[Written by Júlio]
As we well know, the imperial capital is totally rotten and corrupt, making the people suffer thanks to the attitudes of Minister Honest, with Night Raid aiming to kill him and free the people from this oppressive empire.
However...
[The next morning: window overlooking the streets of the Imperial Capital]
The people on the streets were clearly in pain. Their expressions showed fear, most of their clothes were rags, and several inhabitants worked exhausted and depressed.
In a large building, someone was staring at the city through a large window, with a sadistic smile. He was a short man, with dark hair and a small mustache. He wore clothes that resembled those of a sultan. Around his neck was a necklace of golden jewels. The name of the passerby was Gebaze, the corrupt director of public finances.
Gebaze: Cattle, cattle, cattle... How beautiful is this expression on everyone's faces! Pigs are only good to be exploited! - He mocks, smiling arrogantly.
The man takes a cup of wine from his throne and drinks it. For someone rich, he drank the liquid in a very sloppy and informal way.
He stops drinking.
Gebaze: Ah... The money bought with taxes is delicious!
Gebaze hears a door open and close, indicating that someone has entered his room.
???: My master. It's time for your massage. - A jovial female voice says.
Gebaze: Oh, yeah? - He settles down in his armchair - Today I'm going to want a scrub all over my body!
The man's low guard and his position with his back to the maid prevent him from noticing the girl taking a sharp needle out of her mouth and aiming at the public finance director.
Gebaze groans as he feels the needle pierce his neck, where fundamental veins and nerves were located. He can only let out incomprehensible mumbles before falling forward. He wasn't breathing anymore.
With a satisfied smile, the maid wraps herself in a smokescreen, revealing it to be Chelsea in disguise.
Chelsea: Job done! - She says with a satisfied smile, now in her normal form -Did you happen to like my massage?
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The redhead is surprised to hear quick footsteps heading towards her. Frowning, she tries to think of a way to get out and not get caught.
The door is brutally opened, allowing the Jaegers Wave and Kurome to pass through, who were carrying their respective Imperial Arms.
Wave: This is the Jaegers!!! Due to an emergency, we will inspect your quarters!!
The two reach the center of the room, but receive no response or sign of life. Kurome is the first to go to the armchair that was facing the window. The swordswoman looks at the body sitting, motionless.
Kurome: Wave, look.
The blue-haired man answers his teammate's call, realizing that the man they were tasked with protecting was dead before they could even warn him.
