"Calvin, take a squad to the royal palace at once and protect His Majesty. At the same time, you are to seek further instructions from His Majesty regarding the suppression."
"Yes, sir!"
Several officers around them answered in unison.
Marshal La Marmora's fists clenched with a crackling sound.
It seemed the Austrian Empire's tentacles had already reached into Turin. In truth, he had known that long ago.
But knowing was one thing; being able to flush them out was another. And there was an even more troublesome issue: whether His Majesty the King would believe it.
At this time, many people were double agents, their identities highly sensitive. There were also great nobles placing bets on both sides—this sort of thing had long been a tradition among them.
If he truly investigated everything indiscriminately, they might lose their own people before uncovering the truth. Spending every day in the company of this scum, Marshal La Marmora could not even bring out half of his abilities.
What worried him even more, however, was that the Austrians might seize this chance to launch an attack. Once the Austrians crossed the Ticino River, the Kingdom of Sardinia would have no hope of holding out.
Yet Marshal La Marmora did not actually need to worry about so much. The adjutant he had sent out soon returned with shocking news.
By the time he led men into the royal palace, the king and ministers had already vanished. They had even been mistaken for rebels midway through and exchanged fire with the royal guards.
Before long, even more fucked-up news came one after another: the garrisons outside the city claimed that without an order from His Majesty the Emperor, they could not leave their posts without authorization.
That bullshit was obviously just an excuse, yet Marshal