The Wakandan royal family gave the Emperor of Latveria a sufficiently good vantage point from which to watch the entire duel. Using that as an excuse, they had servants guide the Emperor of Latveria along another route, avoiding excessive interaction with the other Golden Tribe nobles. Compared with the treatment he had received at last night's banquet, this arrangement seemed rather petty, and it revealed their dissatisfaction with his decision to refuse meetings with any guests last night.
As a powerful telepath, the Emperor of Latveria had not merely observed everyone's movements in the royal palace last night in the literal sense; even their innermost thoughts could not escape his eyes. If Latveria's technicians had possessed the time and ability to crack Wakanda's communications firewall, then the Emperor would not have needed to go to such lengths to peer into people's minds.
He sank his mind into the ocean of collective subconsciousness formed by the thoughts of tens of thousands of Wakandans. From the spiritual mire of the Outer Dimensions, glowing with nauseatingly garish colors, he dredged up scattered words or merely some stupid thought abandoned halfway through. All of them could be plucked from the masses by the Emperor's gaze and examined for intervention preparations—using combat robots to carry out an assassination was an extremely foolish idea, but not an impossible one. The shooting performance of a Fortress-type Combat Robot was like that of a straight-firing mortar, making it the ideal tool for eliminating fixed targets. All it took was setting the target, silencing the Ram Explosive Rounds Gun with magic, and placing the combat robot at a window. Fortunately, perhaps because the sanctity of the succession duel prevented them from intervening by force, the combat robots had not been compelled to move last night and prevent a tragedy.