"The Emperor of the North Sea Empire, who by his own strength re-forged the Bayfolk Five States into the North Sea Empire, and condensed the supreme Crown—Byron Lancaster?!"
"This..."
In truth, he had already steeled his heart: every single Resentful Coin had, to some extent, altered the continental balance and wrought far‑reaching consequences. If one was not a great figure, one simply did not deserve to be killed by them.
So even if this time the mission target was the current Sultan of the Star Moon Empire (roughly equivalent to a King), that Muhammad II who in 1453 completely reclaimed the Holy City, bearing the Kingly Title "Lord of Two Lands and Two Seas".
The Mountain Elder would still remain unflinching.
Yet in this instant, it was as if the ones struck numb were not those Death Soldiers, but himself; his whole being went numb.
"How could the target be him? Who in the end is the employer?"
