It was as if within an endless tent, a golden tent was situated at the center, exceptionally conspicuous.
The surroundings were heavily guarded.
The Dread Emperor sat on a low stool; he not only wasn't repulsed by the titles given to him by various nations, but instead liked them very much.
An emperor who instills fear in all.
The Dread Emperor, in his view, that title was truly wonderful.
He even instructed his subordinates to call him the Dread Emperor.
"Milante crowned himself king in Feda, preparing to face me to the death on the Meland Plains. With him facing me directly, you'll attack from the side, ambush the granary at my rear."
The Dread Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Mida Ambassador below was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his head pressed directly on the floor, saying: "Yes, Milante is overestimating his abilities, wanting to challenge Your Majesty's authority.
