One of the Strongest...
Before crossing into this world, she had faintly known that her power was one of the strongest. But since it was "one of," it meant that there were others who were also "one of."
Could that guy named Ainz Ooal Gown be one of them? EeDeChi murmured as she caressed the giant sword in her hand.
In the magnificent palace, the area around where she stood was a blackened mess, scattered with curses, flames, iron arrows, and ice cones left behind by the attacks of court mages. The marble floor was burnt black by magic, yet she remained unscathed.
"The Four Knights of the Empire, is this all they have?" Disappointment flickered in EeDeChi's black eyes. No wonder Baharuth Empire willingly became a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom. The strength of humans was simply too weak.
The three knights who had just attacked her with murderous intent were now lying in the three corners of the palace, their armor torn and wounded, groaning in pain.
These three people had relatively high Justice Values, so EeDeChi didn't kill them, but they wouldn't be able to fight again in the short term.
One of the three knights, Baziwood, was pale, and there was a large dent in his high-quality Adamantite armor. He tried to stand with his sword supporting him, but in the end, he only knelt on one knee.
EeDeChi ignored him, waving the giant sword in her hand and walking towards the defense formation of guards that was already on the verge of collapse. The guards surrounding her in a fan shape couldn't hold their shields and long spears steady, their eyes full of fear, and their Adamantite armor rustled as they retreated.
Emperor Jircniv, who had been sitting calmly on the throne, stood up. His handsome face was now blank, with a hint of trembling in his voice. "Brave warrior, please spare them. If Lord Gown wants to take my life, he only needs to deal with me alone. Please don't harm my people and subordinates."
"Your Majesty! Don't do this. We are too weak and couldn't protect you..." One of the Four Knights of the Empire, Baziwood, showed a look of unwillingness, struggling to stand up.
EeDeChi stopped and turned around, looking puzzled. "Who is Lord Gown?"
Jircniv hesitated for a moment and said, "The unparalleled God of Destruction, the most powerful Magic Caster, the eternal emperor of the Sorcerer Kingdom, the writer of magical rules, the master of time and space, the king of the undead..."
EeDeChi was astonished, "So many people!"
Jircniv continued reciting like an actor in an opera, "The one who controls the world, the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the great and supreme—Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Is it Lord Gown who sent you?" Jircniv asked tentatively. He thought that this powerful person who had just effortlessly defeated the Four Knights of the Empire and grabbed him by the collar to throw him onto the throne must have been sent by Ainz.
"Oh, you mean Ainz Ooal Gown. His name has such a long prefix," EeDeChi suddenly realized.
What she didn't know was that this overly flattering passage had been crafted by the literary minister of the Baharuth Empire over three days, all to flatter Ainz.
"I wasn't sent by Ainz Ooal Gown, in fact, I haven't even met him." EeDeChi waved her hand and said, "And, I intend to deal with him."
"Deal with... Lord Gown." Jircniv gasped, his tone nervous. "Deal with him... What does that mean?"
"What it means is... if I can kill him, I'll kill him; if I can't, I'll remake him," EeDeChi explained, looking relaxed.
Jircniv involuntarily took two steps back, then sat back on the throne. He covered his head with his hand, his mind racing.
"But before dealing with him, I have something to discuss with you," EeDeChi said, walking to the throne with her sword, staring at Jircniv.
Jircniv finished his thoughts and looked up, meeting EeDeChi's unfriendly gaze. A forced smile appeared on his pale face.
He commanded the guards shivering in the palace, "Everyone, get out. Knights, quickly find the court priests to treat your wounds. Without my orders, no one is allowed to enter!"
The guards and court Magic Casters picked up their weapons, supporting the panting Four Knights of the Empire, and gradually left the palace. The palace gates slowly closed, and the vast palace became empty again, with only Emperor Jircniv and EeDeChi left.
Jircniv, sitting on the throne, slightly bowed his body in a humble manner and said, "Brave warrior, feel free to make any requests."
EeDeChi didn't beat around the bush either and said directly, "I want you to amend the law to prohibit prostitution for those under 18! Also, strengthen the supervision of the entertainment industry, with an annual crackdown on prostitution."
"Crackdown on prostitution?" Jircniv was a bit puzzled. "Also, isn't it 16 years old to be considered an adult?"
In most countries and tribes in this world, 16 or even 14 years old is the age of adulthood. After all, most boys and girls have to bear the responsibility of supporting their families early on.
EeDeChi widened her eyes, showing anger on her face. "Are you trying to be difficult?"
"Ah... no," Jircniv realized that the girl in front of him was displeased and hurriedly added, "I can also amend the law to set the age of adulthood at 18."
"Good, you're quite considerate," EeDeChi nodded in satisfaction.
"Is there anything else you need?" Emperor Jircniv tentatively asked.
