"Public sentiment is running high below. Do you think we should expand the war now?"
Charles III asked expressionlessly.
Ever since they had discovered that the Alien Race Alliance was secretly supporting the Underworld Races, humanity's pride as the dominant race had been stirred.
The previous Continental War had ended halfway through, with vast territories lost, which had already left the younger factions in various countries deeply dissatisfied.
It was only because these people had not yet seized power that they had been suppressed by the older generation in their families.
People could be suppressed, but not their hearts.
The Alien Race Alliance's support for the Underworld Races became the fuse that reignited racial conflict.
The younger generation clamored for revenge, while the powerful figures of the fallen nations also joined in, waving banners and shouting slogans.
They were not merely building momentum through public opinion. Privately, they were also busy lobbying, hoping to restore their countries with the alliance's support.
Lutetia had become lively!
Outside, calls for war rang everywhere.
The pro-peace faction was no less powerful, but most of its members were elderly nobles. They cared more about their status and would not go into the streets to trade insults with the pro-war faction.
"Your Majesty, this matter cannot be rushed!
Starting a war is easy, but winning one is far from simple.
The Alien Race Alliance is not weak, and with the Underworld Races added in, any war that breaks out is bound to be extremely brutal.
Moreover, the number of Underworld entrances is uncertain. New entrances could emerge at any moment.
If, at a critical moment in the war, Underworld Races suddenly appeared in our rear and caused trouble, things would become troublesome.
Rather than risk everything for a little face, we might as well ignore