Chapter 2: Neither Sacred Nor Imperial...

General Mankensen, we have shown you enough respect. I hope you can afford us the respect we deserve," the middle-aged officer who spoke fixed his gaze on Mankensen, his expression darkening.

"At the very least, when you refer to my country, please use its full name..."

Mankensen sneered coldly upon hearing this: "Full name... The Holy Britannian Empire? What connection do you have to anything holy?"

"Neither holy nor an empire..."

Well, this man certainly did not mince words.

However, their exchange allowed Morin to gather more information in a short time, and the mysterious voice in his mind resumed, updating the “information” interface simultaneously.

[Current information collection rate... 9%]
[The Holy Britannian Empire, with its capital located in the Britannia Island region, holds numerous colonies worldwide and is an autocratic state ruled by the emperor’s bloodline.]

This time, even without the system’s prompt, Morin could guess from the name alone that this was definitely a foreign world Britannia...

Although Morin didn’t know the specific ties this country had with a certain ancient ACG work’s “superpower.”

What he could be sure of was that this nation likely had poor relations with the Saxon Empire...

Currently, for some reason, these two empires were both dispatching military forces to the Aragon Kingdom, where the group was located, but they had yet to engage in open conflict.

These Britannian soldiers seemed to have already achieved a feat like a “foreign world’s Li Yunlong”...

They had ambushed a Saxon Empire military observation team and captured Morin and his companions.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant General Mankensen’s sharp tongue had earned him an equally “warm” reply.

With several heavy punches landing, General Mankensen was knocked off his chair with a loud crash.

The three Britannian officers had not forgotten Morin nearby; after a round of fists and kicks, they also sent him crashing to the ground.

Immediately, two pistols were pressed against the groins of Morin and General Mankensen.

“Our patience is limited. I’ll ask you one last time: Are you Saxons planning to intervene in the Aragon civil war? What is your military deployment situation?”

“Just shoot me then. I damn well know nothing...” Morin said weakly. He only wished the others would give him a quick end, not prolong his suffering, nor let him endure the agony of “all for nothing.”

After he spoke, the Britannian officer before him lowered his gun and a cold smile crept across his face.

“Good. Your loyalty to your country has earned my respect. Yet it also convinces me that you possess valuable intelligence...”

Lying on the ground, Morin felt both amused and exasperated. He turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said:

“No, what exactly are you thinking? I’m just a lowly second lieutenant. How could I possibly hold the military intelligence you seek?”

“Precisely because you’re only a second lieutenant, it’s all the more suspicious!”

“If you weren’t someone important or didn’t hold crucial information, why would you be among officers whose lowest rank is major? AndI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.