DxDanmachi: Voyager of Worlds Ability

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"Well done, Mellie!"

"Making you the Prime Minister was definitely the right choice!"

After listening to Mellie's report, Mika praised her cheerfully.

For someone like him, who mostly knew how to fight and occasionally pretended to be wise using his foresight, having a secretary like Mellie was simply fantastic.

"Heh, of course!"

Hearing Mika's compliment, Mellie couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Although she didn't show any trace of it on her face, her fist clenched tightly within her sleeve.

"Isn't it a bit risky to replace so many officials all at once?"

On the other side, Airmid considered other aspects after hearing Mellie's plan.

"It is somewhat challenging," Mellie admitted softly, shaking her head. "But in my view, ensuring the local authorities' absolute obedience to the central government is paramount."

"As long as the localities fully comply with the central directives, and the orders we issue are sound, there shouldn't be much turmoil."

"Besides, the people I've assigned aren't inexperienced; they all have the potential to become capable administrators. As long as Night Crow keeps a constant watch over the regions, we'll firmly grasp the situation."

Mellie spoke with confidence.

Under her leadership, the intelligence division of Night Crow had expanded from just a few hundred members to several tens of thousands.

To maintain the team's integrity, Mellie personally met every Night Crow agent, imprinting in their hearts a deep sense of duty and loyalty.

Because of this, she met with teams gathered from all over the country daily, sometimes seeing hundreds of people at once.

This meticulous approach was why Mellie had such confidence in her subordinates.

"That's reassuring!"

"You're truly remarkable, Mellie! Your work is impeccable!"

Airmid praised with a gentle smile.

"It's nothing; after all, these are my responsibilities," Mellie replied modestly.

"Seems like you're also interested in administrative matters, Airmid?"

Mika asked curiously from the side.

"A bit," Airmid nodded. "I've been leading Night Crow's combat division for some time now, and I've gradually developed an interest."

"I see," Mika mused, nodding slightly.

He then adopted a thoughtful expression.

Seeing this look on Mika's face, Airmid couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

She knew he was definitely contemplating something involving her—likely arranging a position for her.

Thinking of this, Airmid wanted to step forward to dissuade him.

In her mind, her managerial skills might not be up to the task Mika had in mind.

But Mika acted faster than she anticipated.

"In that case, Airmid, how about you become the Grand General?"

Mika suggested with a grin.

Hearing this, Airmid couldn't help but press her hand against her forehead.

As expected, Mika had assigned her a position—and it was none other than the highest military rank, Grand General.

This immediately made her uneasy.

"Being Grand General is perfect!"

"Airmid, you should definitely take the position!"

Mellie chimed in excitedly upon hearing Mika's proposal.

"With you as Grand General, the three of us will be the ultimate triumvirate ruling the Empire."

"Emperor, Prime Minister, Grand General!"

"It's absolutely fitting!"

She cheerfully hugged Airmid's arm from behind, her eyes sparkling.

"Well..."

Airmid hesitated, intrigued by the idea but held back by her sense of responsibility.

"What is it?" Mellie asked, noticing her reluctance.

"What if I don't perform well?" Airmid voiced softly.

Mellie burst into laughter. "Don't worry! No one masters something instantly."

"In the beginning, if there's anything you don't understand, you can always ask us."

"Over time, you'll learn how to be a competent Grand General."

Mellie encouraged her with a playful wink.

"Are you sure that's okay?" Airmid was still apprehensive.

She was genuinely concerned about hindering important matters.

"Of course!"

Having just finished all the food on the table, Mika chimed in with a smile.

"I've already decided—you're the only one fit for the role of Grand General, Airmid!"

Seeing Mika's determination, Airmid no longer hesitated.

"Alright, I understand. I'll do my best to learn!"

"That's the spirit!"

Mika and Mellie replied in unison, smiling warmly.

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In the Imperial Capital 

the atmosphere was bustling.

Under Mellie's orders, numerous soldiers stationed near the capital were rapidly repairing the sections that had been severed by Mika's sword strike.

Additionally, many civil officials were assisting residents whose homes had been destroyed, organizing temporary accommodations and assessing their losses.

They assured everyone that their homes would be fully rebuilt and even offered compensation exceeding their losses.

Because of these promises, the residents remained calm, with no thoughts of causing unrest.

Of course, this was also partly due to the intimidating image of officials during Prime Minister Honest's tenure.

Although Honest was no longer in power, such impressions weren't easily erased overnight.

Ironically, thanks to Honest's legacy, Mellie's dispatched officials found it easier to manage and appease the populace.

