These past few days.
Whether it was Lynn or Leon of the Demon Race,
Yuffie of the Blood Race, or Louis the vampire,
they had all been utterly speechless.
Even Lilim, the mascot of Lynn's household, had come to the same conclusion.
In different places and at different times, they had said roughly the same thing: "A rabble who only know how to shirk responsibility!"
Though Leon and Louis had been soundly beaten by the Olesians in the north, they hadn't shirked responsibility.
On the contrary, they had taken out a large sum of money to compensate the families and calm people's anger.
And they had sought outside support.
Yes, Louis might have been the one who started the rebellion, but he hadn't blamed anyone else for the military defeat. He had taken responsibility himself.
He only shifted blame over minor matters.
He accepted primary responsibility for the defeat, but as for the smaller issues, those weren't his fault. They belonged to the frontline commanders. Why couldn't they have managed the retreat themselves, like the Skyhawk People King?
Leon, meanwhile, said the enemy was strong. As for whether his own side was incompetent, he avoided the subject.
In the neighboring Pegasus Kingdom, nobody dared to take responsibility. They all shifted the blame, and nobody could calm anyone down. All they did was argue.
The families causing trouble couldn't even unite. They were like a swarm of headless flies.
Each faction was embroiled in infighting, jockeying for power.
Their bickering had even left Edward Bismarck, the diplomat under Lynn, wondering whom he should approach for talks.
Meanwhile, Lucia, right at the front line, had submitted a proposal to stir up trouble among the enemy forces.
The idea was for the Wovonite garrison to collect the useless flintlock muskets and cannons from