Interlude: Ideal

Interlude: Ideal

A dark room was the site of a meeting.

A group of people were at a large round table talking.

One of them was wearing black armor and his feet were on top of the table.

"... So... Levin is dead?"

"So is Coleman, they sent his head, looks like they tortured him."

Said a masked man.

"Ha! I'm not surprised that pig deserved what he was destined for, but I'm surprised that knight was defeated."

Said a muscular, well-dressed, bearded man smoking an imported cigarette.

"We should prioritize the search for Ganne, that idiot must be in some brothel or casino."

Everyone's gazes focused on the man sitting on a throne made of bones.

His right hand was touching his cheek and his left hand was touching the armrest.

"It is useless to discuss it."

"If one or two of our knights die, there is no matter, even if one of you archdukes also dies, it doesn't matter."

The man with the cigarette clicked his mouth when he heard that the seated man didn't care if he died or not.

"All that matters is what I wish. I, the emperor of the Ideal Empire."

The emperor of the Ideal Empire raised his hand, his white skin and long black nails could be seen clenching his fist.

"To guarantee my wish. My ideal world, the sacrifices made don't matter."

This man was one of the final enemies of the game, the one who wished to obtain an "ideal world" as indicated by the name of the empire.

The meeting ended and the emperor remained seated, his bright red eyes filled with a glow of ambition beyond that of an ordinary human being.