Originally, according to the plan, once the Royal Palace had been surrounded, the Noble Council should have surrendered without a fight. However...
"Those people are actually planning to resist? They should know what will happen next."
Staring at the Royal Palace in the distance, the general frowned and muttered under his breath. Things had already reached this point—what could those nobles possibly be thinking? Both fortresses had been subdued, and nearly all of Albion's forces had either been completely wiped out or surrendered. There were only a few hundred people left in the palace... But then again...
"This is rather ironic."
"Ironic?"
Hearing Red Ponytail's remark, the general looked at her curiously.
"What do you mean, Divine Envoy?"
"The Noble Faction and Albion's royal family were in the same situation back then. There were only a few hundred people in the royal city, while Albion's fifty thousand noble troops surrounded it outside. The Crown Prince of Wales and the Emperor chose to die fighting, and now... Heh. How the tables have turned."
"The royal city..."
The general's expression changed slightly at those words. Of course, he knew how Albion's royal family had met its end. To avoid humiliation, the Emperor and the Crown Prince had blown up the royal city. Even now, it remained a Great Cavern. Could these people be planning to do the same thing to this Royal Palace?
"Immediately deploy ground forces to suppress the Royal Palace! Send Magi to search for any hidden or buried bombs, or similar Magic Items!"
The general no longer hesitated. He had originally intended to give the Noble Council some dignity, but that thought had long since been thrown aside. He did not think those nobles would have the nerve... but who could possibly know what they were thinking?
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