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"Kacha—Kacha—"

One by one, the "Warship Houses" seamlessly connected together.

The enormous sea slugs began retracting their heads into their hard shells in perfect unison, leaving onlookers momentarily stunned at the precision and orderliness of it all.

Iji, dressed casually in a white shirt and relaxed trousers rather than his combat suit, walked alongside his two beautiful twin maidservants. On the other side stood Niji, clad in a sleek blue combat uniform, exuding an air of calculated coolness.

"Lord Iji…"

"Lord Niji…"

"Both of you have endured a long journey. You must be exhausted…"

There were no exaggerated praises like, "Incredible!" or "To quell the turmoil in the Kingdom of Ferland in under six hours is truly remarkable." Such flattery—reminiscent of naive country bumpkins fawning over trivial achievements—had long since been eradicated from Germa’s culture.

Years ago, upon returning from a campaign, Iji had thoroughly "educated" everyone from top to bottom about the absurdity of such hollow compliments. In his eyes, even though Germa 66 might not yet rival the world's premier powers, they should never stoop so low as to mingle with insignificant kingdoms.

With the advanced scientific equipment developed by Germa’s research team and their fearless elite soldiers, sweeping aside mediocre armies or disorganized mobs was nothing extraordinary. Overpraising such feats would only breed arrogance, turning them into frogs trapped in a well, deluding themselves into thinking they were invincible. If Germa 66 could restore its former glory through such means alone, it would indeed be laughable.

Centuries ago, despite being suppressed by both the World Government and the nations of the North Blue, Germa 66 had still managed to survive. While the World Government may not have been fully committed to annihilating Germa back then, the fact that they endured proved how formidable the kingdom once was.

Truthfully, even Iji himself looked down on the current state of Germa. However, thanks to his influence over the years, some changes had finally begun to take root within Germa 66.

"Welcome back…"

Reiju, radiating elegance in her revealing attire, greeted them with a warm smile.

"Lord Iji, Lord Niji, you’ve worked hard!" Isabel, ever polite and graceful, bowed deeply behind Reiju.

"Ah…"

But before Isabel could straighten up, she found herself lifted off the ground by a pair of strong arms.

"My Lady…?"

"Isabel, did you miss me?"

Though brief, Iji made no attempt to hide his intentions toward the woman he had already chosen as his head maid. He paid no heed to Reiju, Niji, or anyone else present.

"My Lord, please mind your conduct," Isabel gently pushed him away, feigning reproach. She could have easily evaded him if she wanted to.

"Hehe…"

Wensini and Dilia, the twin maidservants, giggled behind their hands. They were used to such antics; Iji had pulled similar stunts countless times after returning from campaigns.

"Ara, as reckless as always…"

Reiju chuckled teasingly, clearly accustomed to Iji’s audacity. "Still ignoring your own sister—what an unlovable little brother you are!"

"Hey, hey, Iji, can’t you show a bit more decorum? You’re nobility, for heaven’s sake…" Niji frowned, unable to suppress his irritation.

"Yeah, yeah, this is embarrassing…"

Yonji, who had been sulking earlier, nodded in agreement. But it wasn’t embarrassment—it was jealousy.

Admittedly, Iji’s taste in women was impeccable. Whether it was the stunning twin maidservants or the poised and elegant Isabel, none of them were ordinary beauties. Even though neither Niji nor Yonji lacked servants attending to them, they couldn’t help but feel envious.

However, Iji’s methods were far too ruthless, instilling fear in them and preventing any attempts to act out. Both brothers harbored dark memories of past humiliations at Iji’s hands.

"Huh? Really now…"

Iji scratched his head as if apologizing. But before his half-hearted apology could leave his lips—

Whoosh! A blur flashed, and without warning, Iji raised his leg and delivered a brutal kick straight into Niji’s abdomen.

BAM!!

"Waaahh!"

Caught completely off guard, Niji was sent flying like a cannonball, hurtling backward toward the ocean!

"Niji… you bastard!"

BAM!!

Before Yonji could finish shouting, another figure appeared in front of him. Before he could retreat, a powerful punch slammed into his stomach, nearly making him vomit his lunch. His body soared through the air, landing outside Germa’s floating territory.

"Gulp!"

"Lord Iji just…"

The sudden turn of events left the surrounding Germa soldiers dumbfounded. Only Reiju and Isabel, who had anticipated something like this, remained unfazed. No one expected Iji to lash out so violently—and with such ferocity!

"You two imbeciles seem to have forgotten our 'hierarchy.' It seems we need to clarify once again… who exactly is the true leader around here."

Cracking his joints ominously, Iji wore a chilling smile that sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Staring coldly at Niji and Yonji, who were now splashing in the water below, he spoke in a sinister tone:

"Let’s make sure you understand—the strongest fist rules."