The other, inside the royal palace.
After a week, Rivo's reputation value was also constantly increasing.
[Ding! Your servant, Twelve Kizuki Doma, has harvested believers and gained reputation points x5!]
[Ding! Your servant, Twelve Kizuki Daki, has gained a great reputation and earned reputation value x10!]
In a short period of time, the benefits brought by Daki were higher than those of Doma.
Basically, a system tone would appear once a night.
Doma's influence would need more time to accumulate in order to generate more prestige points for Rivo.
[Empire Summoning System]
[Host: Rivo]
[Servants: Twelve Kizuki Series – Upper Moon Two: Doma, Upper Moon Six: Daki, Gyutaro]
[Reputation: 450]
[Skills: Servant Summoning, Servant Recycling]
Nowadays, the reputation value had reached four hundred and fifty points, and it wouldn't take long to think about it.
It was enough for Rivo to summon the remaining Twelve Kizuki.
Think of the unparalleled Akaza, the strongest demon swordsman Kokushibo, and the pot demon Gyokko who could split demons, summon hounds, and mutate others.
There was also the one Rivo wanted the most—Nakime, the new Upper Moon who could control the Infinity Castle.
These demons, although they might not be able to gain as much reputation as Doma and Daki, would still provide significant points for Rivo.
But their combat strength and stealth were more than enough to play a powerful role.
After all, although the palace was the safest place, it was also the most dangerous.
Knock knock!
Rivo, who was in the room, heard a knock at the door and responded to let the other party in.
"Your Majesty, the minister requests your presence for dinner."
The maid who entered half-knelt on the ground and respectfully addressed Rivo.
In the entire palace, from the chief of guards to the maids and servants, all of them were Honest's spies.
Although the maid in front of him appeared extremely respectful on the surface, she held no real awe for Rivo in her heart.
"I know."
Rivo nodded, placed his hands behind his back, and followed the maid out.
But the smile in his eyes turned cold the moment the maid turned around.
The relationship between courtier and emperor seemed reversed in that moment.
As an emperor, being summoned by Honest daily for meals made Rivo deeply unhappy.
Almost every day, he had lunch or dinner with Honest.
In a short time, Rivo did not want to kill someone like Honest.
At least for now, as long as Honest remained, the true ruler of the empire was still him.
If Rivo wanted to kill Honest, he could easily do it now.
After recycling Doma or Daki, he could effortlessly slaughter Honest.
But if Honest died, the Revolutionary Army, the northern tribes, the bandits of the southern islands—
As well as various anti-imperial forces around the empire—would rise in rebellion. Rivo would not be able to control the majority of the empire's military.
It would be impossible to hold the vast imperial capital and the empire itself.
Those rebels would swarm like starving ghosts, rushing to devour the empire like a big cake.
Therefore, at least until Rivo could fully control the situation in the imperial capital—
He would not only refrain from killing Honest, but would instead protect him.
This was a mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more than mutual gain.
In the main hall, Honest was already seated early.
Although he was a minister and Rivo was the emperor, in reality, the ruler of the imperial capital was still Honest.
It was impossible for Honest to personally invite Rivo over.
At this time, two people were kneeling beside Honest.
If Rivo had been there, he would have immediately recognized them as two of the Four Rakshasa Demons—Zanku and Ibara—from the strongest Imperial Fist Temple under the empire.
The combination of the strong man and the little girl gave a contradictory impression.
The reason these two came was simple—they weren't Honest's bodyguards.
Instead, they were intelligence agents who gathered all kinds of information in the imperial capital and reported to Honest.
As members of the Imperial Fist Temple—the empire's strongest institution—they bore the title of strongest Rakshasa.
Their efficiency and capability were highly trusted by Honest.
"Elysium Dawn? And Daki?"
"It seems there are still many capable people in the imperial capital."
"To seize a territory in the streets dominated by the underworld and carve out a piece of turf from under the Path of Peace."
"Interesting."
Honest devoured a large piece of meat, and the grease clung to his beard.
But Honest's eyes still gleamed with surprise.
The Path of Peace in the east was the only force in the imperial capital he did not control.
The underworld territory in the south was originally Honest's domain. No matter how things changed, in his mind, it still belonged to him.
He was merely curious about the Elysium Dawn.
At the same time, Rivo, who was listening from the side, was also a little surprised.
In just one month, he hadn't expected that Daki and Doma had already developed to the point that even Honest had taken notice.
"Minister, are we going to destroy the Elysium Dawn?"
"Or kill that Daki?"
Zanku raised his head and asked Honest, a little unsure.
They had long been familiar with Honest's erratic temperament—sometimes cruel, sometimes kind.
Therefore, they never acted on their own and always asked for Honest's opinion.
"Don't rush. From what I know, the Path of Peace has some ties with the Revolutionary Army."
"Let the Revolutionary Army test the waters first. If those demons really have ability, I can make use of them."
"As for that Daki, I don't care. As long as the monthly tribute isn't reduced, I don't mind who holds that position."
Honest waved his hand, showing no particular interest in Zanku's inquiry.
After all, in front of him sat a grand spread of exquisite delicacies.
"Hurry up and go. I've made an appointment with His Majesty for dinner."
Honest bit into a chicken leg, his voice muffled by the food.
Zanku and Ibara exchanged glances, then disappeared into the shadows.
Soon after the two left, the door was pushed open.
Rivo arrived at the table under the maid's guidance.
"Your Majesty, forgive me. I was too hungry."
"So I started eating first."
Honest wiped his greasy hands with a napkin, an apologetic smile on his face.
But the pile of bones on the table betrayed his lie.
"It's all right, Minister."
"I'm not particularly hungry. I'll just accompany the Minister for a bit."
Rivo shook his head and calmly picked up his knife and fork.
The exquisite steak on the table was something unaffordable for most in the imperial capital.