Honey Empire: Building the Sacred Empire Official

The Emperor went back to the things he needed to do after the celebration. He went down to see the troops that would be sent instead of wasting his time on the union ceremonial to the concubines.

These soldiers will be sent not only to raid the empire's safety but to deliver the things needed by the people without being stolen.

He wore a common and dull-colored attire with a hood that would cover up his real identity so that he wouldn't get too much attention since he is not someone who will be ignored when you see him in a place. No matter whether you know him or not,

He doesn't make any announcements since he knows his people will make it flawless if they hear that he is coming to check.

A sudden, crashing sound was heard from a distance. The emperor stops and turns around to see where the sound came from.

Soldiers are all roaming around the place, just speculating.

He passed through the crowd and saw a young man on the floor drenched with stinky water. The crashing sounds were weapons that were scattered all around the area. His specially made high-quality weapons, which he ordered from Fidelphia, were all scattered on dirty ground by these id*ts.

A group of newly hired idi*ts is bullying someone weak who is working inside the armory.

But none of those mighty soldiers that he had there had the compassion to help this poor man. What kind of soldiers does he have under his empire, and are they those to be sent to help his people in this crisis?

"WHY WEAK CREATURES ROAMING AROUND A PLACE LIKE THIS? FILTHY!" The man remarked as he spat.

"What a shame! An eyesore!" they continue to mock him as the poor man limps on the floor.

"I said you cannot take stocks that are generally meant for poor people and distribute them initially and double for the noble families just to be favored by them," he stated.

Stephen wants to utter words to the emperor, but the emperor signals him to wait.

'PATHETIC! AT LEAST YOU WOULD DIE FIGHTING FOR YOUR BELIEFS. YOU AND YOUR FAMILY SHOULD VANISH!"They scoff, not knowing that they cut the nerve out of him.

The young man pulled out his dagger and ran towards him to slit his throat.

Since he was thin and light, he was dragged like a sack and thrown into the pile of things that were waiting to be loaded and transported.

Their leader, a muscular and huge guy, was very pissed. He was holding his neck, applying pressure to the bleeding wound area. A perfect spot for an easy death.

They got him and circled around that young man to beat him up to death.

However, there is no trace of fear or regret in his eyes while receiving those beatings as they leave marks on his face. He is willing to die fighting for what he knew was right.

'How dramatically honorable,' the emperor thought sarcastically. He always encounters id*tic people with principles, but that makes things a little saucy and exciting, just to cut the lame, obnoxious act of systematized flow of natural toxicity that takes common ground in his life and society.

Finally, the emperor barges in.

He hit all his offenders one at a time.

The young man knows the fatal part to hit for easy death, and that may be something he finds amusing about that weakling. Aside from not being scared of death and getting beaten, not only for being an honorable fool but also for being aware that he is weak yet he gambles on a single attack that will surely kill his opponent.

He knows that if the enemy survives, he'll die. Unfortunately, he is to die, but his death will be such a waste.

The leader of the gand is on his knees, and at that very moment, the higher-ranking soldiers begin to move and try to stop him. 

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered with a disappointed expression. So he beat all of them, leaving them all limping on the ground.

Everyone was stunned by terror.

"You," he called for the guy who was bullied, "What is your name?" he asked with his cold tone and intimidating aura.

He kneels on the floor and sticks his face to the ground. "Oran"

He threw the wood he used to beat them up; he did not use his sacred weapon or even any metal weapons set in the place. He fixes his cloak and straightens his posture showing his nobility, while he turns to receive his officials.

Led by Princess Beatrice and Prince Orion, they came rushing because they had heard the report.

Like the young man, they start kneeling on the floor.

"Disappointed that it's just me and not another soldier with potential," Evan stated.

"You should bear your face to the ground as well, ASHAMED. I was not pleased with your military forces being undignified and non-humane." 

"We have recruits in the area, Your Highness. They are not disciplined yet," said Princess Beatrice.

