Meanwhile, in the capital of the Orthus Empire, Ophelia—disguised as a servant—paced back and forth in the throne room in a panic, biting her nails. In her hand was a letter addressed to the Emperor from a spy regarding the movements of nobles, soldiers, and commoners living in territories governed by lords across several major cities in every region of the Orthus Empire.
"Damn it... damn it all... how could this happen," Ophelia muttered.
"Give it up already, Ophelia."
Ophelia turned to see an old man standing behind her. Her face immediately contorted with rage at the sight of him.
"Bedryt, why are you here? Why are you mocking me?" Ophelia screamed.
