In the Emerald Palace, Caesar IV had tossed and turned all night before finally deciding to convene a government meeting for discussion.
The matter was far too significant. Even as king, he did not dare make a decision lightly.
Deep down, he had already cursed Charles III's entire family. If he had possessed sufficient strength, Caesar IV would even have wanted to put a blade through Charles III.
The title of "the continent's greatest general" alone would have been one thing. Hudson had a long list of achievements to back it up; there was simply no disputing it.
But nominating him as Human Marshal was digging a pit.
The war was not yet over, yet the commander-in-chief had already ascended to the highest honor. What was supposed to happen afterward?
Such a young Human Marshal could remain active in politics for decades. Charles III was practically roasting him, the king, over a fire!
Even if there was to be a nomination, the Alpha Kingdom should have handled it itself. Whether it succeeded or failed, it could at least have won over a wave of public support.
Charles III's intervention this time had not only stolen Caesar IV's job, but also planted hidden dangers in the Alpha Kingdom's political situation.
"A weapon in hand breeds murderous intent"!
The reason Human Marshal drew so much attention was not merely because it was the supreme honor, but because its authority came from the Human Alliance rather than the Kingdom government.
That meant Hudson, bearing the title of Human Marshal, could not be removed from office by the king as long as he refused to step down.
If Hudson were thick-skinned enough, he could use the banner of resisting alien races to cling indefinitely to military power in the Alpha Kingdom.
Although that was