Rolint could almost see what would happen if the nobles failed. The Buga people had actually dared to assassinate Prince Leven Oneson. He did not know whether the nobles had learned of this news yet, but regardless, there was no way this war could end peacefully.
Grand Duke Golan-Elson, who had borne the brunt of it, could no longer enjoy the nobles' immunity this time. His fate might be even worse than Anlek's. In order to leave his father and family a way out, Rolint could only hope that his choice was correct enough.
Yet for some reason, he was not actually very confused. Instead, he faintly felt a blind confidence in victory in this war.
Perhaps anyone who had witnessed that battle in the square of Fir Territory would develop the same kind of trust.
"Was this a decision you all made together?"
"Lord, the rise and fall of the Montoro Family and the Kolkovan Royal Family are bound together through honor and disgrace. My younger brother is your knight, but I am a subject of the royal family. Even if you object, I, Claudia, will still leave for Mintai from here. It isn't a long journey."
Hainf held his lover's hand as he replied.
Brando nodded. Compared to Little Montoro, he actually admired this young man more. He had ideals and convictions, and what was rare was that he remained clear-headed. He also understood what Eluin needed. The new kingdom would be built on ideals, but what maintained its existence was still new interests.
He glanced at Rolint again.
"Lord, I've made up my mind," Rolint replied. "I only hope that you can spare my father."
"The one who can spare your father isn't me, but himself. If he hasn't committed too great a crime, he won't receive