The court banquet had barely begun when Franz sensed that something was wrong. The peaceful royal palace was somehow filled with a murderous atmosphere.
"Who allowed you to barge in?"
"Have you no sense of decorum?"
"Get out!"
Seeing the guards enter the hall, the great nobles erupted in outrage. Some of the more hot-tempered nobles even kicked the men flying on the spot.
The chaotic scene only made Caesar IV's anger burn hotter. The carefully planned coup could not be ruined like this.
"Silence!"
"We have just received an urgent report that assassins have infiltrated the banquet. The palace guards are merely searching for the assassins. Please bear with them."
Duke Newfoundland immediately stepped forward to defuse the situation.
Everyone who had come to attend the banquet was an influential noble of the Empire. If they offended all these people, then even a successful coup would amount to nothing.
After a brief internal struggle, reason regained the upper hand, and Caesar IV realized that something was amiss.
His coup seemed to have been far too crude, and he had chosen the wrong location as well.
There was no helping it. This was his first time doing something like this. He had made the decision in a burst of rage, without any careful planning beforehand.
Vaguely, Caesar IV also felt that he had been acting strangely lately. He had become impatient, his temper had grown exceptionally fierce, and even the slightest matter made him want to fly into a rage.
Realizing it did not help. The evil fire in his heart was too strong, and reason found it difficult to suppress his emotions.
He had even sought someone out about it, but everyone agreed that his bad temper was due to a lack of rest lately. A few days