Chapter 89 - The Sword Festival, Part 3 (2)

So, the Emperor had set his sights on Myrcella, aiming to secure a powerful alliance with the Kingdom of Milham. It made sense. With Milham's cutting-edge technology backing his forces, taking Bethlan would be almost too easy—like a wolf sinking its fangs into the throat of a helpless lamb.

"He's really dead set on conquering the world, huh? Think he's got what it takes?"

Leonora just smiled, a lazy, confident curve to her lips as she shrugged, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

"His Imperial Majesty is a little crazy in the head, but I think he's got the chops to do it, you know? You should consider allying with him too, my brother."