“…So, here, there is a misunderstanding of the barbarians… it continues.”
Through her swollen lips, a heavily slurred pronunciation leaked out.
Olivia was currently kneeling on the floor, bowing her head to Prince Morres, struggling to make excuses.
The assassination squad she brought was annihilated without even putting up a proper resistance. It was a desperate situation where only she barely survived.
“We gathered here by chance, but it was absolutely not meant to be hostile to the empire….”
But before her words could even finish, a thunderous roar came from beside her. It was the evil spirit of a warrior, raising a huge club.
[You wretch! Can’t you confess properly?! Trying to gloss over your wrongdoing, you should be ashamed, you apostate!]
“Tsk…….”
Olivia reflexively glared at the evil spirit. After all, it was because of the battle with that warrior that she ended up in this state.
No, it was more like one-sided violence than a battle. When she attacked, it became a spirit and dispersed into the air, but when it attacked, a strong physical force returned. Where in the world is there such an unfair fight!
‘Damn it! If that thing were a human with substance, I wouldn’t have been beaten so helplessly like this!’
While Olivia was grumbling inside, Prince Morres, who had been listening quietly in front, spoke.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Despite his youthful face, the aura emanating from him was full of…