Meanwhile, the person who ordered the bombardment of the royal palace was leisurely sipping wine just outside its walls.0

“I never liked the interior decorations anyway, so this works out nicely.”0

Verdandi reclined in a custom-made mobile throne while watching the destruction of the palace with a calm demeanor.0

However, she soon issued another command, as though unsatisfied with the bombardment.0

“Deploy the Iron Fleet as well.”0

“T-The Iron Fleet, sire?”0

The officer of the royal guard gasped in horror. If the pride of the Proatine Kingdom, the Iron Fleet, was deployed, then the palace would undoubtedly be reduced to ashes.0

“You can’t do a half-hearted demolition, can you?”0

“B-But, Your Majesty…”0

The palace was the symbol of the kingdom, and losing it would have a devastating effect on the kingdom’s prestige. Not only that, the losses from the people and materials lost would be astronomical, too.0

The bombardment itself could already be seen as an excessive use of force, but if the Iron Fleet was added to the equation, then the palace would be absolutely decimated, leaving behind only its ruins.0

“I don’t care. Bombard it. This is the perfect chance to sweep away all the traitors. It’s a shame some of them could’ve been really...0