People couldn’t really understand what happened when they saw the eagle statues lying flat on the ground.

Juan looked at the golems with his arms crossed and shook his fingers to the side.

“Roll over.”

The sight of the giant eagle statues rolling on the bare ground caused everyone to recall watching a comedy show. But Juan continued to give orders without laughing.

“Bellies.”

The eagle statues flipped over and exposed their stomachs.

Heretia thought that now was the perfect time to laugh out loud, but her lips couldn’t move at all for some reason.

‘He’s controlling the Golems as he pleases?’

Golems were said to be the thickest arms supporting the throne—magic soldiers that were supporting the empire. Most of them except for a few were now nothing more than legends, and they were made by the emperor to only obey him. But here Juan was, controlling them like puppies with his fingers.

What this situation meant was quite clear.

“Head.”

The eagle statues thumped their heads into the ground at Juan’s order. Then Juan gently patted the eagles on their heads.

Heretia wondered if Juan was complimenting the eagles, but he simply took out a stone piece from the wings of the golems with his bare hands. Inside the opening was something that was glowing blue.

After confirming what was inside, Juan simply covered it up once again.

“All right, well done. You can go back now.”

The eagle statues stomped around and returned to...