While Colonel William was fervently engaged in adapting to the Steam Knight armor, the imperial court envoy who had already allied with Perfikot was aboard her lent Flying Airship, returning to the Empire.
Sitting inside the cabin of the airship, the court envoy, now with a dual identity, was seated at a small table, writing a letter in the light streaming through the porthole.
Using a quill, the court envoy swiftly wrote on a sheet of white paper. On the completed letter placed to the side was a line that began: "Honorable Princess, I have already been in contact with Count Brandelis. Her progress is going smoothly, so you need not worry."
Evidently, this court envoy was not rely a simple court attendant as he claid on the surface.
"This Count Brandelis is still too young, to have so easily believed my identity..." Placing the finished letter aside, the court envoy looked up and gazed out the window, the sight of the blue sky and white clouds invoking a sense of reflection.
At this mont, the Flying Airship was navigating above the sea of clouds, the thick cloud layer beneath them resembling a sea of white.
For humans who have never flown before, such an experience is unimaginable.
Even for a steadfast agent trained by the intelligence bureau like the court envoy, it was hard to avoid feeling shaken the first ti witnessing such a view.
This led him to sincerely admire Perfikot’s talent, a true era-defining individual.
Much like Master Watt who invented the steam engine, their inventions propel the progress of human civilization.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but lant that if not for the apocalyptic threat, Perfikot would surely be the Empire’s brightest new star, radiating brilliance in this era.
Rather than, as now, having to use her talents to save humanity.
Yet perhaps a genius is always a genius, even facing the apocalypse. Count Brandelis still demonstrated her unparalleled wisdom and talent. While the capital’s nobles bickered over asures to face the end of the world, she was already taking action, beginning self-preservation and rescuing humanity.
Though she was sowhat reluctantly compelled in the matter of saving humanity, the court envoy could sense that Perfikot indeed dedicated imnse effort and achieved considerable results.
He dared not imagine how humanity could survive this dreadful cataclysm without Perfikot’s efforts, relying solely on the Empire’s people.
Information he obtained revealed that the end-tis threat was sothing Perfikot was the first to discover and warn the Empire about, while the other Old World nations remained ignorant!
This shows just how precious the ti Perfikot bought for the Empire!
If like other nations, unaware of impending doom, humanity wouldn’t have enough preparation ti to face this terrifying catastrophe.
At that point, the Empire would be caught unprepared in this sudden apocalyptic disaster, with potentially no survivors.
From this perspective, no amount of royal support for Perfikot would be excessive, even though she already initiated a massacre in the New Continent colonies.
In fact, part of his mission as the royal envoy was investigating what happened in the horrific incident Perfikot caused in New Shaker City.
To be honest, at first glance of that terrifying statue, he nearly wet himself out of fear.
Especially upon hearing these people were made into such horrific artworks alive, he felt genuine terror.
As an agent, he had long been accustod to life and death, even ready to sacrifice for the Empire, but this didn’t an he could accept being grown over by a tree from within and skewered like barbecue on its branches.
Death is simple; every intelligence bureau agent gets a custom poison capsule during training, stored in their back molars for suicide if necessary.
Crushing the molar releases the poison instantly, taking the agent’s life painlessly and without delay.
But facing such painful tornt was an entirely different matter.
So much so, that seeing the statue, he even considered giving up.
Fearing that if his identity was discovered by Perfikot and she wanted to kill him similarly by skewering him on a tree to suffer miserably for days before death, he wondered if he could withstand it.
The answer was obviously no; such torture would be unbearable for anyone.
He also understood why Perfikot did this, genuinely recognizing the significant impact of her actions.
According to intelligence bureau reports, the independence movent in the New Continent’s colonies hit an all-ti low during this period, with all previously active independence organizations falling silent.
No one dared provoke this terrifying Count at a ti when the bloody atmosphere of New Shaker City hadn’t faded.
Even to the point of giving her a derogatory nickna, "the Scarlet Alchemist", implying an alchemist bringing bloodshed and slaughter.
For a fourteen-year-old noble girl, the nickna was indeed unpleasant, but ntioning it to Perfikot, the Count who orchestrated the massacre simply stated: "Killing a few people to prevent more deaths is the best deal."
As for the unsavory reputation? Perfikot felt that a frightening title could actually help her establish authority.
"It must be said, from a certain perspective, she indeed established astonishing authority, with a very effective intimidation strategy," the court envoy thought, continuing to write on the paper, while appending his evaluation: "The Empire’s policy towards the New Continent colonies has been too conciliatory, leading to the rise of the independence movent. Though I believe colonial authorities can handle these issues, even if ard rebellion occurs, the Empire’s army can suppress it.
However, compared to Count Brandelis’ thods, we seem inefficient. She achieved in less than a week what the Empire couldn’t in years, at the cost of just a few hundred dead."
Reflecting on this, the court envoy couldn’t help but compare the Empire’s low administrative efficiency with Perfikot’s efficient execution in the Northern Territory, writing in his letter: "Princess, watching Count Brandelis’ decisive actions, sotis I wonder if the Empire has truly decayed, that we’re outdone by a child..."
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