The scene fell silent. Even the white-haired old general, whose waist had been held fast by two level-seven warriors, stopped struggling.
They were not shocked that the direct heirs of the noble houses were being sent away as hostages; they were shocked that the king intended to send every one of his own children into the hands of heretics.
Their resistance to Berichi here at this moment had, in truth, been meant to declare their stance to the king.
But now, it seemed there was no longer any need.
If he could be this ruthless to himself, then there was even less to say about how he would treat them.
If they continued, perhaps the Royal Capital would once again replay what had happened a few months ago. Only this time, the ones purged would not be the clergy of the Holy Blood Church and their families, but these new vested interests.
In silence, people slowly began to leave.
Berichi stood on the high platform, watching the crowd gradually disperse, and inwardly let out a heavy breath of relief. It seemed this fatal hurdle had been crossed.
When something occurred that shook the foundations of the kingdom, it often required the head of someone with real weight to put the matter to rest.
In this incident, he was undoubtedly the most suitable one.
Now that these people had left, it meant this matter had, for the time being, been turned over.
"Looks like I'll have to find a chance to resign."
After making up his mind, Berichi continued standing on the high platform in the wind. Only when there were just a few dozen people left below did he finally leave, board a carriage, and head for the Royal Palace.
At that very moment, inside the Administrative Hall of the