The World Of Eternal Empress

Varian thanked the good samaritan who gave him the living expenses to rent out a luxury home in the capital city.

[Using your soul power to grab money, hmph! Any good man would rather sleep on the hard ground than rob people.]

'Firstly, they are crony businessmen who underpay their employees. Secondly, why the fuck should I sleep on hard floor when I have the soft mattress?'

Varian clicked his tongue and opened the large window.

The view of the capital city greeted him along with the wind that started to cool with the sunset.

The princess had long entered the palace but the processions in the streets were going on.

Even the wide streets were now congested as the citizens swarmed into every available space, either chanting a victory slogan or praising the princess.

"Without this thing, I have no chance of winning." Varian raised the rusty ring and looked at with one eye closed, trying to look the sky through it.