A long walk

"You can't possibly expect us to-" A man came forward. He looked decent and seemed rational. 

Or so he appeared to be. 

'And aren't those quite fancy equips?'

Lv 79; rank A

Already?

Wow. 

How?

"I can. After all, I'm the strongest and you lot are destroying my empire."

"But aren't you enslaving people and-"

"And aren't you mistaken?" I shrugged. "Do they look enslaved to you?"

He looked around. 

They all did.

The otherworlders, according to Slack, were like mud. I could shape them however I wanted to.

However, at the same time, working with mud meant I'd have to get my hands dirty.

"Imposter!" Some noble-looking guys hurried over. "Don't listen to him- he's-"

Oh yeah, the Count of this place. Val.

"The rightful Emperor of Vestia-" Lisbeth said. "And I believe I won't have to remind, who I am?" She smirked.