"Holy crap, a new Divine Chosen!"
Phield rubbed his eyes to make sure he had not seen it wrong before finally letting out a sigh of relief. His territory was desperately short on manpower right now.
After zooming in on the map and taking a closer look, a strange sense of familiarity washed over him.
"Isn't this where the underground ball is being held?"
Phield slapped his forehead and muttered inwardly, Oh no.
"Could it be Night Owl? Or someone Simon captured and intends to kill? That would be troublesome. That bastard Simon is ridiculously lucky. He keeps catching Divine Chosen with incredible potential."
Since Simon was always capturing beautiful women from across the empire, he somehow kept getting lucky and catching women with exceptional potential. However, he never contracted them. He simply used them for his own amusement.
By the time they arrived at Maple Leaf Territory, Simon was already waiting for them.
"Is that… the Imperial Guards?"
