"Amazing..." Morgana murmured softly as she continued listening to Hist Majesty's message, her thoughts lagging a step behind the calm, confident voice addressing her.
Had he truly already begun devising ways to exploit the very dangerous predicament she had believed would shake the entire empire to its core and bring every one of his grand plans to a sudden halt?
Morgana shook her head with a quiet, helpless sigh. She had clearly overthought it. Someone who had reached this level of authority and vision must have endured trials far harsher, crises far more devastating than this. It was only natural that such a person would not be shaken by something she herself found overwhelming.
Robin's message continued seamlessly, his tone as steady as ever, each sentence falling into place like part of a meticulously crafted design.
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Then he smiled, the confidence behind that smile almost palpable even through the message.
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"...?!" Morgana parted her lips slightly, a trace of awe and unease slipping into her heart despite herself.
Why did all of this suddenly feel so vast, so far beyond what she believed she could shoulder?
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Gulp.
Morgana felt, very clearly now, that the situation was beginning to spiral far beyond anything she had initially imagined. She had only asked for permission to establish peacekeeping forces-so where had all these layered plans, hidden implications, and escalating complexities come from? And now even the Cosmic Elder had become part of the equation?!
Her thoughts felt heavy, tangled, as if she were standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.
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Morgana could almost picture Billy's expression already.
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"General Kandal? The Crixians?!"
Morgana was utterly stunned. "Marshal Aro will not be pleased by this..."
They were legendary, their reputation preceding them by centuries. Even before pledging allegiance to His Majesty, Morgana had heard countless tales about them. A towering race standing nearly three meters tall, possessing overwhelmingly powerful physiques and wings that granted them true flight. Their bloodline carried traces of a Beast King from the dragon race, and they could wield blue flames so fearsome that even hardened veterans prayed never
to face them.
They were one of the three elite battalions of the Grave Empire. General Kandal himself was an aide to Marshal Aro and one of his closest confidants. Rumor held that while he was not the most refined strategist among the Grave Empire's elite, he was certainly among the most vicious and cunning-a man who derived genuine pleasure from tormenting his enemies. This was hardly surprising, given that he had once been the leader of a shadow organization known as the Fire Salamander, and he had never fully abandoned its ruthless
methods.
Could Marshal Aro truly afford to let them go?
" powers.>" " long.>" At that moment, Robin slowly raised his hand. A small, luminous soul sphere materialized above his palm, humming softly with contained power. He pushed it forward toward the recording, his tone calm yet resolute. "