While reconstruction was fervently underway,

In a bookstore owned by Lubbock in the capital, the members of Night Raid had gathered to discuss recent events.

"That was absolutely shocking!"

Leone exclaimed, sprawled out on a sofa.

"When that flaming sword came down, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest!"

"Same here!"

Mine agreed, wiping sweat from her brow, her voice still shaky.

Their words prompted the others to recall the immense flaming sword from earlier.

That colossal blade piercing the heavens was undeniably awe-inspiring.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Akame asked Najenda seriously, a rare hint of concern on her usually stoic face.

The others turned their gazes toward Najenda, awaiting her guidance.

Feeling the weight of their expectations, Najenda fell silent for a moment before speaking softly, "For now, we'll stick to our previous orders and await further instructions at the base."

"We need to support Chelsea in her mission."

At the mention of Chelsea, everyone remembered that she had left earlier to embark on a crucial task.

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Earlier, when the flaming sword descended, everyone had been overwhelmed by its sheer power.

Only Chelsea had noticed something else—the breach it created.

The sword had sliced through the capital, severing walls and buildings alike, including a section of the palace's outer wall.

This breach presented the perfect entry point.

Seizing the opportunity, Chelsea had approached Najenda with her plan.

"I want to use this chance to infiltrate the palace through that opening," she proposed.

Najenda, still reeling from the sword's display, snapped back to attention.

After a brief contemplation, she shook her head.

"It's too dangerous. The palace is clearly in chaos right now, with powerful forces clashing. You could easily get caught in the crossfire."

"Besides, we have other ways to enter the palace. There's no need to take such a risk, especially given your limited combat abilities."

Najenda expressed her concerns.

But Chelsea, experienced and astute, had thought it through.

"Boss, with all due respect, it's those other methods that worry me," she countered calmly.

"From what I know, our usual entry point is facilitated by a girl whose parents both work in the palace."

"Previously, because of Prime Minister Honest, her parents were imprisoned, which led her to side with the Revolutionary Army."

"But things have changed. The new Prime Minister, Mellie, is just and fair. Under her leadership, many wrongful convictions from Honest's time have been overturned. It's likely that the girl's parents have been released."

Najenda's expression shifted as she processed this information.

"If that's the case, she might betray us," Chelsea continued.

"Even if her parents haven't been freed, someone who grew up in the palace would naturally feel a stronger allegiance to the Empire."

"In this situation, instead of helping me infiltrate, she might report me to her superiors, using me as leverage to save her parents."

"After considering this, I abandoned the idea of relying on her and started looking for alternative methods."

"This breach is the best opportunity we'll get. For someone with my transformation abilities, there's no better time."

Recognizing the validity of Chelsea's concerns, Najenda nodded.

She knew Chelsea's judgment was reliable; as a seasoned assassin, her instincts were honed.

"Alright, I won't stop you."

Turning to Bulat, she gave her orders.

"Bulat, equip your Teigu and get Chelsea as close to the palace breach as possible. Then return using your invisibility. We need to minimize the difficulty of her infiltration."

"Understood!"

Bulat acknowledged, aware of the mission's urgency.

Chelsea transformed into a small animal, leaping onto Bulat's shoulder.

Without delay, they headed toward the palace.

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"Now, Chelsea is undertaking the most dangerous and crucial mission. We must remain at peak readiness to support her at any moment."

"That's our priority," Najenda affirmed.

"Yes!"

The members of Night Raid responded in unison.

Satisfied, Najenda continued with a slight smile, "Let's prepare to leave the capital and return to our base."

"After all, we're wanted criminals. If we're not careful, the soldiers might catch up to us."

"Agreed. We should depart as soon as possible," Akame added solemnly, ever protective of her comrades.

The current environment was indeed perilous for them.

Just as they were about to make their exit, Lubbock burst into the room from his post outside.

"What's wrong, Lubbock?"

Startled by his sudden entrance, everyone instinctively reached for their weapons, ready for a fight.

Seeing his familiar face, they relaxed slightly but remained alert, sensing something significant had occurred.

Catching his breath, Lubbock's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Boss, everyone, there's fantastic news!"

"Good news? What is it?"

Najenda asked, puzzled. She couldn't imagine what could warrant such enthusiasm.

"It's Great!"

Lubbock exclaimed. "Word just came from the palace. Prime Minister Honest, who was secretly imprisoned, has been tried and found guilty of heinous crimes!"

"They've publicly listed all his offenses. According to the emperor's decree, he's been sent to death row and will be executed by slow slicing at the execution grounds in a week!"

"Prime Minister Honest is going to be executed by slow slicing!"

Najenda and the others echoed in astonishment and delight.

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