Huh? Are they all real?.

"Take a look at this letter and decide if it's genuine."

Sequence 5 prophets are not many, and Sequence 5 prophets are even rarer, but such a useful method must not be too few in the capital of an empire.

Upon seeing the arrival of the prophet, Potter's heart leaped into his throat.

Damn it, how could I forget this!

By using prophecy appropriately, one can completely determine the authenticity of this white letter.

Potter instinctively reached for his chest—Mount's letter was there.

Porter's subconscious action was also fully observed by his two superiors beside him.

Unlike Potter, they were not only nobles, but also genuinely capable.

This country was pulled back from the brink of empire's end by the Grand Duke of Westeros.

The Empress has fully accepted the Grand Duke's arrangements, so in this situation, there won't be any useless individuals in special units who only have bloodlines and identities.

This made them all raise their eyebrows in unison.

Is there something wrong with this guy?

But the lead golden eagle still looked at the prophet.

"let's start."

Those people are indeed Abyss Cultists, there's no lie about that, and this is a huge deal.

The prophet nodded and began his prophecy:

"Great Creator, all the spirits of the world, please give me revelation, show me my future, and tell me the answer."

He saw revelation in the prophet's elaborate chanting, and also in the spiritual powder he constantly scattered.

With just one glance, this Sequence Five figure, who was already considered a great figure among mortals, immediately covered his eyes, which were bleeding tears, and knelt on the ground.

"what happened?"

The three hunters who followed the sound did not step forward immediately, but instead gripped their weapons tightly.

Prophets are very useful, but they can also easily see things they shouldn't, leading to their own corruption and depravity.

"Demon, my lord, I have seen the demon manifest in Suras!"

“That is a high-ranking demon. Its power and status have corrupted prophecy and spirituality. I cannot see its true form, but it is indeed in Suras.”

"Hurry, go!"

Even with tears of blood streaming from his eyes, the prophet who had seen that terrible revelation dared not delay in speaking out what he had seen.

This answer relieved Porter.

Fortunately, although the evidence was fake, the content was true.

The golden eagle immediately addressed the hunters who had followed the sound at the door:

"Did you all hear that? Immediately notify the city of Suras and everyone who needs to be notified! Get ready, we're setting off immediately to support the Suras Academy."

The prophet was led away by the silver owl.

The golden eagle smiled and stepped forward, patting Potter on the shoulder.

“Well done. Your name is Potter Harry, right? I will report your achievements truthfully, and I believe Her Majesty the Queen will personally reward you for your performance afterward.”

That sentence is truly heavenly.

Potter was so excited he almost cried.

A promotion is in the works!

"My lord, I... I will definitely work even harder from now on!"

After the golden eagle nodded, it said:

"Alright, you go and get ready. We're going to Suras together. You stay with me."

"Yes, my lord!"

An incredibly excited Potter left.

Good days are here!

The golden eagle, watching Potter leave, took out the note left by Moen.

Potter Harry was still too inexperienced compared to him.

With a soft chuckle, the golden eagle slowly and methodically unfolded the folded paper.

He wanted to see what this yellow-headed eagle was hiding.

And this is also the thing he regrets most in his life.

With just one glance, the dignified Golden Eagle of the Overwatch Council clutched his heart, gasped sharply, and collapsed.

He lay on the ground and began to convulse.

He recognized the handwriting all too well!

'Oh my god, why did I have to be so impulsive?!'

He watched as his subordinates, who were about to enter upon hearing the commotion, rushed inside.

After a brief moment of thought amidst its swift flight, the golden eagle stuffed the note into its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Chapter 16 Deeply Rooted Fear

The golden eagle of Polis felt that it would never forget that person's handwriting.

He felt a deep fear of this man even before the Lord of Westeros defeated the other six dukes and began his march into the capital.

Because whenever a pillar and its allies are defeated, inhumane exploitation and oppression ensues.

This is completely different from the previous custom. In the past, let alone a high-ranking noble like the Seventh Duke, no one would surrender without a fight.

Even a minor baron would not be treated like this.

We are all nobles. If you show such a lack of consideration, others will not show any consideration in the future either!

Conversely, if you take care of me, even if I don't guarantee I'll take care of you in the future, at least others will respect the rules and give you and your family dignity.

