In Zongman, he transformed into Fu Hua at the beginning

Najeshitan smiled.

Once it is determined that the other party is not a like-minded revolutionary but another ambitious person, Ye Xi will be responsible for assassinating the other party. This is exactly why Akame came here.

Although the opponent was a powerful force that could defeat a thousand men, she was just a country girl living on the border. She had never been to the empire and might not recognize Murasame's sword that could kill with one blow.

After meeting the receptionist, the two were taken all the way to the Marquis's Mansion. Abrana had lived here for less than a week, but she could be considered the host here. In order to show her hospitality, she prepared a sumptuous banquet.

Of course, the bigger reason was actually to fill Akagi's stomach.

The two guests sat down together, and Abrana finally arrived and sat down three minutes after Akame had stared at the food and secretly drooled.

"Sorry for the long wait, my distinguished guests."

The girl with long platinum hair had one eye hidden behind her bangs. The smile on her face looked gentle but gave people a clear sense of strength. From the first impression, Najeshitan had secretly been alert enough.

"You're welcome. This is a banquet prepared for you."

Seeing that the two men's eyes were always on her, Abbrana smiled calmly, her words were polite, but her tone was unquestionable.

At first, she was not quite used to the attitude and way of speaking he displayed, but human habits are terrible. After only being in this world for more than a month, she already had a good understanding of herself.

This girl is a natural born superior. Whether it is her temperament or her innate aura, she does not look like a country lady from the border at all.

"Sorry, we were rude. I just didn't expect that Lady Abbrana would be so young."

Najeshitan gave an embarrassed smile, smoothly passed over the scrutiny just now, and then looked at Akame.

The two exchanged glances, and it seemed like the boss was signaling to his subordinate that he could eat, but in fact he was confirming with Akame whether the food was poisonous.

Akame indicated that the part in front of the two of them was non-toxic, and that the part farther away was too far to distinguish.

But that's enough.

After calming down a little, Najeshitan began to eat naturally.

There were a lot of ingredients on the table. Although it was not extravagant, it was far more than enough to entertain two guests. As Najeshitan calmly assessed everything she saw, Abrana spoke.

"How is it? Our chef's cooking."

Chapter 10: Strength is the reason for becoming king.

"It's very different from the Imperial City."

Najeshitan was silent for a moment, as if savoring the thought, before speaking.

"And the Revolutionary Army?"

"...Maybe it's because I spent so much time in the Revolutionary Army, but this flavor suits my taste."

In response to Abrana's questioning, Najeshitan smiled as if she was looking at a like-minded companion.

"Really? But it seems quite different to me."

However, Abrana did not smile as she expected. No, it was just a smile on her face, but the oppressive feeling that emanated from her all the time seemed to reach its peak at this moment, and even seemed to turn into a tangible weight.

Abbrana pierced the undercooked steak with a fork, and pink slush oozed out of the meat.

Her eyes were clearly not on them, but both Najeshita and Akame felt uneasy.

"Najhitan, what are you fighting for?"

Abrana retracted the magic that slightly increased the gravity around her and looked up to ask.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Najeshitan adjusted her breathing slightly, trying to guess what answer would gain the other party's temporary approval. However, knowing that she wasn't going to tell the truth, Abrana sneered: "For the country? What does the country mean to you?"

“…It’s the people.”

Najeshitan answered without hesitation.

"That's all? Perhaps this is the correct answer, but it can't be called a country. It's just a scattered group of people. How is it different from a tribe of a foreign ethnic group?"

There was no emotion on Abrana's face, but these words made Najeshitan frown.

"So what is a country in the eyes of Her Excellency Abrana?"

"Land, politics, people, power, and the man who commands it all."

Abrana gave a prepared answer: "Let me be frank. The Revolutionary Army is nothing more than a group of stray dogs who have failed in their political struggle and are unable to compete with the Empire by force. Although the Empire is dead, the Revolutionary Army is just a lapdog gnawing on the corpse of its dead master. Because their teeth are not sharp enough, they even need the teeth of stray dogs outside to help them bite off the flesh."

"..."

Her arrogance made Najeshitan frown even more, but she understood the other party's attitude.

It was clear that Abrana had no intention of harming them, at least not yet, and her questions and answers were more like persuasion than questioning.

After figuring this out, she relaxed a little, then thought about Abrana's words again, and finally understood what Abrana meant.

She was disdainful of the revolutionary army's actions of uniting with foreign ethnic groups, and scoffed at the revolutionary army's strength and actions.

"Then what's different, Your Excellency?"

Najeshitan naturally knew the Revolutionary Army wasn't doing well in some areas, but... what could be done? The only options were the Empire and the Revolutionary Army. Compared to the even worse Empire, the Revolutionary Army, even with its shortcomings, was still far superior. At least the aspiring members of the Revolutionary Army would balance out the forces of those with ulterior motives seeking a piece of the action, unlike the Empire, which was plagued by corruption throughout, silencing those with aspirations.

She knew that even if the revolutionary army succeeded, it would only turn the empire from dead to alive with tubes, but at least it was alive, right?

As long as you survive, there is still hope of salvation.

"A dead empire cannot be revived. Unlike a rotten branch that only needs to be pruned off, the empire is already dead from the root. What we need to do is not to heal it, but to plant a new seed."

"..."

Najeshitan was not surprised by her words. In fact, she had already guessed it. But lovely Brana still did not answer her question.

"You ask me, what's the difference between me and those vicious dogs?"

