You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Her only strength is swordsmanship, but her combat ability is only considered average within the organization, not top-tier. In addition, she increases the risk of everyone being exposed.

She was once a renowned Valkyrie, but now she seems so powerless, useless, and incompetent...

"That would be a huge mistake."

Iori said playfully, "You've got the roles wrong, Beatrice."

"Standing?" The elven swordsman was taken aback.

"This is also for all of you, so please remember it well:"

You are not lonely ghosts clinging to life, but young wolves sharpening your fangs;

The cult is not an all-powerful god, but rather dregs destined to be swept into the dustbin of history;

You are not prey, you are hunters!

Even though it's still quite immature now—Iori added with a smile.

"If we are discovered and tracked, that would be even better. We are not afraid of conflict with the cult; on the contrary, we are afraid that they are too cowardly to show their faces."

Beatrice, unlike you, what I worry about is that after repeatedly tormenting them a few times, these people will deliberately ignore you and dare not try again... just like fish that have escaped the hook by chance.

Ultimately, their demise was sealed the moment I decided to declare war on the Order—never forget that.

"Well!"

The powerful confidence revealed in those words stirred Beatrice's heart, and she was captivated by Iori's unstoppable will.

"I understand!"

"We understand now!"

Everyone shouted in unison, including Alpha Jr.

Yes, because her public identity was no longer valid and she needed to operate in the shadows from now on, the elven girl changed her name, or rather, her code name. From then on, only her aunt knew her real name.

The codename, chosen by Iori, is "Alpha".

However, apart from her, the other demon possessors were not qualified to receive code names such as "Beta" or "Delta," but instead used three-digit numerical codes, such as 202 or 403.

According to Iori's plan, there will be nine squads in the future. The first part of each member's code name is the squad sequence number, followed by a two-digit personal ranking.

Only the nine captains are in the zero sequence, ordered by the Greek alphabet, and they are the only ones who can be considered Iori's direct subordinates.

Iori, Esdeath, Beatrice, and the Fiery Dragon are exceptions, each with their own independent codename.

—It may sound harsh, but everything has to start with qualifications and ability.

For example, Alpha, even though he is not yet five years old, has already become as powerful as other demon possessors after being treated by Iori. It is hard to imagine his future growth.

"Then let's talk about future plans: personnel, venues, funding... Should we start by expanding the number of employees?"

Iori pondered for a moment, not because she was completely clueless, but because there were too many things to do and she didn't know where to begin.

"What do you think, Esdeath?"

"Let's decide on the name of the organization first."

"……Um?"

“Before, there were only a few of us, and we knew each other well, so we didn’t need a specific group name. But as the organization expands in the future, we will need a name.”

Esdeath glanced at the four new members: "We can't keep calling ourselves the 'Organization' forever, can we?"

"Well..."

Iori wasn't unaware of this, but subconsciously thought it would be called "Shadow Garden" in the future. However, now that she thought about it, the leader of this organization had changed from Shadow to "Death God," so it was obviously inappropriate to call it that anymore.

But to be honest, Iori isn't good at naming things. In the world of Akame ga Kill!, he already has a thousand-year empire, and on Earth, he had the Shadows build Las Noches. So in this other world, he needs to... think carefully about how to name something appropriate.

The current members of this organization are:

It has top-tier fire-type map-wide cannons with long lifespans;

A uniquely gifted ice-type area-of-effect (AOE) attack;

There is a Valkyrie with exceptional swordsmanship;

There is a group of people who are seen as "the dead" by others;

If the Akame sisters are sent over to help in the future, there will also be an agile female assassin who is good at killing with one blow, and a yandere sister with yuri tendencies.

Behind all this is Aizen, who wields a water-type Zanpakuto...

"Let's call it 'Seireitei'!"

With a wave of his hand, Iori released a portion of his powerful spiritual pressure, which was like a strong gust of wind that made everyone shudder.

"We are the dead, we are death, we are shadows, returning from the valley of despair to bring down our destined death upon sinners!"

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【Dimensional Gate: Uncle from Another World】

Chapter 248: Only Her Majesty the Queen Can Be in Heat! (Bonus Chapter, 4K)

The Kingdom of Oriana is a "beautiful and peaceful country" that is predominantly human, with highly developed culture and art. From the royal family to the common people, everyone admires art rather than force.

