: to conquer the entire empire."
The high officials and nobles of the Royal Court nodded, eager to speak, but saw the corners of Serafe's mouth move slightly and immediately suppressed their words.
