As Oleg knelt down, all the other ministers followed suit one after another.
Even though many of them were indeed unwilling, they had to bow their knees due to Ye Wanlan's power and fear of her martial prowess.
In unison, the sound was deafening.
"Your subjects pay respect to Your Majesty—"
Amidst the bloody hall, the officials submitted and the knights pledged allegiance.
On the dark red crystal throne, Ye Wanlan sat quietly, accepting the homage of hundreds.
The still warm corpse of the Beirut King lay at her feet, the blade of the Shadow Trailing Sword glimmering coldly, with every inch of air filled with a wintry chill.
"The first matter, Lancelot." Ye Wanlan raised her hand and tossed a tablet to him, her expression indifferent, "All those people you said should be killed, you have three days to finish the task."
Lancelot unfurled the scroll, his expression shifting.
The file on the tablet contained densely packed records of hundreds of names.
