The officials' faces turned as pale as paper, all lowering their heads deeply, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Understood, my lord!"
At this point, the situation had become as tense as a drawn bowstring, with no room for retreat.
The road ahead either led to the throne or straight into hell.
"Since the Imperial Knights have already mobilized, our previous plans must be adjusted. We must urgently negotiate again with the Sky-reaching Tower and the Unicorn Knights to see how they plan to respond to this sharp weapon of the Empire."
"Our Truva Province can provide necessary support and coordination, waiting for the right moment to act."
"Since the feast to divide the Empire's legacy has already been laid out, even if we cannot get the juiciest piece of meat, Truva Province must be the first to drink the hottest soup!"
Charles' voice was filled with an unassailable iron determination, as if he had already seen the future political landscape.
