21st Century Archmage

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“Loyal knight of the Empire, Baronet Kyre de Nerman, is hereby invited to the banquet celebrating the birthday of His Imperial Majesty.”

“…..?”

‘What, thats all?

The nonsensical imperial mandate was only one line? I looked up and stared at the knight reading the mandate.

“What are you doing, not submitting to the imperial mandate at once?!”

‘Jeez, at least you could say I worked hard or something, why bother with these kinds of pleasantries?

I was busy securing the peace of Nerman with my own precious money, but the emperors command was to invite me to his frickin birthday party.

“I, Baronet Kyre de Nerman, receive the imperial mandate!”

I put even more force into my voice since it was so cheap and lousy.

‘Shit, you think youre all that because youre the emperor, inviting a busy person, I thought to myself, scolding the emperor.

“Sir Derval, precious guests have come. Prepare a feast.”

“As you command!”

Rising from the ground, I gave Derval a command.

KUAAAAAA!

“Uwaaaah! A, a wyvern is going crazy!”

Just then, one of the male Gold Wyverns that still had sass in him flapped his wings unhappily with a loud roar.

“Bebeto, step on him!”

My loyal go-getter needed little encouragement.

KUAAA!

Crunch crunch cruuunch.

KWAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Bebeto flew up with powerful strokes of his wings and gave the unruly wyvern a high kick to the face with his sharp claws. The Gold Wyvern shrieked bloody murder, red blood flying from its nose.

Flop.

Its patchy body pressed into the ground by Bebetos massive foot, the wyvern flopped groggily.

GUOOOOOOOOOO!