Mitchell's right hand clenched into a fist, slamming heavily onto the table in front of him.
Bang!
A low and boundless voice filled with anger emanated from his mouth.
"I, Mitchell Carolin, am the eldest son of the Carolingian Royal Family of the Karedi Empire!"
"The future Emperor of the Karedi Empire!"
Mitchell opened his mouth, taking a deep breath of air.
Trying to ease the rage in his heart.
A few seconds later.
Mitchell spoke: "Some people, taking advantage of my father Charlemagne VI's critical illness, have applied various means to support my younger brother, Caesar."
"The motives of these people are simple."
"To use their military power and economic strength to push Caesar onto the throne."
"They wish to become the puppet masters of the Emperor of the Empire."
"They want to legitimately control the entire Karedi Empire."
"Their wolf's ambitions are hard to bear."
"At that time, the nation will be a nation no more, and the people will be in turmoil!"
