"My Money!"

After Frederick became the plenipotentiary administrator of the Ruhr Valley, he made his first three moves as a new official. First, under the protection of the Wesen Army, the elite staff of Weissen Accounting Firm moved into fourteen towns and cities of various sizes to audit their finances.

In late June, after paying the price of one person assassinated, four seriously injured, and ten lightly injured, Weissen Accounting Firm delivered a bloodstained audit report to Hanma City and placed it in Frederick's hands.

That day, the great nobles of the Rhine Alliance were discussing the situation at the front when attendants suddenly reported that His Majesty Rudolf was furious.

Everyone was taken aback. Rudolf had been here just a moment ago. Frederick had invited him to leave—how had he suddenly become furious?

On the less-than-ten-meter walk between the two rooms, the political creatures had considered all sorts of possibilities.

The once lavishly decorated tea room was now a complete mess. The tea table was hanging over the windowsill, nearly falling out. The gold candelabrum from the Ghazi Empire, the silver teapot from the Kingdom of Gaul, and the crystal clock from the Duchy of Weissen had all been reduced to shards fit for a street stall in the Great Stone Empire.

Frederick sat on the sofa, holding a teacup, as if he hadn't noticed Rudolf raising a chair to smash a Taohuashi porcelain vase.

Everyone was taken aback. What was going on?

Duke Hergel lived up to his reputation as a Sword Saint. He moved so fast that he left a blur behind, grabbing Rudolf's arm as he said, "Your Majesty, this is the Grand Duke of Weissen's home."

Frederick had a residence in Hanma City, where the Rhine Alliance's joint army headquarters had been set up. After Rudolf came