Imperial Capital.
The Council of Elders was frantic.
Because they had been unable to contact the Emperor's army for two days.
"We must send more men to support His Majesty. The empire cannot lose this war, and His Majesty the Emperor absolutely cannot suffer any accident." The Council of Elders was furious and utterly tense, because if anything happened to Floyd, their newly restarted Council of Elders would lose everything all over again. Right now, they had to support Floyd absolutely, and ensure the Emperor's safety. Only then could they make certain the Council's power did not slip away.
But at such a critical moment, the nobles had actually begun dragging their feet. They were actually giving up?
"My lord landowners, I now find it necessary to ask you—have you already lost your loyalty to the master of the empire?"
At the Council of Elders, the great nobles sat calmly in their seats. Count Pascal lowered his head and looked at the note in his hand, paying no attention to the elder's rebuke.
The note was crushed. Written on it was the information Ryan had sent back. The thing His Majesty Emperor Floyd had wanted to prove had already been disrupted. Two hundred thousand captives, with over ten thousand young and able-bodied men slaughtered. Looking at this news, Count Pascal still could not help clicking his tongue. That baron truly had a heart of stone. A slaughter of over ten thousand people had actually been passed over so lightly.
But this was exactly what the nobles had wanted to see.
Count Pascal nodded to the great nobles beside him.
And so, someone answered the elder.
"Elder Terra, we are not disloyal. Rather, we need time. Starting from the Imperial First Legion, the military reserves in our territories have already been