Emperor Fraener spoke frankly. "Mr. Morpheus, I've heard from the soldiers guarding the borders that the situation in the northwest desert isn't too peaceful nowadays. A foreign organization has joined forces with the Altalune Kingdom, preparing to attack us. I wonder how you view this matter."

Morpheus squinted, but his tone still sounded calm and indifferent. "The wars between nations in the mundane world aren't something we immortals can interfere with. However, if the Church of Netherphos were to pose evil intentions toward us, we wouldn't stand idly by.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, our community will surely tackle this situation... In fact, I suspect they aim to seize the Dragon Dynasty's national artifact."

A hint of astonishment flashed across Emperor Fraener's face. "Our national artifact is the divine weapon of the ancestral emperor. It possesses unrivaled divine power that makes or breaks the world. It must never fall into the hands of those wicked people..."

"Of course.