"So the eldest wants more troops, and the second son has proposed a way to solve the financial problem by becoming Finance Minister."
Charles wasn't in the least bit concerned. He explained it casually.
"Father, what do you mean by letting Taylor take more troops? Louis already has plenty of money. Do you know how many private soldiers he's raised with it?" Yuffie was truly frantic. Her tone remained icy, but it carried intense emotion.
Charles had been leisurely wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, but after his daughter shouted at him, he looked aggrieved. "What's wrong with that?"
Yuffie knew the Empire was already in a bad state. The succession issue was serious, and yet her father was helping both sides.
She tried to explain the danger. "Father, your health isn't very good anymore, is it? And you're still letting them..."
Before she could finish, he interrupted her.
"Your eldest brother is first in the line of succession." Charles slapped the table. "The Knights stationed near Holy Sword Mountain are all under your eldest brother's command."
"You don't need to worry. Your second brother has money. If I put him in charge, he'll naturally try to fill the deficit to prove himself. Don't ask any more questions."
"There's nowhere in the Empire the Royal Knights don't know about."
Faced with the authority of her own bloodline, Yuffie could only nod. "Understood."
She'd thought her old father had truly lost his mind, but now that she'd heard him out, it seemed he had a plan after all.
There were still a whole lot of things she could argue against.
For example, was it really a good idea to let her eldest brother, second brother, and herself compete?
It would only drain the Empire's strength.
And the North