Lamont hated hearing such incessant prattle from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately, the man before him was Denmark's only legitimate monarch at the moment.
"Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible. The people of the Two Principalities have also sent you a telegram."
This one was rather radical, raising a great many demands. Yet the moment Lamont handed the telegram to Frederick VII, the latter tore it to pieces.
"What gives them the right to make demands of me? Jacob Biyuen caused this mess—let him solve it himself!"
"But, Your Majesty—"
Lamont wanted to say more, but Frederick VII smashed his cup onto the floor.
"Get out!"
Lamont could only leave awkwardly. He was deeply helpless as well; after all, the longer this matter dragged on, the more troublesome it would become.
Denmark's German faction mainly consisted of bankers, factory owners, import merchants, shipping workers, nobles and scholars from the Two Principalities, as well as a portion of the newly risen elite.
The native faction, meanwhile, consisted of landowners, bureaucrats, and local nobles and scholars.
In truth, Denmark had been suffering an unprecedented cultural invasion in recent years. Along with the massive influx of goods from the German Confederation came a flood of culture and customs.
The Kingdom of Denmark itself possessed an exceedingly glorious history and culture, but it could not withstand its neighbor's sheer abundance—plentiful, affordable, and all-encompassing.
Moreover, Denmark itself was in a weak position at the time, while the German Confederation was riding high on momentum. In particular, the Austrian Empire's influence was steadily expanding with each successive victory.
More frightening still, doing business with the German Confederation truly could make money—and save money as well.
The Denmark of the past could be summed up in one phrase: though a sparrow