Novel & Cerita All Imperial Arms

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

I must have had a very confused look on my face because the prince went on to further explain what exactly was included in the terms ‘arms’ that the country seemed to produce and trade. ‘We trade everything that other countries may want or need for national security or even for war. Guns, bullets, fighter jets, tanks, and other related technologies. Our country is actually very famous for what we do,’ the prince said with a nod of his head. ‘I see…’ I murmured inside my head.

He laughed, as if he had made a great joke. Cassius didn’t laugh. His fingers tightened around the handle of his knife. He hated the idea. He hated that I had returned not ruined, but stronger. He hated that I could offer something he couldn’t completely control. And above all, he hated that everyone around the table could see my value, threatening his absolute position. “We’ll see,” he said, his voice a cold breath. “Delyon Armaments is not a training ground for adventurous soldiers.” “Of course not,” I agreed, keeping my tone smooth, almost disinterested. My eyes, however, drifted once again to Aurora. “It’s an empire. And empires, to survive, need to evolve. Or they are swallowed by those

he read on the mark of the pen. This is one of the most expensive products of the Arme company that he plans to buy. He opened the pen to find out what was strange there, when he opened it his forehead was so wrinkled that it was not the pen, it was a knife. He put the cover of the Arme pen back on and saw a small button there which he immediately pressed. "Rifle Winchester is the only handsome in the world!" Lever heard in the pen what he thought was the voice of his dad, Rifle because it introduced Rifle Winchester. Lever lowered it and at the pistol gun looked .

From here, I could see. The imperial procession moved through Ruen's main road with the measured precision of something that had done this ten thousand times and found it beneath its attention. Black-armored soldiers in perfect formation. Banners in imperial crimson and silver, not snapping in the wind but falling still in a way that felt less like weather and more like the banners themselves knew better than to move without permission. Officials on horseback whose faces said I am very important and also very cold. More soldiers. A gap. Then him.