Purging the inside had always been the simplest and most effective way to help everyone cast aside their prejudices and unite.
Under such pressure, no one would want to be an "outsider." Everyone would desperately cling to the organization's core and do everything they could to appear like an active member of the united front.
The Duke's few words were like a heavy, bloody stench filling the assembly hall. Without a doubt, those "traitors" were not going to have an easy time of it.
As a powerful empire, whether it was the Privy Council or the Prime Minister, they had to maintain at least "surface-level justice."
They would not deliberately frame anyone. That would be a disaster for politics!
If right and wrong became tools of politics, then this country would certainly be beyond saving. Whoever controlled such a tool could turn black into white and white into black. How could there be any hope left?
Those spies might have been genuine, and the people denounced by those spies might also have been guilty. But the people those individuals denounced in turn were not necessarily all guilty.
A few genuine culprits mixed with a large group of innocents—at such a serious time, in order to resolve such a major case as quickly as possible, mistakenly arresting, imprisoning, or even killing people seemed to be something that could be forgiven.
Moreover, these injuries would be given "the collective's name." It would not be one person's decision, but the decision of a collective.
Some nobles wore contemptuous expressions. This might be their last time attending such a noble assembly. The Royalists believed they had seen the true face of the noble faction clearly.
Actually, sometimes... certain things were quite interesting.
The ministers whom the Emperor had considered "his own people" had rebelled