Karl Philip, Otto I's adjutant, had guessed correctly. The direction of the royal palace had long been blanketed in a net cast from heaven to earth, waiting for Otto I to walk into it himself. At this very moment, the true mastermind was even chatting and laughing with Otto I's queen.
"I'm curious—if my husband dies, what do you intend to use to face the wrath of the House of Wittelsbach?"
"The wrath of the House of Wittelsbach? When you were persecuting the Greek people, did you ever spare a thought for our wrath?"
Queen Amalia's face flushed bright red.
"When have we ever persecuted the Greeks? My husband has always governed diligently and cared for the people. I even built orphanages for you, as well as the most beautiful garden in the entire Balkans."
"Then why aren't you outsiders the ones dying? And why aren't you the ones paying taxes?"
"But this is the Kingdom of Greece, and the land reclaimed is Greek land."
"So you know this is our land. We are the masters here!"
"But you invited us here."
"Did we invite you here to do whatever you pleased?"
"We did not do whatever we pleased. For this country, we even staked our own property."
"That just means you're idiots!"
"But you still haven't answered my question."
"There are plenty of idiots in this world who want to be king. At worst, we'll simply replace him with another!"
In truth, he had not told the whole story. Without promises from the great powers, they would never have dared to do this.
Not even in the name of the people and democracy.
The chaotic fighting in the city continued. Karl Philip, Otto I's adjutant, taking his men and fleeing toward the harbor had completely caught the rebels off