Nicholas I's face changed drastically. He grabbed Duke Lyubay by the collar.
"What the hell happened?!"
"A group of people attacked the train Princess Olga was riding a few days ago. Her Highness has now been sent to the nearest hospital."
"Only you and I knew Olga was coming back. Even her mother didn't know when she would return. Just how did you handle the secrecy?!
What the hell is going on?! You'd better explain this to me clearly!"
Nicholas I pulled out a pistol and pressed it to Duke Lyubay's forehead. The Tsar's pupils contracted, veins bulging across his face.
Duke Lyubay believed that if he did not explain himself immediately, Nicholas I would definitely pull the trigger.
Though he had some rapport with the two guards beside the Tsar, neither showed the slightest intention of stepping forward to stop him.
After all, Nicholas I was already on the verge of losing control. Even without a gun in hand, a hulking man standing two meters and six centimeters tall was not someone an ordinary person could restrain.
"Your Majesty, I merely followed your orders and notified the garrisons along the route. I have always been loyal to you—cough, cough—"
Nicholas I's huge hand closed around Duke Lyubay's throat, leaving him barely able to breathe.
To be fair, Duke Lyubay, standing one meter eighty and weighing eighty kilograms, was considered a tall man in this era. Yet at this moment, he looked small and helpless.
"You idiot!
Go arrest every person who knows about this right now!
Bring the traitor before me."
Nicholas I spoke in a lowered voice.
"Do not disappoint me again."
Duke Lyubay swallowed hard.
"Your Majesty, we found a damaged copy of the Quran at the scene."
Before Duke Lyubay could finish, a heavy slap struck