Industrial Cthulhu? It's Cthulhu Industrial!!

Chapter 14: The Scorching Sun (Please Read!)
When the first ray of morning light shines on the top of the Imperial Church, it means that the nobles have begun their activities for the new day.

They were neatly dressed and used various spells or props to get themselves to the office, where they could accurately find the information they needed from the vast sea of ​​files to make judgments or arrangements.

The nobles of a higher level sat up on soft velvet mattresses. Their servants had already prepared exquisite clothes and accessories to dress them up, waiting to be sent to the restaurant to start a new round of game between the high-level nobles.

But for the top class, the nobles who stand at the top of this country, their lives are very casual.

Sitting in the bishop's hall decorated with gold, cutting the juicy barbecue with a knife and fork with sleepy eyes, or doing something you want to do.

In this terrible country, only the top people have some free time during this period to do what they want, or it is simply a waste of time.

They were the core and linchpin of this nation. Though they hadn't yet reached the heart of Her Majesty the Queen's permanently sealed conference hall, their lives had become independent and autonomous. They weren't as busy as servants, slaves, or the lower class aristocracy.

As for the common people? Oh, of course, they never have time to sleep.

A single injection of divine potion could satisfy all the hopes of the lower classes, so how could there be any time for sleep? This was something for the nobility and the upper class.

Time was meaningless to the lower classes. Only the nobles who were dining in their magnificent palaces overlooking the smoky Londinium had any time at all.

Moreover, this emptiness was mostly used to exchange interests among the nobles.

For example, at this moment, a well-dressed man in military uniform walked up to the sleepy girl and snapped his fingers elegantly.

Gilded tableware, exquisite-looking fruits, vegetables, and bread appeared before the man without warning. He pulled up a chair and sat down, seemingly casually asking the sleepy girl in front of him:
"The coordinates of the Misty Islands have been overwritten, and the seal has been triggered. Was it your family who did this?"

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

"Your Son of God was transferred away three days ago. Everyone knows this. And he was very kind, wasn't he?"

He put a round fruit into his mouth and chewed it. A liquid as fragrant as red wine flowed out of the light green fruit, flowing in his mouth like blood, and was swallowed into his stomach by the man in military uniform.

"'The sheer volume of death has made your industry a joke. Your civilization is worthless and of no benefit. Stop it now.' To be able to utter such outrageous words and still survive is truly admirable. A true member of the Primordial Family."

"It's better than betraying Her Majesty and then nonchalantly denouncing the loyalists here, don't you think?"

"Whatever you say, the Royal Navy has always been Her Majesty's sword and shield. Her Majesty certainly knows many secrets. Perhaps this is one of them?"

"So exile is the safest option."

There seemed to be no logical conversation. The words of both parties were fragmented and the conversation was rambling.

The clinking of knife and fork against plate made a gentle sound, a part of today's aristocratic etiquette. Only true aristocrats would eat in this way, having the leisure to chat.

This is the surplus belonging to the top nobles of Londinium in the Eternal Sun Empire.

"So? Your fleet has already set out? To completely wipe a suspicious area off the map?"

"Of course, we all think so. But it doesn't rule out the possibility that others seem to have deeper plans."

The man in military uniform reached out his knife and cut open a piece of meat. The rich juices and flesh were easily cut apart, torn into pieces, and then into the noble's mouth. "Conversely, have you found out which side of the divine touch he belongs to?"

"What about you? Are you sure?"

"I don't even know where the next fleet will go, so how can I know this? It's even possible that they are completely new and unknown gods. What does what they want to do have to do with us? We don't actually need to know."

After stuffing all the meat into his mouth, the man in military uniform said incoherently:
"As long as we keep killing and sending people away, killing and sending people away, and let one choir and musician after another tell us what they love to hear and see, then their joy and anger will continuously turn into the materials we desire to establish our kingdom. This is beautiful, and no noise is needed."

"If the wizards and the people from the Church heard you, they would definitely not forgive you. You actually described them as actors and clowns."

"But unfortunately, the Church of Britannia has been independent for hundreds of years."

The man looked at the girl in front of him who seemed to be laughing, shook his head, and slowly stood up.

"If he is a dangerous god, then kill him. This is not the first time we have killed these ancient creatures. Their gaze is still in the distant past, while we have already established ourselves in the future."

"What if it's not?"

"We are happy to form a partnership with any god, just like the thirteen wings of Britannia. If he wants, he might replace one of them. Of course, that would require brutal and fierce competition. Countless gods are sending their touchstones to descend, but the only ones manipulating the situation are the Queen. And us."

"It's a good thing to have confidence, and I sincerely hope you will always have this confidence to win."

The girl shrugged noncommittally.

"I wish our imperial cause will never decline."

"Of course, the light of Britannia shines on every corner of the world, today and forever. Whether it's Germania, the Church, or the survivors of the Purple Nobility on the far edge of the Old World, they can only bow to the greatness of Britannia. It is the only thing they can do."

"uh-huh?"

"It's just that the test has arrived. A god, no matter how benevolent, should transform the archipelago into his kingdom within six months. Otherwise, he wouldn't be a qualified god. Isn't that why you sent the pioneering certificate?"

"That's really overestimating us. We only hope to send the tentacles of the gods away. Our family can no longer afford a more serious price."

"So we can take it over. It's just a fleet as a gift, which we can accept. Your offer is very sincere, and we will of course give up three routes and hand them over to you for safekeeping."

"That's perfect."

"A very constructive day, I wish you a happy day."

The man in military uniform nodded to the girl, stood up and left the table.

The girl was still cutting the meat with sleepy eyes, and she cut it into extremely small pieces, as if she had some deep hatred for it.

(End of this chapter)