Actually, over the past little while, King Vellent had taken so many hits to his pride that it felt swollen black and blue. After thinking things over carefully, he decided the most suspicious incident really was the terrorist attack on the Feilin Laboratory six months ago.
In that incident, the "Red King" had tried to assassinate me—ah, no. Anyway, a "Red King" who had appeared from who knew where had cut off his own hand, then caused massive casualties and damage inside the laboratory. It had certainly looked like a heinous terrorist attack—so heinous that he had no way to object and could only watch as the Privy Council ordered a sweeping crackdown on the organization.
In short, the incident had become such a huge affair, yet King Vellent had only just realized that he was the clown. And worse than being the clown himself was the fact that he was the only one who knew it.
But after getting over his grief, he suddenly realized that perhaps the heinous terrorist attack had merely been a cover. Maybe the other party's real goal had been to steal data from the Feilin Laboratory.
Unfortunately, there was no way to investigate. At least, so far, none of the new products released by the various nations and major corporations had turned out to be knockoffs of the Feilin Laboratory's work.
So when the Alliance unveiled a colossus weapon almost identical to the Empire's, King Vellent's first reaction was that they had found the culprit!
Those Alliance pigs! Only you could be so shameless, so underhanded!
But he quickly realized that he hadn't actually hidden much information in the Feilin Laboratory's database. There was only an outline of the "Song of the Gods' Requiem" project, and a brief explanation of the doomsday weapon. Even