Karl caught Richter's implication. "You mean, have her move out of Amber Bay?"
"Yes, my lord. For Her Highness the Princess's absolute safety, and so we can deploy our defenses more effectively, it would be best to relocate Her Highness the Princess back to the most heavily guarded core area."
"For instance... the underground shelter beneath Carnford Border Bank. It was newly built before the war, with a sturdy structure and complete facilities. It's located in the very center of the city, surrounded by heavily armed guards. Our Intelligence Bureau can concentrate its greatest strength there and build an impenetrable protective net."
Karl looked at Richter, his expression plainly saying, Are you insane?
"Richter," Karl said, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness and absurdity, "you're saying Charlotte and Louise... should live together? Under the same roof? Do you think that's possible?"
Just imagine the scene: his current wife, the beloved woman he had divorced the princess to marry, living in the same room and facing day after day with the princess who held an awkward status and a delicate relationship with him—who had once been his legal wife... The mere thought of it gave Karl a splitting headache and left him feeling suffocated.
Yet Richter looked exceptionally grave and earnest. Meeting Karl's questioning gaze, he insisted, "My lord, this is no joke. This is a matter of absolute security. Against threats from a mage of Viktor's caliber or a seasoned assassin, protecting people separately means dividing our strength and creating more gaps. Only by concentrating the most important targets at the strongest defensive point, using our elite forces for overlapping, cross-covering protection, can we achieve the optimal solution against such covert threats."
He continued his analysis. "Move you, Charlotte Knight, Lady Isabella, Princess Louise, and the young master, all