Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Oh!!!"

Exclamations of surprise came from all around.

Everyone was surprised to feel the changes in their bodies, and to discover the culprit behind these changes.

Dozens of gazes fell on the emperor and the statue respectively.

Driven by curiosity and passion.

In the distance, Surtr crouched behind the wall.

He quietly gazed at the crowd surrounding the emperor below.

I never expected that the first wish would be made by the little emperor. The world is truly amazing.

With such a grand display, the crowd below would obviously realize that it was no ordinary statue, and it would only be a matter of time before they understood how to make a wish.

"Let's promote it in places like pubs later."

That's what Surtr was thinking.

Of course, there is another problem.

"I hope the young emperor won't tear down this statue of mine before then."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 28: Since it's free, I might as well believe it a little.

"Hey, did you hear? His Majesty the First Emperor appeared in the square."

"Really? The First Emperor? Wasn't that a person from a thousand years ago?"

"Why would I lie to you? I heard it from a friend of my uncle's wife's son's friend. He said that as long as you offer prayers, His Majesty the Emperor can grant you one wish. The square is already packed with people."

"The more I listen, the more suspicious it seems. Is it really not some kind of cult tactic?"

"Hey, it's free anyway, so I'll believe you a little bit."

“That makes sense. Elbow, let’s go join the fun.”

The notion of slums spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys.

An ancient relic from a thousand years ago has risen from its coffin, ready to punish the current spendthrifts; the First Emperor has never left us; and there are even guys who say that Night Raid was the First Emperor's stage name.

In short, it's pretty outrageous.

Regardless, the story of the First Emperor, who could grant wishes, being located in the slum square has become increasingly widespread.

In the gradually quieting tavern, Surtr sat on a chair in the corner, took a bite of the hard bread, and silently nodded as he watched the intermittent notifications of quest completion popping up in front of him.

Great, it has already begun.

The young emperor and Esdeath did not remove Surtr's statue until they left.

Regardless of the purpose, this is something to be thankful for.

If Esdeath really wanted to make a move, the defensive magic circle alone wouldn't be enough to stop her. Not only that, she even went so far as to translate the text on the stone tablets for the poor.

Every step he took was to her liking; he truly deserved to be the person she valued.

Suddenly, dozens of residents made the same wish to the statue.

I want to become rich.

Ok.

The desires of the slum dwellers, or rather, most people, are so simple and unpretentious: once you have money, what is there that you can't have?

The residents here understand this all too well.

Unfortunately, that's impossible.

Putting aside the impact of inexplicable money flowing into the market on the economy, it would be extremely difficult even from the perspective of the Holy Grail's power.

The act of directly generating matter using magic is extremely energy-intensive; at most, it can only give them some pocket money to play with. It's obviously impossible for them to become rich overnight.

Of course, even so, everyone who comes to make a wish always tries it with great enthusiasm.

Perhaps they were harboring some kind of wishful thinking.

Just like Miss Surtr wrote Tsinghua University as her first choice for college.

What if, right?

After finishing his bread in a few bites, Surtr clapped his hands, got up, and left the tavern.

If the Holy Grail functions accurately, then there's no problem.

Anyway, with the barrier in place, even if some poor people have any greedy thoughts, they won't be able to do anything.

Once you get back, just use the familiar's eyes to take a look.

With that thought in mind, Surtr left the slums and walked back to the mansion.

Suddenly, several carriages sped past, and you could see the emblems representing nobility printed on the sides of the carriages.

"It seems like there have been more horse-drawn carriages like this in the last few days."

Surtr watched the carriage disappear into the distance.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen this situation, especially in the last few days, when there were many more families leaving the capital together.

To be precise, it was shortly after Miss Surtr began her assassination plot.

It's hard not to suspect that she was responsible.

According to Najenda, there are already more than 10,000 officials of all ranks in the capital alone. Even Surtr only killed a small number of those in high positions.

Even so, the creatures that spawn in the central square every day are enough to make those guys tremble with fear.

Who knows if I'll be next?

Those who are more timid probably wouldn't have been able to stay for even a second longer.

