“Y…Your Highness... Wh…why are you doing this all of a sudden...” Count Calvat stuttered as fear enveloped his body. The figure whom he thought was just a simple puppet to them before had disappeared without a trace. Ellie was a decisive empress so it was obvious that she had a reason for acting in such a behavior.

“First, bow your head to the ground or I will blow it off,” Ellie said, smiling coldly.

Count Calvat hurriedly rushed to plant his head to the ground.

“You have to get in line over there too.”

Count Calvat maintained his current position and crawled towards the other nobles lined up with their heads bowed to the ground too. They all looked completely ridiculous, but strangely enough, there was a sense of uniformity and homogeneity among him and the nobles that were shaking in a line.

“I see that you have sent out a warrant for the Frying Pan Killer. I have made a thorough investigation about the things that you have said.”

“...”

“Is a fabricated lie supposed to be written in something like this?”

“Fa…fabricated... W…what do you mean...” Count Calvat stammered. He thought that he should first avoid her sight, but at that moment, Ellie’s hands shook.

Twist!

“Ghhgk!”

Count Calvat’s right leg suddenly twisted up as Ellie said, “Bury your head like this. If you ever stray away from that position, your head will fly.”

“...Urk!”

“Don’t make me ask you twice. The warrant that you have written is false, right? I have clear evidence with me.”

“...”

“Would you believe me if I told you that the Frying Pan Killer is my dearly...