When the people saw the officials, they also fell on their knees, realizing who that strong man was.

"Are you hearing your words? So that means all of them are new and undisciplined? Even your old high-ranking military doesn't know what to do in times of ruckus? Are you telling me they are new and lacking as well?" he stated coldly with his attitude.

"Maybe I'd rather punish the two of you shamefully or remove their positions since they are unworthy idiots," he demanded.

"No one will take charge of the dispersal," she reprimanded.

"Then be responsible enough to solve that problem that was assigned under your branch of the empire," he insisted.

The princess apologizes immediately for the mistake she made. The emperor ignored her and went commanding 

He took his hood off, showing his bare face.

"T-the emperor," they muttered, concealing the intimidated expression on their faces. It is a splitting image of the previous one, indeed.

"Clean this mess," he ordered, and heal him at once and then bring him to me," he added, telling his butler to call for a healer and heal the young man named Oran.

He wished to speak to him.

When all was settled, he was brought to the emperor. He dined with him at lunch with the chief priest.

"Thank you for protecting me, my emperor, but I am not worthy of such special treatment," he uttered with a hoarse tone.

"Do you prefer eating on the ground like a dog?" he suggested, making an undignified offer, Confidently sure that this young man's pride would never accept. 

He was silenced, and Kal's laughter was all heard in the dining area.

Evan was a murderer, but he saved lives, like how he adopted Alas.

"Follow me," he commanded. "It has been years since the last time I saw those avenging eyes that will embrace death and undoubtedly kill without hesitation," he said, referring indirectly to Alas.

"What land did you come from?" he asked.

"I'm from an island in the western region. I am a tribesman," he answered.

"So you are sent here to the castle to work for your family?" he asked.

He shook his stooped head. "I don't have a family anymore. My family was sold to die like lambs for slaughter by my father's betrayer, his best friend. I fled to Astrat (a place outside but near the capital) and worked there for four years," he said. "I met some people, and then they recommended me to work here in the Center Kingdom. " I had a wife but she died with our first baby, then I decided to work here."

"So you're homeless?" he said sarcastically.

Oran was stunned yet he nodded. "Yes, that's true," he answered.

"Then live for me," the emperor said. "It seems you are unaware that you are a threader. You are very useful," the emperor stated.

"I am?" he repeated with unbelief.

"You don't know?" The priest spoke as he used his sacred gift to see it through.

With a regretful reaction, he sulked, "If I only knew, I would have saved my family."

"That won't do; your sacred weapon is still 2 years embedded in you, which means it was implanted just 2 years ago," the chief priest stated.

"I accept your offer, and I give my allegiance to the Emperor," Oran stated as he stood up and kneeled on the floor in front of the Emperor.

After the meal, the young man was taken to another place, providing him with more promotions he was unaware of.

"I didn't know that you were obsessed with loyalty, honor, and principles," the chief priest teased his friend.

He just shoved him off, leaving him to go to his chambers to rest.

"Mean," Kal chuckled.

Assassins are a vital part of the emperor's army. They are someone who freely moves in many aspects. Unlike the soldiers, who only move according to their position,

The front liners, the second-in-line, the backups, and so on.

"Train that child," he said as he entered his room. He had summoned Alas.

"He's a threader? What exactly did he do?" Alas asks as he reveals himself to the emperor.

"He has a complex weapon; he brings confusion to his enemies," he stated. "Although he is a weak vessel and unable to use it properly yet, he can be nurtured and trained well for good results.

He lowers his gaze and apologizes. "I beg your pardon, my Lord."

Evan chuckled. "You didn't notice either," he said.

"He has a sacred weapon that inhibits the possessor's strength and stamina while confusing. It is a deadly, formless, draining weapon," he said.

"He'll be my new vassal sent under my name to overlook the movement in certain areas," he stated.

Alas nodded his head and left. He already knows what to do next. He is his Lord's right hand, the assassin who does most of his dirty business. He had already planned the next steps.