This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

Almene suddenly woke up, having unknowingly fallen asleep on the desk after a night of studying and handling tasks.

Blinking for a moment, she soon hurried to her father with a pale face.

"Father!!"

The Emperor, equally busy with state affairs, saw his daughter's disheveled hair and chuckled softly.

"It seems you fell asleep at the desk again. It's good to be passionate about learning, but be careful not to get sick..."

"Devil worshippers have appeared in Scrap Yard!! Iomene has moved there with the power of Dulaneor and is currently engaged in combat!"

"Scrap Yard?"

Almene nodded, sharing all the information with the Emperor in real-time.

"The saint was found collapsed in the basement, and a giant pillar of light bearing the emblem of the Goddess Lilia is illuminating the entire city. Thanks to that light, all the devil worshippers and dark mages in the city have reverted to their original forms. The White Order's First Company is currently in combat!"

At this, the Emperor immediately sprang into action.

"Summon the commander of the Black Fortress!! Immediately!!"

Within just 20 minutes, a man appeared before the Emperor.

A thin, muscular man with an expressionless face.

His plain and dry demeanor showed no particular features, yet he was the one who knew the most secrets in the empire.

"Give me your orders."

The commander of the Black Fortress, Otto Delmark, asked without any formal greeting.

His attitude might have been considered rude, but neither the Emperor nor Otto cared about that.

"There are devil worshippers in Scrap Yard."

"What would you like done with them?"

"Exterminate them."

"How far shall I go?"

"Mobilize the soulless ones."

"It will be done."

The conversation ended.

As soon as their exchange concluded, Almene raised her voice.

"Father! Please send me to the scene!"