Pastel felt her already overflowing loyalty toward His Imperial Majesty the Emperor flood over like a swollen river.
Slosh, slosh.
Splash, splash.
To think the Cult was actually in the Imperial Household's grasp!
For a cultured intellectual, it was only natural to question how an anti-state organization like the Cult could openly exist in such a peaceful world.
They were officially branded as an evil organization by the Empire, and no matter how strong their military might was, they were merely a civilian secret organization. If the Empire made up its mind to subjugate them, they wouldn't be able to hold out. So how were they perfectly fine?
The Former Tyrant, true to his name, had done crazy things like massacring all subjects of a certain age to catch the Demon King of Prophecy, so it made sense that the Cult survived back then.
But wasn't the honorable His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, who had even carried out a Cult Subjugation alongside Blossom Kraft, currently in power? It was strange that they were perfectly alive.
The Cult committed an Academy Terror Attack twice and even stirred up the Sky Island Holy Land, so it would have been normal at least to order Pastel, the Sky Island Governor-General, to carry out a Cult Subjugation, but there was no such thing.
No, at the very least, shouldn't the topic have come up when Pastel herself visited the Imperial Palace and met His Imperial Majesty the Emperor...
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