By the way, Wahl Icht is one of the neutral factions, one of the four major factions of the Empire.
And also the weakest faction.
"It seems both gentlemen have arrived."
"Since that's the case, I'm not late either…"
"Punctuality is a killer's virtue."
After Wahl Icht and Neinhart, the one who entered the conference room was a young man with a skull emblem on his forehead, wearing a tailored suit…
The young man's age was probably similar to twenty-eight-year-old Neinhart, but he looked too old, giving people the impression of an uncle.
"Yo! It's Jacob Lessio~"
Neinhart still quite liked the young man in front of him…
Perhaps it was because the other party was a genius in assassination magic; these guys who specialize in assassination would not leave any scent on their bodies for success, plus the other party's attire was very meticulous, and classic things like suits are timeless. He's quite a clean person.
By the way, Jacob Lessio, like Neinhart, belongs to the Eileen faction.
"Oh, everyone's here~" Just after Jacob took his seat, the conference room door was pushed open again, and two new members of the Spriggan 12 arrived.
One of these two was a silent, burly man over two meters tall, wearing a black cloak and carrying two sharp scythes on his back.
The other of these two was completely white, a stark contrast to the dark-skinned burly man, carrying a cross on his back, and dressed like a monk.
"Larcade and Bradman?!"
Neinhart couldn't help but yawn when he saw the newcomers.
"Remember, it's Larcade Dragneel."
"I have a surname, so it's best to call me by my full name."
Larcade said, looking at Neinhart with a half-smile…
And he spoke his surname at a volume that was neither too loud nor too soft, just clear enough for everyone present to hear.
It was said that this surname had a great origin…
The legendary Emperor of the Empire also had the surname Dragneel.
Larcade seemed to have a blood relation to that Emperor, meaning he was a Prince.
Of course, these were all rumors.
Yes, Larcade and Bradman, these two, one white and one black, were undoubtedly part of the Emperor's faction.
"Oh! Everyone's here!"
"Asuna, we need to hurry a little, or it will be rude."
"Tifa, you shouldn't rush me. It's mainly Emilia who is too slow."
"I can't help it! I promised to teach the lonely old grandmother in the Third District how to make bread. I can't go back on my word, can I?!"
"Didn't August also say that one must be trustworthy?"
"Alright, alright, come in quickly!"
Next to enter the conference room were three beautiful girls of varying appearances. Just looking at their looks, the youngest one was only fifteen, just having come of age (the age of majority is the same in West Continent and Ishgar)!
But no one in the room dared to underestimate the three of them, especially Neinhart. He vaguely remembered that when he was young, just graduated from military academy, these three looked exactly the same…
More than ten years had passed, and he had gone from a newly graduated apprentice knight to a Knight Commander and one of the Spriggan 12!
These three were still so young, as if time had left no trace on them.
"Asuna, Tifa, and Emilia?!"
"Since these three have arrived, it means that great person should also be here…"
Neinhart murmured to himself.
These three beautiful girls were the last faction among the Spriggan 12, and the only force in the entire Empire that could contend with Eileen's faction, the subordinates of the 'Magic King' August.
Mentioning the 'Magic King' August, Neinhart couldn't help but tremble. In the entire Empire, only two people made Neinhart unable to harbor any thought of resistance: one was Irene Belserion, whom he served and who was known as 'Scarlet Despair,' and the other was the 'Magic King' August, who commanded all magic in the world.
"Boom!!"
Just as Neinhart was muttering, accompanied by an overwhelming magical power that assailed him, a young man, completely clad in white, quietly appeared at one END of the long table.
"Uh…"
The moment the young man appeared, everyone in the room simultaneously stood up and bowed to him, greeting him: "Greetings, 'Magic King' August!"
The newcomer was one of the Empire's two Regents, August, the King of all magic, standing at the pinnacle of the concept of 'magic.'
"Sit down."
August, clad in white, casually yawned. Sixty-seven years had passed, and time seemed to have stood still for him; he still maintained his youthful appearance.
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