Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 40: Those On the Fence

“Suna.”

“Hm?” Madam Marti turned around to look at Constantin XI. “What is it, Your Majesty?”

“Hit me,” Constantin XI said impassively as he looked at the blood twin-headed eagle flag flown in Thessaloniki. “I must be dreaming.”

Shu Yichao had first taken over Edirne, and now Thessaloniki. With that, they had taken back half of their old territories in the Balkans.

Constantin XI couldn’t imagine how all of this happened, so he wondered if he was dreaming.

“Could it be that Constantinope has already been taken down by the heretics,” he murmured, “and this is just an illusion I’m having before my life comes to an end?”

Madam Marti tilted her body rightward and took a step back with her right foot. Then, fully leveraging the power of momentum, her right hand went on a complete arc before striking heavily on Constantin XI’s face. The force nearly sent the latter tumbling to the ground.

Pah!

“All of you heard that. It’s the emperor who told me to strike him!” Madam Marti exclaimed aloud to the surrounding officials. “I have never heard such a request before in my entire life.”

Constantin XI twisted a few rounds and saw stars spinning above him before finally regaining his balance. He looked at the blood twin-headed eagle flag in Thessaloniki once more, followed by the cheering Crusaders, and he began laughing himself silly.

“Ouch, it hurts. It isn’t an illusion.”

“All right, Your Majesty.” Madam Marti smiled as well. “We should enter the city.”

Constantin XI nodded. He got onto his horse and galloped up to the city gates while grumbling about happy problems.

“Our Caesar is a fighting maniac. He doesn’t care how many enemies there are; he only wants to know where the enemies are.

“He also doesn’t bother stationing soldiers in the cities he conquered to secure them. He just plunders them and leaves the rest to us. In the end, I, the Augustus, have to clean up after him, whether it’s selling the spoils of war on his behalf, managing the prisoners of war, or securing the cities.”

Madam Marti chuckled. “But do

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