The Final Decision

As the Emperor of the Empire, Reiner's words still carried tremendous weight, and he had no doubts about that. Even if he wanted to execute all these prisoners, his vassals would not dare say much about it.

However, he still did not make such a hasty decision. How to deal with the prisoners would require discussing it with his vassals first.

The victorious imperial vassals returned with beaming smiles and entered Reiner's tent to report the good news.

Count Jorral was close to Reiner, and his voice was as loud as ever. The corners of his mouth nearly reached the back of his head as he excitedly said to Reiner, "Your Majesty, we're finally completely secure this time! Your position is set in stone as well! Congratulations on ascending the throne of the empire, Your great Majesty!"

Count Jorral's voice boomed, and his tone was respectful. Reiner smiled and nodded, motioning for the lords to find places to sit.

More than eighty vassals sat on the blankets spread across the ground. Every one of them was grinning from ear to ear. They knew their good days had arrived.

After sitting down, everyone fell silent and looked at their liege with eager eyes, hoping he would announce how the prisoners would be dealt with.

Reiner chuckled. His left arm throbbed faintly. The results achieved by the various lords had all been tallied and placed in front of him.

He picked up the parchment and carefully looked it over. Seeing this, the vassals held their breath, waiting for Reiner's final judgment.

It recorded the total spoils claimed by each vassal, including the number of prisoners in each rank.

"Three dukes, twenty-one counts, two hundred and sixty-five barons, eight hundred and eight knights..."

"Looks like all of you made quite a haul!" Reiner