There's a cockroach in your soul and a little homunculus in your brain

The Imperial Crimson Empire == Familiar footsteps stopped in front of the room, after a short pause the door opened. This person—despite the details can’t be seen because of back lighting, with only a glance, Carlos understood that the person is someone he’s been waiting for. Carlos showed a faint smile while he continued sitting in his chair. “—Welcome back, your highness. I thought you wouldn’t make it in time.” “My bad, there were a lot of idiots who attacked me on the way.” Hearing that nostalgic yet familiar voice, Carlos was overwhelmed with feeling of wanting to weep and was unable to find any words to say. “Even so, you don’t seem surprised at all. The other lots were looking at me as if I was a ghost—well, not that it’s wrong.” Being told that, Carlos’s smile deepened. “…How’s the situation outside?” “Hn? Ah, they’ve stopped plundering for now and are in the middle of the public execution of royalties, nobles, and officials. Also, there might be some idiot...