Deep Cold has always been fundamentally different from other organizations.
The North Sea is an imperial court, a dynasty.
Before Demarco Mount's Wolf Cavalry stormed into Ivory Bay, it was one of the rare independent regimes.
Even if the nation perished,
Everton Davenport, upon arriving in Star City, quickly established a small imperial court.
Including this magnificent palace, which even the martial world's largest organization, Deep Cold, couldn't rival.
Now, a soldier with a strange smell rushed into the Eight-direction palace, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Such a lack of decorum.
And the smell on this soldier…
"Your Majesty!"
Thump!
The soldier knelt before Everton Davenport, bowing his head in worship.
"How audacious! How dare you barge into the Eight-direction palace, have you no sense of decorum at all!" Everton Davenport's face was as still as water.
As he grew angry, numerous guards immediately rushed over from the entrance.