EeDeChi stared at the top of Jircniv's head. In her vision, there was a number: -52, which was the Emperor's Justice Value.
"Well... there is one more thing." EeDeChi reached into her pocket and took out a golden, slender stick-like object—a pen. She aimed the pen at Emperor Jircniv's head. The tip of the pen was sharp and slender, shimmering with golden light.
"What is this? What are you going to do?" The Emperor's voice carried a hint of fear.
"This pen is called 'Modify,' my exclusive magical item. It's been a long time since I used it," EeDeChi said to herself.
"It not only assists me in casting the Magic Repeater, but its main function is to modify a person's Justice Value. This pen generates 2 Justice Value per day and can store up to 500 Justice Value. It can imbue the stored Justice Value into others, and the effect of infusion depends on the other person's strength. The weaker the strength, the better the effect of infusion."
Jircniv looked at the sharp golden pen, its tip pointing at his forehead, less than 20 centimeters away, with a golden edge shimmering on the tip.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of fear for no reason and wanted to stand up from the throne.
EeDeChi pressed his head firmly and said seriously, "Don't struggle, young man. As an emperor, your Justice Value is only -52, too low. I've painstakingly accumulated 132 points here, so I'll just give them all to you."
"Relax，I am coming." With that, she muttered some words, and the pen in her hand emitted a surge of golden light, shooting straight into Jircniv's forehead!
"Now the Justice Value is 79," EeDeChi looked at the number above the emperor's head and nodded. "With the protection of the emperor's aura, only 1 point was consumed, not bad."
Jircniv felt a warm stream churning in his brain, but it quickly calmed down. He nervously checked his body and found that he hadn't lost any parts or organs. His mind seemed to be normal, and he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
EeDeChi put away the pen in her hand, patted Jircniv on the shoulder, and said in an encouraging tone, "Do well, little brother. You are a competent emperor, and I have high hopes for you. Remember, don't employ the undead with a Justice Value of -500 in the future. It will have a bad influence on your character in the long run."
"I... haven't employed... them..." Jircniv felt puzzled but didn't dare to say more.
The black-haired girl with a somewhat old-fashioned demeanor tied the giant sword to her back again and walked towards the outside of the palace.
"Warrior, where are you going?" Jircniv asked in surprise. Did she rush into the Imperial Palace, hold the emperor hostage, injure the Four Knights of the Empire, just to have the law amended to prohibit children and teenagers from selling their bodies?
"I have a lot of things to do. First, I need to find the whereabouts of my subordinates, and then I'll find Ainz Ooal Gown and ask him to hand over a girl obediently," EeDeChi replied without looking back, kicking open the palace gate, walk in a hurry, and disappearing into the palace.
Jircniv slumped on the throne, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and his body deflated. He propped his head up with his elbow, calmly contemplating.
After a long time, as if suddenly understanding something, he smiled and muttered to himself, "The heroes nowadays have really unique personalities."
A disheveled head with white hair cautiously looked around outside the palace gate. After confirming that the female bandit was no longer in the palace, the disheveled white-haired person cautiously walked in.
He looked at Jircniv on the throne for a long time and found that the emperor was still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Jircniv looked up and saw that it was the Empire's Prime Minister, Justin. He was one of the few senior ministers in the cabinet and had served as Jircniv's teacher when he was still a prince, so they had a deep bond.
Justin bowed to Emperor Jircniv and said, "Your Majesty, it has been confirmed that the crazy female bandit who broke into the noble mansion in the southwest district of the imperial capital last night, burning it down and killing a count, is the culprit! The empire issued a city-wide wanted notice for her last night. Fortunately, this bandit has not completely lost her mind and did not harm Your Majesty..."
Jircniv looked at the slightly trembling gray beard of the minister in front of him, waved his hand, and smiled, "Justin, when I was young, you told me many stories of heroes fighting dragons, just like the legends of the Thirteen Heroes. A powerful hero, with the help of the king, through relentless battles, slays the dragon, rescues the princess, or defeats the demon king to save the world.
"I always wanted to be a hero back then, to create my own brave and fearless legend, to be passed down through generations. But unexpectedly, I didn't become a hero, but a king."
"Your Majesty, leading the people and soldiers of the empire is your inherent duty. Heroes are just bedtime stories for children," Justin said somewhat anxiously.
He couldn't figure out the meaning behind the emperor's words. Did the emperor suddenly want to become a hero? Then his guilt would be great.
Jircniv smiled, "Since there are demon kings, there must be heroes. She is the hope of the empire. As a king, I should provide weapons and magical items to this hero, but with her strength, she definitely wouldn't be interested in any weapons in my treasury.
"Pass on my orders, cancel the wanted notice for this bandit. Also, summon the Minister of Legal Affairs. I want to convene a royal meeting as soon as possible!"