The Empire of Reimia (3)

"I, Marey Mainz, swear that in life and in death, I will be eternally loyal to the Empress and her land, I will defend the interests of the Rheimian Empire, and I will not disgrace its name. Enemies may destroy my body, but they will never conquer my will. The Empire is above all else; long live Her Majesty Rinze Rheim." Marey recited the oath in a calm, even voice, without hesitation or mistakes. Neither before, during, nor after the ritual did his face change from its usual impassive, cold, and firm expression. What meaning do his words have if they are not related to his actual thoughts? The oath is just another foolish tradition, but the form it took this time unpleasantly surprised the student. "Indeed, war is coming soon. But—who will lead us in this war? Kyoko, the leader of degenerate fanatics, Carmina, the product of incest, and finally, these women, female generals in skirts. Are these commanders, leaders? Who should be impressed by these speeches about honor, duty, and other nonsense from these office dolls? Ah, I'm starting to understand the phenomenon of Theria. He certainly didn't give off that impression. Although, some are ready to lick the boots of anyone who sits on the throne." Marey glanced contemptuously at Evriala.