At the Russian Underworld.

On either side of a long corridor in a luxurious white palace were rows of beautiful sculptures and oil paintings. The floor was so clean and bright that it could virtually double as a mirror, and directly above it was a dome roof with intricate reliefs engraved onto it.

The corridor was lined with rows of soldiers clad in full suits of silver armor, wielding spears and swords in a menacing display like rows of statues. Right between the rows of soldiers, Catherine the Great was quickly rushing along the corridor of the hem of her dress in her hands.

Her face was rather thin, and her serious expression was causing her nasolabial folds to be slightly elongated. With her reddish-brown hair and her lavish attire, she was like a noblewoman attending a funeral.

The truth wasn't far from that.

The underworld emissaries following along behind her didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, and as she opened a wooden door at the end of the corridor, all of the underworld emissaries inside immediately stood up straight, turning toward this unexpected guest with surprised expressions.

"What? You thought I wouldn't know just because...