This was a tacit custom that the Baratheon aristocracy had reached over hundreds of years.

As a result, this guy came and ruined everything.

This is a power-grabbing monster who has absolutely no regard for rules or honor.

He seemed to have been born to trample on everything of the old aristocracy.

Nobles will never die!

Before this grand duke suddenly attacked, this was his only understanding.

Everything the other party did after taking control of the capital further confirmed his thoughts about this person.

This person is truly here to challenge the existing order!

The Polis Golden Eagle had never seen a ruler kill nobles as ruthlessly as he killed commoners, no, he killed the poor!

When he had just led his troops to disperse the House of Representatives, at least a hundred nobles were put on his death list and executed in public every day.

It was also at that time that the entire capital was shrouded in the shadow of the death and reign of the Lord of Westeros.

As a teenager, he would get up early every day and wait in front of the notice board, just like the poor people who waited for relief food at the church gate.

Filled with indescribable fear and under almost suffocating pressure, he scanned every name posted by the Southern Knights.

They were terrified that they or their family members would end up on that death list.

Fortunately, they were blessed by the gods and the kings.

Perhaps it was because his small family was simply not good enough for the Grand Duke.

Until Her Majesty the Empress successfully dispelled the shadow of death that shrouded the capital, their family did not appear on that death list.

Even so, it was a fear that ran deep in his bones.

As a respectable nobleman, he could have easily saved his life no matter what.

But this person doesn't care about any of that!

In this person's eyes, his life was no different from that of an insect!

When he learned that he would really die, and that he was constantly brushing shoulders with death, fear was completely ingrained in his heart.

He knew perfectly well that the perfumers were the ones who made the most money in Baratheon.

Because most of the nobles who survived the Great Purge simply couldn't fall asleep without a perfumer's specially made hypnotic incense.

He even relied on hypnotic incense to get through the most difficult period.

He only stopped using it after becoming a mid-series transcendent and developing a strong resistance to most hypnotic incense.

Even if the other party did nothing!

What's more terrifying than death is the unknown torment.

Therefore, even if he hadn't clearly seen what was written on it, he could still see it clearly.

He immediately recognized whose handwriting it was!

Because when he was young, he had to look at the list written by this person hundreds of times every day to calm his fear.

However, he was also quite grateful to the Grand Duke.

After all, without this Grand Duke, their family would never have had the chance to come up here.

The rigidity of the aristocratic system is particularly evident in Baratheon!

Without this madman who tramples on everything, many of today's new aristocrats would probably still be toiling away on the streets.

Therefore, his feelings towards this person are extremely complex.

The fear reached its peak because this person made him realize that the other party really would kill him, and it all depended on whether the other party was in a good mood or not.

He also deeply concealed his gratitude, because almost everything he had now came from this madman's madness.

Of course, the latter is a fundamental error that absolutely cannot be made public.

"Sir? What's wrong?"

He looked at his subordinates who had helped him up.

The golden eagle of Polis waved its hand and said:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little dazed. You can all go now, I just need some time alone. Oh, by the way, I'm going to the restroom first. You don't need to come with me."

Although his subordinates were a little puzzled as to why this veteran general, who had been through many battles, would suddenly act this way.

But they didn't say anything; he was their boss, nothing more.

After leaving his office, the Golden Eagle of Polis did not go directly to the restroom, but instead went to the equipment department first.

After dismissing the staff, he took a bottle of strong laxative from the medicine storeroom to cleanse the intestines.

This was originally intended to prevent people from getting poisoned.

But now, he's going to need it.

Because he just ate that piece of paper.

But he had to get it back to Porter as soon as possible, or the latter might notice something was wrong.

He didn't know what the relationship was between Potter and the monster, nor did he know what role the monster played in this matter, and he had no idea what would happen after the monster returned.

All he knew was that he didn't want to get involved in this.

And last night, the prophet revealed that 'He' has returned!

So now he just wants to be an outsider, just like he did when he survived.

He knew that, theoretically, he should immediately report all of this to Her Majesty the Queen, to tell the Queen and everyone that the monster had returned, the great tyrant, the Duke of Westeros, who trampled on everything!

But he dared not; the fear of his youth had deeply dominated his mind.

He simply didn't have the slightest courage to stand on the front lines against Westeros.