As if hearing his chancellor—and friend’s—thoughts, the Emperor lifted his eyes. He looked toward the distant window and the Empire on display beyond. “We are not afraid of dark magic,” he said. “We will destroy this Rouran army—and their witch.” As he went on, the Emperor’s voice grew louder, stronger. “Here is my decree: We will raise a mighty army. Every family will supply one man. We will protect our beloved people and crush these murderers.”

His decree complete, the scribes around him frantically wrote down his words. It would be their job to deliver his decree to the people of the Empire. And as it was decided, no family would be allowed to object. The Emperor would have his army.

Watching the court bustle into frantic motion at the Emperor’s decree, the young guard who had narrowly escaped the Rourans moved toward the exit. With a nod to the Chancellor, who was in the middle of speaking to several scribes at once and barely acknowledged him, the guard made his way through the long throne room and out into the hall. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第8页/共10页