Within a mansion in Molok City,
Marquis Soros Bieberloo, who had originally supported Duke Dexas as the new Emperor, was trembling in fear, kneeling in the living room of his own office.
Chilled to the bone, his spirit felt on the brink of shattering under an invisible yet crushing weight.
As he knelt there, Soros' gaze was locked onto the floor, his body quaking and sweat trickling down his face in rivulets. The commanding aura of the West's leading nobleman had faded into nothingness.
Within such a suffocating atmosphere, Soros waited anxiously for a response from the figure seated before him,
Finally,
After an excruciating five minutes of dead silence, a booming laugh shattered the tension, causing a surge of relief to flood through the distraught Marquis,
"Excellent work, Marquis Soros. It's clear to see why you are at the helm of the most influential family in the Western Night Empire. Your capabilities are indeed commendable."
