"Levi Sherman once admonished his children that the only thing capable of tearing the Empire apart was public opinion. When the populace wished to leave, the Empire would cease to exist.
"So, that means he's definitely fine."
"But the Old Emperor of the Empire is an inept ruler, he truly is!"
Emilia, exasperated, beat her chest and stomped her feet:
"An inept ruler is capable of anything; right now, he might be hanging, being whipped with a little whip!"
Edwan remarked,
"Uh, is it the kind of little whip I'm thinking of?"
"What?" Emilia asked, perplexed, "Isn't it just a flogging?"
"Oh, right, right," Edwan squinted and smiled, "If you believe your elder brother, the 'little Emperor,' has even a tiny bit of insight, then rest assured and wait here. Approximately... let me calculate the time on Emperor Star... in about seven or eight hours, you'll witness a grand award ceremony."
"An award ceremony?"
Edwan adjusted his retinal protection glasses and calmly said,
