The council hall was crowded with people, and it was a routine meeting, chaired by Princess Ina herself.

As the Grand Commander of the Pioneers, the main force of the Imperial City's foreign wars, Ina sat on the left, and her cronies sat beside her.

Sitting on the right is not the second princess Clara, who is second only to Queen Mia and Ina, but her favorite man, the commander of the Black Knights, Girard.

Queen Mia had twelve daughters, all of whom were of great strength, but the other ten princesses did not hold power. They were assigned some busy but inconsequential tasks in the city by Ina. Perhaps apart from Ina and Clara, the Queen has long forgotten their names and looks.

On the periphery of the long table stood a number of note-keepers and a number of low-ranking councillors.

At this moment, the spacious council hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"We must shrink our defenses!" Girard banged the table, the knight commander who had been on the battlefield for many years was attending a meeting for the first time. He didn't pay attention to etiquette, and he didn't even take off his heavy black armor.

"For your reasons, Girard!" Ina spoke calmly, looking more like a dignified lord and a future queen than her own mother—even though she looked older than her own.

"Your Highness Ina, do you still want to pretend to be stupid?" Girard stood up and stared unceremoniously into Ina's eyes.

"Be careful with your tone, Lord Girard!" Tim, the young councillor behind Ina, spoke.

"Hahaha!" Girard laughed, glancing casually at the crowd. "When I'm talking to Her Highness Ina, the others had better shut up!"

"You ......" In order to maintain the majesty of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Tim took two steps forward without fear.

Ina waved her hand, motioning for the loyal young man to stand back, then fell silent and waited for Girard to continue.

At the end of one round, the spokesperson of the second princess, Girard, has completely fallen behind in demeanor and momentum.

Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Gilal simply said bluntly: "Okay, since you are in the way of face, let me do it." Those who believe His Highness have also noticed that recently, there have been some Busen people who have ignored the agreement between the two sides and have been constantly sneaking up on our elite warriors. ”

"That's normal, Master Girard, we're now at war with the Busens, the Batmen, and all the other organized evil creatures!" Tim reminded loudly, with the resentment of being reprimanded by Girard just now.

"Pay attention to my words, it's the elite fighters who are losing, not the young cannon fodder!" Girard replied unceremoniously, his eyes still fixed on Ina.

Young Tim looked left and right, and the people around him were as shocked by Girard's ignorance and arrogance as he was, except for Ina and a few commanders who remained calm.

"There are indeed some crazy Busen people on the front line, what does Clara teach you?" Ina acquiesced to Girard's words and reminded him of his identity.

Giral's face became ugly, but he had to grit his teeth and hold on: "It's very simple, we ask more young people to join the knights!" ”

"Clara's request is not excessive." As soon as Girard's words ended, Ina smiled and spoke. "But now, the expansion, guarding, and logistics of the royal city all need manpower, including pioneers on the front line."

"But......" Girard wanted to argue, but Ina immediately stretched out her hand to interrupt him, and continued: "So, your black-armored knights should find a way to reduce casualties, instead of wantonly consuming the so-called cannon fodder!" ”

Girard clenched his fists vigorously and said hatefully: "Well, since Her Highness Ina has spoken personally, I have no choice but to make the biggest concession on behalf of Her Highness Clara, we need at least a thousand young people to make up for our losses!" ”

With that, Girard stood up and stared at Ina with fierce eyes. He knew he was far from Ina's match, but he was even more reluctant to bear Clara's wrath. The woman who gave herself great strength had a thousand ways to make him miserable.

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, Ina happily agreed to Girard's request.

Girard breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that Her Royal Highness Ina didn't seem to be as difficult as she imagined, maybe she was looking at the face of the second princess, maybe she had heard of her prestige on the battlefield......

"But...... Mine is not now! Ina spoke again. I have sent for Her Majesty's advice to shorten the breeding period of the women a little shorter. I believe that in many years, we will have more young fighters. When the time comes......"

Before Ina could finish, a snickering sound rang out around her.

"What!" Girard jerked to his feet and shouted in a thunderous rage, "You are humiliating me! Even if you are the child of the Queen, you should not humiliate a knightly commander with great achievements! ”

"Enough Girard, don't be stupid!!" Tim immediately stood up and rebuked.

"Sober up and see who you're talking to!" Someone shouted again.

……

"Hahaha!" Girard, furious, no longer paying attention to everyone's advice, laughed and walked to the throne at the end of the long table, and sat down on his ass.

There was a gasp, and everyone stared at Girard's ass, which was now sitting on Her Majesty's throne.

"What? Are you doubting my guts, or are you doubting the resolve of Her Highness Clara?! Girard looked at the sudden stiffness of the expressions on everyone's faces, not realizing in the slightest that he had seriously offended the majesty of the Queen.

No one answered him, except a look of surprise or a cold look.

Only Tim, the innocent young man, stammered, "You dare to sit on Her Majesty's throne, you ...... You...... This is blasphemy! ”

"What are you?!" Girard asked, looking back at the back of his seat, his face immediately turning pale.

But he still refused to show weakness, and said strongly: "What is there to be afraid of!" Even if Her Majesty were to be there, she would not blame me for this inadvertent mistake. ”

"Bang! Bang! As a vague shadow flashed, two loud noises rang out in the council chamber.

Everyone was startled and looked around to see what was going on.

A whimper sounded, and Girard clutched his neck.

"Blood, blood!" Someone shouted, pointing to Girard, who was sitting on his throne. Crimson blood poured out from his fingers.

"Help ......" Girard stretched out his other hand, trying to grab the person closest to him, and shouted 'Help me', but unfortunately he couldn't make a sound.

"Your Majesty is angry!" The man didn't care what Girard's bloody throat was muttering, and he turned and slammed his head to the ground, kowtowing in the direction of the Temple of the Moon.

Everyone reacted and hurriedly kowtowed. Even Ina got down on one knee with a strange look on her face and saluted in the direction of the Moon Temple.

Someone noticed a circular hole in the wall, and from the position and angle, the vague shadow of the arrow clearly came from the direction of the Moon God Palace.

No one cared about Girard's injuries until he reluctantly coughed up his last mouthful of blood......