"Hudson, I'm afraid that won't do!
Franz is still a child. How could he possibly handle such a grand occasion? You should make the trip yourself, lest something go wrong."
Melissa hurriedly objected.
She had no objection to training her son, but having her eldest son, barely in his teens, represent the Coslo Family at the coronation ceremony was pushing him too hard.
Faced with all those old foxes from across the kingdom, he would probably help count the money even after being sold.
"Don't worry. Nothing will go wrong on Franz's trip to the Royal Capital this time. Even if he makes a few minor mistakes, everyone will be understanding.
The war is over. Every major faction in the kingdom wants me to retire. How could they possibly stir up trouble?
Whoever dares force me out of seclusion will become the kingdom's public enemy.
With the problems our family faces now, someone will help solve them without me lifting a finger."
Hudson said confidently.
The saying "once the birds are gone, the bow is put away" applied everywhere. With the war over, for the marshal to retire to the countryside was the best choice for all sides.
The kingdom's rites and music had not yet collapsed, nor had the nobles' morals fallen into ruin. Everyone was accustomed to handling matters according to the rules.
One only had to look at the struggles in court. Caesar IV had reigned for more than a decade, and political infighting had grown so intense that the king was sidelined, yet not a single minister had been executed. That was the protection afforded by the rules.
Compared with political struggles without any bottom line, Hudson preferred this rule-bound game—it was far less troublesome!
News that the kingdom was about to become an empire