"Ahem… I'll need to discuss this matter with the Treasury Administrator."
The Human Emperor gave a dry cough, trying to mask his disbelief, and immediately pulled out his communicator to contact the administrator of the Human Treasury.
"How many Abyssal Cores do we have in the treasury right now? Do we have… one hundred thousand?"
On the other end of the line, the Treasury Administrator froze.
What?
Why was His Majesty the Human Emperor contacting him this late at night? And asking for such an astronomical number of Abyssal Cores?
Could it be... that he was planning to activate some apocalyptic-level magic array?
"Your Majesty, forgive my boldness," the administrator asked cautiously, "but may I ask… why do you require so many Abyssal Cores?"
"Don't ask. Just answer," the Human Emperor said briskly, his voice brooking no argument.
He had always been direct in his ways—he didn't need to explain himself to anyone, even someone as critical as the keeper of the nation's wealth.