Even in the countryside, there are smooth roads, and the city layout is generally reasonable. In particular, the capital city, which is the heart of the kingdom, has its outer walls covered with pure white stone, and the four towers stand straight and tall. Inside, whether it is the church, the noble district, the commoners' district or the commercial district, the buildings are arranged neatly, the roads are clean and orderly, and even the drainage ditches on both sides are covered with carved stone slabs.

Elegance—a word not often used to describe a country—is perfectly fitting here.

In the capital city alone, people live a stable and comfortable life, everyone looks very healthy, and in addition to material abundance, they also pay great attention to spiritual cultivation.

Nobles would meticulously maintain their courtyards, hire professional designers to tailor-make evening gowns, pay exorbitant appearance fees to invite famous musicians, and even risk their entire fortune for a masterpiece painting.

Commoners also love art. Although they have limited financial resources, they don't go to such extremes, but they still have great respect for accomplished artists. Every child born in the commoner's district dreams of playing for the king in the palace, rather than becoming a magic swordsman or a merchant.

Some say that the highest-ranking people in this country are not nobles, but artists. If someone is famous enough, the king might even lower himself to greet them – this is not an exaggeration, but an objective fact.

Because, in the history of the Kingdom of Oriana, more than one king has done such a thing, and the formation of such a trend throughout the country is also a result of the royal family and the noble class pushing and encouraging it.

Peaceful, prosperous, elegant, and pure – every traveler who visits this country, after gaining a deeper understanding of it, can't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It's disgusting! This place reeks of decay!"

"Lady Esdeath?"

"What, do you have a different opinion?"

—This is the top floor of an upscale restaurant in the bustling area of ​​the capital, only a kilometer away from the royal palace. From this height, you can overlook most of the city and even see the hall where the king receives foreign envoys. It has an excellent view and scenery.

Such a place is not something that can be entered simply by having money; even nobles have to make reservations and queue in advance. But today, it was booked out by a group of mysterious people of unknown origin, who could only be identified as women.

The restaurant's owner personally gave the order to satisfy all the demands of these important figures, so both the chefs and waiters served them with utmost care.

Even so, they couldn't help but feel angry when they heard the leader's insulting and contemptuous words, but they dared not utter a sound.

This country is recognized worldwide as an art capital. Compared to the equally exquisite but unchanging Elven Kingdom, Oriana is more vibrant. It is so beautiful and elegant. Compared to the barbaric countries that generally pursue violence, it is like a goddess appearing in the wild jungle, so unique.

Even the restaurant staff couldn't help but puff out their chests with pride when they thought of the beauty of their homeland, Oriana.

"Pour the wine."

"Yes!"

Then they respectfully stepped aside to await further instructions.

The penthouse suite had musicians playing melodious tunes, which would normally be enchanting with the scenery, but the female general with long, ice-blue hair found it only noisy.

Of course, this is not because Esdeath lacks an appreciation for art. In fact, she has quite good taste and even has some knowledge of the art field herself. Although she has not devoted much energy to it, she can be described as "somewhat knowledgeable".

She is a top power holder in a thousand-year-old empire. Whether it's a gold sculpture full of historical significance, a bizarre and obscure painting, or an unparalleled musician... she can easily get her hands on whatever she wants.

Because they have seen so much, they subconsciously compare it with things from their own memories, which naturally gives them a fairly excellent ability to appreciate things.

However, these were just pastimes for her to pass the time and were not considered respectable, so she could not understand the country's attitude of regarding art as the highest honor.

Moreover, the mainstream of Oriana is a gorgeous, extravagant, exquisite, and romantic art style, like a beautiful summer night fantasy of a young girl, which is completely different from Esdeath's preferences.

It's not that there aren't any songs or hymns praising bravery and heroic spirit here, but they sound quite awkward to Esdeath.

How to describe it?

It's like when a Tang Dynasty general hears a Song Dynasty frontier poem, his first reaction isn't how beautiful the language is, but rather that the place name "frontier" sounds a bit off...

All the war-themed artworks in Oriana depict how handsome and brave the generals are, or how steadfast the heroes are, inspired by the goddess—but there are no specific battle examples or scene descriptions.

It was as if justice would inevitably defeat evil the moment the hero drew his sword... Esdeath's patience in listening was already a testament to her remarkable composure.

"This country is indeed filled with an atmosphere of extravagance and decadence... but the people's standard of living is not bad. There must be many countries that are darker and more corrupt than this. Why do you say that, Lady Esdeath?"

