After rebuking everyone, Caesar IV awkwardly discovered that no one had reacted at all.
There was no such thing as disgracing their ancestors.
What they were discussing now was the kingdom's grand hegemony.
Even if their words had been somewhat excessive, it was nothing in the face of such dazzling achievements.
What generations of predecessors had wanted to accomplish but failed to do had finally been achieved in this generation.
Everyone's confidence and pride had completely soared. A few reprimands from the king could not change that.
"Your Majesty, do you think it is time for us to send reinforcements?"
The question from Chancellor Duke Beckett focused everyone's attention on Caesar IV.
Without question, this was a thorny problem.
Given Caesar IV's position, whether he supported or opposed sending troops, it would amount to taking a political side.
What a king needed was to serve as an arbiter, not be dragged into political factionalism.
"The situation across the continent is changing by the moment. It may be different again tomorrow.
Our decisions must change along with developments. We cannot make choices blindly.
The Alien Race Alliance is at a disadvantage, so it will certainly take measures to strike back.
Let us observe the situation for now. Once it stabilizes, we can make a decision!"
Caesar IV decisively resorted to stalling.
Deep down, his dissatisfaction with the conservative government had accumulated to its limit.
Holding great power was not enough for them; now they were even setting political traps for him.
The dispute over whether to send troops involved many of the kingdom's nobles. How could he casually state his position?
Even if he had already made up his mind, he could not personally say it as king.
The brief interlude had ended, but its political impact spread from the court