Inside the manor, Berichi declined every visit. Then he ordered Butler to compile information on the heirs of the kingdom's great nobles and deliver it to him.
As time passed, undercurrents surged beneath the royal capital. Everyone was guessing at the contents of the two negotiations and their final outcome based on the information they had gathered.
Before anyone realized it, half a month had gone by.
The day before the agreement was signed, order after order was issued from the Royal Palace and delivered to the manors of the kingdom's great nobles.
When they saw the royal decree ordering them to send their heirs to the Royal Palace within three hours, or else be deemed traitors, none of them dared delay. They could only obey one after another.
At this moment, thanks to the purge of the Holy Blood Church, Damian's prestige had reached its highest point since the founding of the Parambria Kingdom.
No noble in the kingdom dared ignore his orders.
In less than two hours, one hundred and thirteen young people had been sent to the Royal Palace.
On the square before the Administrative Hall, Damian looked at the one hundred and thirteen people kneeling before him, nodded slightly, then signaled for the maids to take them away to rest.
Behind these one hundred and thirteen people stood the Parambria Kingdom's eight dukes, twenty-seven marquises, and seventy-eight counts.
If they all died here, the Parambria Kingdom would fall into chaos.
As for how long it would take to restore calm, that would depend on when those nobles could reveal new heirs.
"Berichi."
Berichi, standing on the right, stepped forward when he heard this. He came before Damian, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty."
"Tomorrow, you will see off the kingdom's future in my place."
"Yes."
Damian turned