Milo:


    The kitchen was pure chaos. Not the kind with swords and blood, but with pots clattering, fires roaring, and people darting around like their lives depended on it. I’d been stuck here for days, scrubbing dishes like it was my destiny, but my mind was on bigger things. My hands were covered in grease, but my brain? Busy collecting every detail about this place.


    The Emperor’s Sword


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    The Emperor’s Sword


    General Haruto?


    That’s He


    Daiki