"Public opinion, the lives of refugees, the Avengers' mission... Do you really think he cares about any of that?"
Amon spread his hands and questioned the regent in the Throne Room. Victor von Doom, clad in a green robe and sash, remained silent, as though he had not heard the Praetorian Guard. Only he and the Praetorian Guard remained in the Throne Room; none of the officials from the conference room had followed them. They had all accepted their assignments and returned to their offices. Only the bright lamps and the shadows around the throne heard the Praetorian Guard's words. Facing the empty throne, Amon believed the Emperor could appear there at any moment, especially when he had forbidden the Praetorian Guard from following him.
"If Latveria cannot achieve his goals, then Latveria is a failed product." Amon took another step forward without relenting. "Restore order before the Dark Order arrives and establish effective productivity and combat strength. He would not want you to be overly merciful, Regent."
"I have never been merciful. I doubt anyone in this world would think I possess that quality." Victor von Doom raised an eyebrow, looking as though he were suppressing a laugh. He could not understand why, after seeing his methods, Amon still considered him too gentle. "So many corrupt officials are in prison. They certainly would not say that, nor would those foreign media outlets that took money. Or has he stopped trusting even me now?"
Amon gripped the halberd in his hand tightly. "Of course not, Regent. My lord trusts you as he always has, but he needs efficiency. The entire organization needs efficiency as well." The Praetorian Guard lowered his head. "You agree with my lord's ideals, but what matters more is keeping the civilians alive. There is no time