Abrana's voice didn't change at all, still as gentle as before, but it was precisely this attitude, as if treating it as a trivial matter that didn't require any fluctuation, that made people feel her confidence even more.

And there were only two words uttered in this confident tone.

"strength."

"strength?"

Najeshitan thought she would say something like 'I am more wise', 'I can create a better country', 'I can make the people happier', or 'I will not allow any official who tries to enrich himself to be allowed to do so with her around'.

"Yes."

Abrana nodded. "I've said it before: land, politics, people, power, and the one who commands it all."

"The most important thing is naturally the existence that commands all of this, and second only to this existence is power."

Najeshitan disagrees. If they are ranked by importance, the people should be above power, or even above the emperor. After all, this is not a ranking of status, but a ranking of importance.

As long as there are people, there will be politics, power, and land. If the emperor who rules everything does not have the people, he is just a lone wolf without a pack.

In fact, Amber also agreed with Najeshitan's idea, but the premise was... it had to be a peaceful and prosperous era, and there couldn't be people like Esdeath or herself in the world.

"Najshita, all the mistakes of the revolutionary army are due to lack of strength."

Abrana calmly recounted her point of view: "You should know that in this era, it is not the right people who can become the winners, but the strong people who can become the winners."

"The revolutionary army will never succeed, and even if it does, it will not bring happiness to this country."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes: "Or... are you really willing to trust a group of stray dogs who let wolves into the house?"

Najeshitan was silent for a long time.

Because she thought of Esdeath.

What would happen if Esdeath tried to replace the Emperor? General Bud would surely be enraged and would wage a war against her.

So what if Esdeath is the final winner? Who can stop her from ascending the throne?

Najeshita suddenly woke up. She had never thought about this because no one except Esdeath could show the power of being able to defeat a thousand men at the same time. That was an exception, the only special one in the world, and she had no ambition to become emperor.

But the dragon girl in front of him was completely different.

She has sufficient ambition and strength. Although she may not be very kind, judging from the situation in the city, even if Abrana is not kind, she is definitely not the type who is cruel or oppressive.

But... she had only met Abrana once, and it wasn't enough for her to understand what kind of person she was.

Thinking of Abrana's guidance and indulgence, Najeshitan hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "Sir... why do you want to become emperor?"

"Why?"

Abrana smiled. "What do you think? Money? Justice? Power? Unfortunately, although I desire power, it's not power itself that I desire. I simply use power, the most intuitive thing, to realize my self-worth."

“Self-worth…?”

"Yes, it's power."

Abrana extended a hand to her, and the purple flame on her palm was reflected in Najeshitan's eyes: "With this power, of course I must use it... Yes..."

"Strength is the reason for becoming a king."

Chapter 11 Najeshitan's decision.

Strength?

Najeshitan remained expressionless, but only she knew the shock in her heart.

The meal was not a pleasant one. It was more like a torture and persuasion than a meal.

Don't get me wrong, Abrana, or Amber, doesn't think she has the right to torture Najeshitan. Limited by her cognition and worldview, she might not be able to do anything if she were in her position. The one who really tortured Najeshitan is herself.

In a hotel late at night, Najeshitan lit a cigarette and looked at the streets and alleys below with a deep gaze, her eyes revealing complexity.

"BOSS."

The black-haired, red-eyed girl pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at Najeshitan's back, she gave a complicated warning.

Not only was it calling her back to her senses, it was also telling her that there were no spies outside.

Najeshitan was brought back to her senses by the call. In fact, she didn't care about the spy. Before coming, and even when they just started talking, she thought that Abrana might be a cold-hearted, unscrupulous, and cruel careerist.

There is no room for sand, and no encroachment is allowed.

But after chatting for a day, she found that Abrana was not what she seemed.

Although she is indeed unscrupulous, cruel, and cold-hearted, she also has a generosity that seems to be completely opposite to all the above characteristics.

As she said, she wanted power not for exploitation or to live a more luxurious life, but simply because the other party had this power and would not let it do nothing. What she wanted to achieve was not hegemony, but her self-worth as a person who possessed this power.

The hegemony and everything that came after were just the foil for her self-worth.

In other words, her words were without any embellishment, and strength was the reason why she became king.

Najeshitan had to admit that even she was faintly impressed by Aburana's strong ego. Aburana fought for power but was not obsessed with it. From the people in her territory, it could be seen that she would not treat them harshly. She even talked about the importance of the people.

If you follow her, you might see a different world.

Najeshitan fell into deep thought again.

"Boss..."

Seeing her like this, Chi Tong showed a rare look of counseling: "Are you thinking about what happened this morning?"

"Ah."

Najeshitan nodded, then asked, "What do you think of Abrana?"

"very dangerous."

Akame said without hesitation.

After Abrana came in, she had been staring at her intently. It was not intentional, but the dangerous cells in her body were reminding her. That kind of strong sense of presence was something that Akagi had never seen before in her life.

"I'll die before Murasame scratches her."

"Is it true..."

Najeshitan was not surprised by this answer, not because Akame was weak, but because the enemy was not an ordinary person.

"However, after hearing what she said, I seemed to have the same mood as before."

Akame continued.

then?

Najeshitan was stunned for a moment, but then she realized when this happened. It was the first time they met, when Akado was ordered by the empire to assassinate her. Akado's words at this time also forced Najeshitan to face her concerns about not bowing to Abrana.

"Red Eyes..."

Even though it was made by machines, Najeshitan felt her hand holding the cigarette tremble slightly. "Do you think the new world Abrana described is possible?"