The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Look what Victor has turned it into now! Lowly people are wandering the streets of the upper city at will, slaves are freely entering and exiting public places, and servants and attendants are constantly plotting to murder their masters. Everything is in chaos. Commorragh has become a vile kennel, filled only with beasts and devoid of civilization. The most precious traditions of our race have been lost. Alas, it is heartbreaking."

Archon Shelynn chuckled softly, opening a fan made of human bone to conceal the smile at the corner of her black lips. She wore a low-cut dress armor, exposing her alabaster skin on her shoulders, chest, and even thighs. Coupled with her charming and alluring face, she appeared extremely graceful and attractive. However, do not be deceived by this appearance, as she was actually a very combative female fighter and a cruel female assassin.

"Uncle, it's probably difficult for the Commorragh people to accept the old order where nobles are always nobles and commoners are always commoners. Let's be realistic. Besides, you know how our ancestors lost, don't you? You were a firsthand witness."

"Who would have thought that a slave could be so shameless, and also... there was a troublemaker back then."

As he said this, Klaerrach seemed to think of something, paused for a moment, and then shook his head.

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"Victor's rule is a mistake. It has lasted for thousands of years, but we still have a chance to correct it."

Nheios Iliassian was an energetic and astute man, as could be seen from his sharp face and pointed nose. The Iliassian family was also an ancient lineage, with its history dating back to when Commorragh laid its first brick. After several ups and downs, this ancient family still occupied a key position in Commorragh's upper echelons. But the more it was like this, the more cautious Iliassian was. He knew that Victor was always watching him, and the one he was most wary of was them, the remnants of the old nobility.

As for why he didn't take action, perhaps Victor thought they were no longer a threat.

Arrogance, almost all Archons had it, and Victor should be no exception. Iliassian had always thought so.

"Oh?"

Klaerrach curiously tilted his head.

"Iliassian, old brother, what do you have to say?"

Iliassian raised his hand and pressed a button next to him, and then the image changed, turning into a magnificent naval battle scene. Blue-white warships and red-black warships crisscrossed and fought in the void. A warship as huge as a butterfly was particularly conspicuous among them. Each flash would bring a suffocating destruction. Its realism made Shelynn widen her eyes.

Suddenly, Klaerrach raised his hand and said tremblingly:

"Doom Moth! It's the Doom Moth! I only heard my father mention it... the pride of the empire, the destroyer and nightmare of the lower races, and also the empire's top-secret warship!"

After examining it for a while, Shelynn put away her fan and said to Iliassian:

"Where did you get these? Victor would definitely keep them tightly under wraps."

"From the Flayed Skull side. They also participated in the battle. I exchanged dozens of special-grade slaves for them."

"So, is this the reason you called us here?"

Iliassian raised his glass. Shelynn smiled slightly, also picked up her wine glass, and lightly touched his.

"Gentlemen, our ancestors were once the leaders and administrators of Commorragh. I wouldn't dare say they built it well, but in the chaotic times after the Great Fall, our ancestors did their best to stabilize the situation, expel the heretics, seal the webway gates, and preserve the last essence (dregs) of the Aeldari Empire. But Victor, a shameless thief, without any merit, stole the fruits of their labor through conspiracy and then used every means to persecute, humiliate, and slaughter our ancestors and descendants. How can we forget this eternal blood feud? How can we forget the former glory of Commorragh?"

With two claps, Shelynn gently applauded and then gave him a flirtatious look.

"I didn't expect you to be such a great orator, Iliassian. You've made me feel all fired up. Shall I stay here with you for the night?"

But Klaerrach had no mood to care about their romantic affairs and said somewhat impatiently:

"Yes, yes! This city should be our property. Victor is a thief! Damn it, a son-of-a-bitch thief!"

The reason he was so excited was because the Klaerrach family used to be very, very wealthy, known as owning half of Commorragh. But after Victor came to power, he used coercion and enticement to constantly seize the family's wealth. And what was worse was that because Klaerrach was accustomed to luxury and had very poor management skills, the family's wealth was being depleted even faster and would soon be exhausted, and even the cabal was difficult to maintain.

Therefore, he was very eager for change, or rather, a coup.

Iliassian glanced at him, hid his contempt, and then continued to speak with fervor:

"Now the opportunity is before our eyes. The Eternal Court is shaking Victor's rule and has already demonstrated the strength to defeat Victor head-on. When this damn slave thief is unable to absolutely suppress his opponents, it means the beginning of his downfall."

"Iliassian, old brother, what is your plan?"

"We must assist the Eternal Court and use their power to continue to strike at Victor, preferably inciting them to attack Commorragh!"

"This—"

Shelynn put down her cup, fanning herself as she said:

"Let's not talk about whether the Eternal Court looks up to us. Even if they do, how are we going to incite them to attack Commorragh? Even if it works, what benefits will we get if they really take Commorragh? Become subjects of the Eternal Queen? And if they can't take it, do you think Victor won't notice our actions? How will we clean up the mess then?"

Klaerrach also nodded.

"That's right. The Eternal Court probably won't recognize our power, right? We're not even sure if they'll restore our noble status and identity, and can you accept that kind of boring life? No slaves, no arena, not so much fun."

Iliassian smiled slightly.

"The Eternal Court doesn't have an absolute advantage over Victor. That's our bargaining chip. The power of the three cabals combined is not small, and it is even more crucial in the game between the two. Secondly, we incite the Eternal Court to attack Commorragh, and what we want is not victory or defeat, or rather, slow victory or slow defeat."

"What do you mean?"

"It's to ensure that Victor doesn't lose so quickly, or to ensure that the Court doesn't win too quickly. It's best if the two sides are deadlocked for a while. We can achieve this by selling intelligence from both sides. During this time, Victor will definitely invest all his power in fighting the Court. We will recruit troops and expand our forces under the banner of the Court. When the Court and Victor are exhausted and both sides are injured, we will launch a surprise attack and kill Victor! By then, with the power we have developed and the great achievements we have made, we can ask the Court for a duke or even a prince. Then, we can propose to the Eternal Queen to restore the 'old system' of joint governance by the Commorragh nobles. It is reasonable in terms of both emotion and reason. In addition, the Court's strength will be weakened, so they will definitely want to get a compliant Commorragh and will definitely agree. At that time, the three of us will divide Commorragh equally! With strength, we can outwardly comply but inwardly defy, and the Eternal Queen can't do anything to us."

The pie he drew made Klaerrach's dim eyes light up.

"This, this plan is good! This plan is good! A win-win situation, a win-win situation!"

Shelynn glanced at Klaerrach and then smiled:

"The idea is good, but the first step is very difficult. How do we get the Eternal Court to believe us?"