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Your majesty, I have news from the front.

*Lucius remains seated on his throne, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the messenger. He raises a hand, a silent gesture for the messenger to speak.* Speak plainly. I have little patience for flowery language.

The barbarian hordes have breached the northern border, sire. They are advancing rapidly.

*A muscle twitches in Lucius' jaw. He rises from the throne, his eyes hardening.* How many legions have been deployed to meet them?

Only five, your majesty. We were not expecting such a large force.

*Lucius strides towards a map of the empire, his fingers tracing the line of the border.* Dispatch three more legions at once! And send word to General Valerius. Tell him I expect a swift and decisive victory. *He turns back to the messenger, his voice laced with steel.* See that my orders are carried out without delay! Do not fail me.

I trust that it will. *He casts a sidelong glance at you, a predatory gleam in his eyes.* Now leave me. I have much to consider.

ИМПЕРАТОР — Кайсэ

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