The dozen or so guests in the private room were dressed in different ways. Some looked like teachers who had just finished class, while others looked like ladies of high society. They were divided into several small groups and sat scattered around. However, the best spot by the window was reserved for only two people.

The one with the most imposing presence was naturally Esdeath, while sitting upright opposite her was a woman in a gorgeous robe, with a dignified and elegant appearance, exuding a noble air.

Two female assistants dressed in men's suits were standing next to her, holding sunglasses, a sun hat, and other items for her.

If there were any fans here, they would recognize at a glance that this noblewoman is the phenomenal diva who has recently risen to fame in many countries and is currently on tour in Oriana!

It is said that she is a true genius, handling everything from lyrics to music to instrument arrangement. The accompanists are merely extensions of her hands and feet, helping her realize the great ideas in her mind!

Such artists are naturally respected, especially in Oriana, the "land of art".

Interestingly, even a woman as beautiful, noble, and talented as her is cautious and extremely serious in front of the Ice Queen.

Esdeath, of course, didn't care what she felt. Her jewel-like eyes reflected the scenery outside the window, a hint of mockery flashing in her indifference.

People's happiness and national prosperity?

To those unaware of the truth, that might be the case, but Esdeath has witnessed the collapse of a dynasty and the establishment of a new one, and knows all too well what lies beneath the glitz and glamour.

"Indeed, everyone here, whether commoners or nobles, has a very positive and healthy outlook. Being obsessed with art is not a sin. In terms of material wealth alone, they are very well-off—at least in the capital city."

"This is referring to..."

"This royal palace is not only the center of the country, but also considered the heart of the entire art world. The biggest dream of young people from all countries with artistic aspirations is to one day come to the royal capital of Oriana to study."

Esdeath picked up the stemmed glass filled with bright red wine, and with a light touch of her fingertips, a thin layer of frost spread out.

"It's so attractive to foreigners, let alone the locals. The nobles and merchants of Oriana flock here, and wealth and power naturally concentrate here, while other cities and rural areas are not doing so well."

The songstress didn't understand these things very well. She had only been a member of the Seireitei for a short time, and her previous education was based on the etiquette of noble ladies. Her understanding of economics was limited to the fact that "money can buy things."

Esdeath glanced at her, and out of sheer boredom, she patiently explained: "Ideally, a nobleman should save or invest in the development of his territory after deducting the portion used for enjoyment from the taxes he collects in his territory and the surplus from his various industries."

In short, we must ensure that wealth flows so that a positive cycle can be formed, allowing those who truly create wealth—farmers and workers—to receive a certain return.

However, the nobles who now possess most of the wealth have all fled to the capital, indulging in extravagance and unable to extricate themselves. All their gold and silver have been exchanged for various luxurious works of art, and the taxes collected from the local areas are ultimately displayed as inanimate objects in the exhibition halls where dukes and marquises flaunt their wealth.

What do you think will happen?

“Wealth is accumulating in one direction without any feedback... The capital is becoming more and more prosperous, while the countryside is becoming more and more desolate?” The songstress was not stupid; she quickly realized the consequences, and her face turned grim.

She suddenly realized that this phenomenon was not unique to Oriana; her hometown also had a similar situation, just not as extreme.

Esdeath sneered, “That’s only one aspect. The darkness behind this country is more than you can imagine. According to the intelligence I’ve been reading these past few days, the capital regularly clears out the homeless and relocates bankrupt poor people to the countryside or the border to establish pioneer villages. Their shops and houses are then sold at high prices to the children of wealthy and powerful people from abroad who come to study.”

Furthermore, the nobles not only loved art, but also formed a united organization to suppress the salaries of certain creators in order to purchase a large number of masterpieces. After the creators died due to poverty or disease, they would extoll the greatness of these irreplaceable works in order to make money.

For similar reasons, although everyone in this country loves art, it is actually quite difficult for ordinary people to get ahead through hard work... First, there are the high tuition fees, second, the recommendation system, and third, one must gain the approval of the elite circles to have a good reputation.

In short, it was all just boring stuff.

Esdeath yawned slightly. She had never been interested in these things. She neither felt disgust for the powerful and wealthy nor sympathized with the oppressed common people. She only felt that those who dared not rise up in resistance deserved to be exploited!

This world is a vast jungle where it's either eat or be eaten!