That's a wise choice; she certainly wouldn't travel all the way outside the city for a few insignificant people.

With her gaze averted and hands behind her head, Miss Surtr slowly returned to the mansion.

Pushing open the living room door, I saw Najendan frowning at a document sitting by the coffee table.

Upon seeing someone enter, Najenda turned around and greeted Surtr.

"Welcome back, Surtr."

"Ah."

Surtr nodded, then asked.

"What are you looking at? Judging from your expression, it doesn't seem like good news."

"Ah, this."

Najendan raised her hand and pinched the space between her eyebrows, her tone carrying a hint of complexity.

"Intelligence has come in that some officials in the court have joined the revolutionary army."

"Is that strange? Didn't you want to go before? Oh, thank you."

After thanking Bella for bringing him the tea, Surtr asked.

"The premise is that they are bureaucrats who genuinely intend to save the empire."

Najendan sighed.

Surtr's expression suddenly became subtle upon hearing this.

"You mean, some of the ministers' faction joined the revolutionary army?"

"That's it."

She was stunned by the news, even though Miss Surtr had never taken the so-called Revolutionary Army seriously.

"How did they get in? Doesn't the revolutionary army do any screening when they recruit people?"

Surtr was puzzled.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure either. I hadn't even contacted them at the time."

Najendan shook her head.

"I see. Oh well, let them join. They can't cause any trouble."

Surtr, however, was not worried about this at all.

Even without considering nuclear weapons like Esdeath or the Supreme Imperial Arms.

After the deaths of Minister Ernest and a host of other high-ranking officials, the country did indeed move in a positive direction.

When she went to the Central Square to do her daily tasks recently, she saw several new policies on a nearby notice board, which were mostly aimed at improving people's livelihoods.

This certainly couldn't have been the work of the ministers' faction; it must have been the efforts of those officials who genuinely cared for the country.

Although it's uncertain whether it can be executed accurately, it's undoubtedly a good start.

Moreover, even the young emperor went to the slums incognito for a private visit. After witnessing the true state of the country, he certainly wouldn't remain indifferent.

It probably won't be long before the so-called revolution ceases to exist.

Of course, this is on the premise that those revolutionary armies will still be so-called revolutionary armies at that time.

Surtr was not optimistic when he learned that a faction of ministers had joined the party.

You're right.

Najendan had no doubt about this, but she felt a little conflicted.

After all, that was the organization she wanted to join. If they weren't what she imagined, wouldn't all the soldiers who followed her have sacrificed themselves in vain?

This is not a pleasant feeling.

"I hope this is just a mistake."

Najendan sighed.

"Ah."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 29: A Girl's Transformation at Eighteen

The next day.

Surtr slowly got out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the system panel, and checked yesterday's gains.

"A few hundred, a whole night has passed, and it's only increased by a little over four hundred? It feels like less than I expected, even though it was so lively yesterday."

Looking at the records on the panel, Surtr muttered to himself.

According to her original plan, it shouldn't be too much to give her several thousand raw stones a day, but now it's not even half of a thousand. Reality is indeed very different from expectations.

Open the task list.

The wishes have been refreshed, but most of them are still difficult to fulfill with the power of the Holy Grail.

A few more guys have appeared on the kill list; looks like we'll be busy tonight.

Turn off the panel.

Although the earnings did not meet expectations, it was a business with no initial investment, so as long as there was some income, that was fine.

Little by little, it adds up.

After getting dressed, Surtr walked to the window, put her hands on the curtains, and with a whoosh, pulled them open to both sides.

The dimly lit room suddenly became bright.

As the sun rose from the horizon, Surtr squinted, letting the morning sunlight gently bathe her.

Opening the window, the shouts from the courtyard mingled with the cool breeze and drifted into the room.

Looking down, you can see Seryu and Najenda, dressed in sportswear, doing their morning exercise in the courtyard.

During her time in the capital, she would see this scene if she got up early.

That's really self-disciplined.

Surtr sighed.

This is a completely opposite attitude towards life to hers.

Whether in her past life or this one, Miss Surtr's life revolves around doing whatever she pleases.