The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking

the door that they returned to their senses.

The two dryads only froze for a moment before lunging forward.

Unfortunately, even freezing for a moment was fatal when facing Kevin.

“The spirit is commendable.” Kevin shortly commented on the two dryads’ hardworking character.

He sidestepped the fatter one while raising his hand to chop the thin dryad’s withered wrist.

Clang –

The thin dryad’s fingers went limp, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a sound.
When it tried to look down to pick it up, it saw a long, thin hand pass in front of its eyes.
The next thing it heard was a crunching sound of bones.

The sound came partly from its ears and partly from its flesh and bones extending to its brain.

It was dumbfounded for a second before its eyes finally widened in horror, slowly realising that its neck had been snapped.
It fell to the ground with a rapidly frozen expression.
Before it died, it heard another clear, crisp “click”.

Kevin snapped the necks of both dryads in one fluid motion.
He patted the dust from his hands and bent down to pick up the iron sword from the ground.

There were glowing insect sacs all over this underground settlement, enough to illuminate the entire activity area.
Kevin took a cursory glance and saw dryads everywhere, and swords were scattered all over the floor.
Several kitchen-like caves had been toppled, and some had been crushed by the rocks rolling down from nowhere.
Only a few were still standing, but no people were probably left inside.

Seeing that the chaos had ended, Kevin simply stopped and leaned against the pillar in front of the kitchen cave with his sword in his arms.

The falcon circling overhead let out a long cry and shook off several of the stiff feathers that had been scraped off by swords and stray bullets, clearing the battlefield one last time and then slowing down to land.

Kevin lifted his eyes and saw the giant falcon at the head of the fight swoop down, its large wings casting a pale shadow on the ground.
A large black face nestled at the head of the eagle, which would have been one with the darkness if not for the large white eyes.

“Aiyo! Isn’t this the little white-faced commander!” Dan shouted noisily.

A man sat on bent knees on the broad back of the giant falcon.
The man’s eyes had fallen early on to where Kevin stood, his gaze half-lidded, but his chin slightly raised, his posture as condescending and arrogant as ever.

The yellowish glow of the insect capsule outlined one side of his face, with a deep brow and narrow, thin cheeks, appearing handsome and sharp.

The corners of Kevin’s mouth quirked up, and his eyes brightened, saying to that person with a quite teasing tone, “Nice momentum, just in time.
If I’m an eighteen-or-nineteen-year-old lady, I will be crying for your hand in marriage for being saved like that, Your Majesty.”

The giant falcon was still more than two metres above the ground when Oswald rolled right off its back.
He tugged his cloak hood down and tossed the copper wire mask he carried in his hand to the Wujin Iron’s deputy who had followed him.

He gave Kevin an expressionless glance up and down and spoke coldly, “Who says I’m here to save you?”

Anyone would be in a good mood with the burden off their shoulders.
Kevin, still smiling, didn’t bantered with him and willingly accepted his views.
“Okay, you’re not here to save us.
Can I ask what are you doing here, Your Majesty?”

Oswald squinted at him for a moment and reached up to pull two paper balls from a leather bag hanging from his belt.
He looked down and unfolded the two sheets of paper, holding them between his fingers and shaking them at Kevin.
“I’m here to see if you’re terribly idle.”

The two pieces of paper were only palm-sized and had probably been ravaged more than once, making them look particularly crumpled.

But Kevin could recognise at a glance that they were his letters to His Majesty the Emperor.
With an innocent look, he said, “Why am I terribly idle?”

Oswald sneered.
“I told you to write a clear route, but you didn’t write it properly.
You only drew these nasty things.
A person without imagination wouldn’t understand what the thing you drew was!”

Kevin shamelessly raised his chin.
“Don’t look for a fight, ah.
I drew a concise picture.
The person who didn’t understand it was retarded.”

Oswald: “…..”

Kevin thought of Oswald’s previous reply, which had not yet occurred to him.
But now that he had heard Oswald’s reference to “imagination”, he was suddenly blessed with an understanding of what was meant by “filthy things, unpleasant to look at”.

He pondered for a moment and could not help but add, “As for the imagination…..Your Majesty, aren’t your imaginations a little too far from ordinary people? But you’re only in your early twenties, still young and vigorous.
I can understand it.”

It was fine if this bastard only said it, but he even casually glanced below Oswald’s waist.
Nobody would believe it if he said it was unintentional.

Oswald: “…..”

Finally rendering this aggressive Emperor speechless, Kevin stopped his mouth in satisfaction and turned around to enter the room.
He decided to pull out a bunch of officers in a sorry state and didn’t dare to come out to see people before they were suffocated to death inside.

The Giant Beastmen returned to human form when they hit the ground.

They had never been conscious that they looked “extraordinarily eye-catching.” Dan, the leader, took two steps behind Oswald, attempting to sneak a peek at what Kevin had drawn.

Unfortunately, before he could get a good look, Oswald had already stuffed the two ragged pieces of paper back into his leather bag.

“Aiyo.
Don’t put it away.
Let me take a look.” Dan stated.

Oswald unhesitatingly said, “Not giving!”

Dan: “…..” What was going on with this indescribable pain in the ass feeling?