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From there, accompanied by Hog, Aengus headed straight for the secret underground military harbor, while one of his clones traveled directly to the location where the world of Mythraldor was placed.

With his mastery of Space Law at 100%, he could now traverse hundreds of light-years in a single jump. It wouldn't take long to reach his destination.

Meanwhile, Bella remained behind at the Grand Imperial Palace, temporarily taking over Hog's duties of management and signing official documents.

As she elegantly signed a parchment with a quill, she suddenly sensed someone outside the door.

Her third eye—the Eye of the Enchantress—glowed faintly, revealing the identity of the visitor.

"Come in!" she said, granting permission for them to enter.

The door creaked open, revealing Albert's figure.

"Ah, Your Empress... Why are you here? I mean, shouldn't Commander Hog be here?"

Seeing the Empress alone in the room, he suddenly became flustered and panicked. He muttered his words, his gaze fixed on the floor, not daring to meet Bella's eyes.

Bella's expression darkened slightly in displeasure.

"Why? Can't I be here?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "And you don't have to look down like the others. No one will harm you. Lift your head, Albert."

"Uhm... As you command, Your Highness!"

He hesitantly lifted his head, but still, he dared not look her in the eyes.

Bella sighed inwardly. There was nothing more she could do about it.

"So, what's the news?" she asked, shifting the topic. "Your Emperor and Commander Hog have gone on a secret mission together. They will be away for a while. I will be in charge in their absence." She stated this calmly.

Albert hesitated before replying, "Your Highness, some of the kings are causing unrest and making unacceptable demands of the Emperor."

"For example..." Bella signaled for him to continue.

"They are no longer willing to send troops at our call. They have stated that they no longer wish to remain part of the Kievan Empire. They are demanding freedom. But I believe some unknown force is trying to stir a rebellion among them... Why else would they suddenly have the courage to oppose us?" Albert clenched his fists in frustration and rage.

Bella absorbed the news and smiled. But her smile was more chilling than a devil's. Her eyes squinted with cold detachment.

"How many are there?"

"Nearly a hundred, Your Highness."

"Only a hundred?" Bella scoffed, then ordered, "Hmm... Send the 11 Dark Executioners to eliminate those kings and any opposing parties at once!" Her voice was cruel and unwavering. "We cannot allow the rebellion to grow. Traitors deserve no mercy!"

Albert felt a chill crawl down his spine at the Empress' order. He realized that Bella was not the gentle and kind woman she appeared to be on the surface. She was as determined and ruthless as His Highness.

"I will relay the order at once, Your Highness," Albert said, bowing in relief before hurrying away as quickly as he had come.

Bella watched his retreating figure, her expression thoughtful.

"Is it Blue Moon Empire? Or someone else? Do they think we are so weak? Let them come. Once they get taste of his prowess, they will know the true meaning of fear."

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Underground Crafting City.

"These two are the only Heaven-Class blueprints we have, Your Majesty!" A sturdy, towering giant announced respectfully, standing behind Aengus and Hog.

They were currently inside the underground harbor—a small city in itself. The only difference was that everywhere the eye could see, there were massive assemblies of machinery and metal ores.

The craftsmen here were no ordinary people. They were giants, nearly twenty times the size of a human. Their unimaginable physical strength stemmed from their mastery of the Law of Body Strengthening.

Among the tens of thousands of them, most were Sky Dominators, while hundreds had reached the level of World Dominators.

Some carried massive steel ores, while others transported heavy parts toward battleships that were in the process of being built.

Aengus and Hog examined the blueprints with equal attention.

Behind them, the Grandmaster Craftsman of the Harbor watched curiously, wondering if the Emperor and his commander could even understand such intricate designs. He stroked his long brown beard in deep thought.

"Huff..."

Hog sighed, rubbing his temples. He had given up, tired of staring at the overwhelming technical jargon on the blueprint.

He turned to the Grandmaster Craftsman with an embarrassed look and said, "I'm growing old, you know."

The Grandmaster nodded respectfully. "I understand, Protector." He chose his words carefully, not wanting to embarrass the revered commander any further.

Inside, however, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. His craft was not something just anyone could master. It took decades—centuries even—to truly grasp. As an experienced master, he was proud of his work.

But then… his gaze shifted to the New Emperor.

Unlike Hog, Aengus had not given up.

His eyes remained locked onto the blueprints, his expression as if understanding everything as he filpped through page by page.

"Come on, how long are you going to pretend?" Grandmaster Baldor muttered under his breath, gloating inwardly.

Even he—after years of experience—had struggled to fully comprehend the Heaven Class Battleship Blueprint.

Despite his efforts, he had failed miserably.

Failed to replicate the masterpiece his master once created.

Failed to live up to his master's expectations.

And for that… he carried deep shame.

As a Grandmaster Craftsman, it was the most humiliating thing imaginable.

And now, before him, a fledgling Emperor—one with no prior experience in engineering—was pretending to be an expert?

How infuriating.

The only reason he held back his anger was the Emperor's power and status.

He had already been informed about the events outside—about how this man had risen to the throne.

That alone made Baldor restrain himself.

But only barely.

After a while, Aengus closed the Blueprint neatly.
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Then he muttered, "Alright, I think I am ready to give it a try. I will make this battleship by myself."

"What? Ridiculous!" Grandmaster Baldor snorted in response.