So, the day had finally come.
Olivert watched the silver-white warship slowly descend from the sky, a bitter smile on his face.
In truth, ever since Crossbell had declared independence, the Empire had been a complete mess. The Noble Faction had seized the opportunity to fiercely condemn the Reformist Faction for failing to act in time, which had led to the Empire losing a place as important as Crossbell. When the Imperial forces were wiped out in one blow by Crossbell's warships, and even Karelia Fortress was completely destroyed, the Noble Faction once again harshly condemned Chancellor Osborne for his negligence. They claimed that when he had gone to Crossbell to attend the West Semblia Trade Conference, he had failed to determine the other side's true capabilities, resulting in such a devastating blow to the Empire.
In short, no matter how they put it, it was all Chancellor Osborne's fault.
The Noble Faction had not only used this to suppress the Reformist Faction, but had even demanded that Emperor Yugent III continue attacking Crossbell. They declared, "Imperial soldiers would rather die than surrender. Surrender is no honor for our Empire. If we cannot uphold the glory of our fallen forebears, then we shall fight to the death."
Although the Noble Faction spoke with great fervor, Prince Olivert understood that they were merely using this to pressure the Emperor. After all, the rise of the Reformist Faction had been inseparable from Yugent III. If they could use this incident as a pretext to make Yugent III abandon his reforms and preserve the Empire's existing aristocratic system, that would naturally be ideal for them.
"Ah..."
Thinking of this, Prince Olivert sighed. The Empire was currently consumed by open and covert struggles, and Yugent III had decided to cut through the chaos by