Nereus received Andromeda’s decree at Astreos’s western border.

“I see.”

He had just finished handing the Ancient Empire relics and Hall of Purity equipment that Andromeda had brought back from Soletaraon over to the adopted members sent from the main house.

Nereus watched the cloud of dust receding into the distance as Scipio of the mounted patrol departed with countless wagons.

“I heard Kyrie conquered Flammerios.”

“Yes.”

His adjutant, wearing the prosthetic arm Kyrie had bought for him, nodded.

“He’s gone far. I’ll have to take down at least Septentrios myself if I want to save face.”

Nereus had not felt inferior when Kyrie received the title of Guardian of the Realm of the Empire.

After all, nobody actually knew what that position was supposed to do.

That was precisely why Nereus had spent an entire day fuming when Kyrie intervened in the Flammerios civil war “as Guardian of the Realm of the Empire” and distinguished hi...

Chapter 286

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