Small Earl and the others stood before the television, recounting Peng Joe's crimes to the Federation and the entire world. The great nobles, who had been discussing how to seek help from the Federal authorities, were watching the television—and had completely lost the ability to speak.
They were the most suitable people to establish an Exiled Government. Every one of their surnames represented a piece of history! Even within the International Community, they had a place! They had been discussing this very matter in the room, but it seemed they were too late.
"No one informed us!" A hereditary Marquis's voice was filled with fiery rage.
He clenched his fist and slammed it against the armrest. "And I heard they've already immigrated to the Federation. They don't represent Gefra at all!"
There was only one Duke among this group of people, and he was rather old, around seventy.
He had been among the first nobles to flee. He had left more calmly and taken more of his wealth with him.
After the Gefra Royal Bank was pushed into the background by the Imperial Family, it was taken over by the noble faction.
As one of Gefra's few great nobles, he had easily transferred his assets from Gefra to the Federation.
Of course, that was only the portion that could be transferred. There was still plenty of real estate and artwork that could not be handled in a short time.
When the war broke out, the price of artwork plummeted as well. Those things were all hidden in his family's secret vault.
Having spent slightly more time in the Federation than the others, he had gradually seen through what the Federation truly was! He raised a hand, telling the enraged Marquis to calm down. Then, after his sluggish, slightly yellowish brain