957 Personal interest
Poison Rock Planet-- Throne Hall
"..." Sitting on a luxurious seat, Marshal Snite rested his chin on both hands and stared ahead seriously
Usually, Marshals do not stay on their home planet Poison Rock for more than a few days on short visits for certain reasons before returning to their assigned planets again, so there are no designated headquarters for them, there are only nine luxurious seats below the throne of Pythor, and when the nine meet, a table is placed in the middle to explain plans and display papers and such.
Today there was no meeting, there were no tables and papers, there was not even Pythor... Just the huge empty hall, and a single person sitting on one of the nine seats anxiously, while another is walking around.
"Hey Marshal, do you believe that fate is making fun of us?" Near him, the tenth Marshal, Haros, laughed. He wasn't allowed to sit on any of the nine seats, and due to the chaos in the empire, a seat had not been made specifically for him yet. Of course, he could have chosen one of the seats of the marshals who had fallen in the war, but he said that was unlucky and refused. He simply walked lazily between the seats.
"Depending on what you mean..." Marshal Snite replied shortly.
"We were chosen to overtake Planet Gudah together, then we were chosen to stay behind when the invasion of Nihari began so I could guard Planet Gudah and you could take care of the empire's affairs, then for the third time we stayed together at Poison Rock to defend it and manage the affairs in His Majesty's absence, don't you think there's a certain annoying pattern repeating?"
"We should be grateful for His Majesty's trust." The Marshal replied formally without blinking an eyelid. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Are you hinting at something, Harus?" Snite lifted his head up and narrowed his nonexistent eyebrows
"Me? They're just thoughts, no need to put explanations on them~" Harus smiled and slowly started to walk around the throne
"Oh? I want to hear your thoughts on the current plan, what do you expect from it?" Marshal Snite leaned back in his seat, this was the first time Harus spoke openly to him, perhaps because he finally felt that he no longer needed to put flowers on his words since they were now on the same rank.
"There's nothing to say, the war is over in my opinion. Out of the 500 Imperial Guards, the best 300 were selected and sent to Nihari, led by His Majesty Pythor himself, the one who injected himself with more blood than all the Marshals combined, the only one among us who refined a planet's spirit and received its Gift, and on top of that he took with him five Calamity Seal Cubes, each containing 40 years of the Overlord's cultivation and a shard of 50 units of his soul!"
"...And if that wasn't enough, 500,000 fully healed law-user soldiers were gathered into 4 fleets from the remnants of the armies that returned in defeat from the True Beginning Empire's planets, Jura, Greenland, and Orphan Blood, led by 600 surviving Martial Emperors, and they were all sent to Nihari two days ago. It is expected that when they arrive, the war will already be over, and they will just go survey and collect spoils."
Then he stopped and looked at Snite, "It's strange that after all these winning cards that don't accept interpretation, you still sit there worried and ask me what to expect? Maybe I should ask you if you're hinting at something hehe."
"...." Marshal Snite was a little shocked and then looked at the ground again, perhaps the shock of the recent defeat caused a crack in his confidence in the Great Serpent Empire, or the enemies' capabilities overwhelmed him?
*Bzzzz*
"Hmm?" Marshal Snite stood up slowly, "Is this the Capital Space Gate being activated?"