Charlotte stared at this peerless god of war who had risen to prominence on the battlefield only days ago, his heart tense.
But he was confident that even if Georgiadi Hadrian were ten times stronger, at most he could ensure his own survival against the combined forces of dozens of Saint Ranks. He could never guarantee Emperor Yannis Hadrian's life.
If this Count tried to seize Yannis Hadrian, he would order the Emperor killed, saddling the other man with the title of king slayer and stripping him of the "righteous cause" in this war.
Even so, Charlotte remained extremely nervous. He truly feared such powerful people.
At his core, Charlotte was merely an ordinary transmigrator. In this life, he was only a civil official, not a fearless warrior.
He knew he was doing nothing wrong, but that did not prevent the unease in his heart.
Just as Georgiadi Hadrian was about to descend a little farther, Charlotte shouted, "My apologies, Count! Please rise a little higher. You may not approach His Imperial Majesty any further."
"Otherwise, I'll have them attack."
Georgiadi Hadrian glanced at the more than thirty Saint Ranks standing ready for battle, among whom were Black Phoenix people he recognized. He took a deep breath and slowly rose, moving away from Emperor Yannis Hadrian. After returning to the dozens of Saint Ranks he had brought with him, he reached out and grabbed a Knight's Lance.
Then, before everyone's eyes, he let out a roar and hurled it with all his strength.
Charlotte was stunned. For a moment, he did not even know what order to give.
The Saint Ranks on his side reacted quickly enough. Some hurled Knight's Lances of their own, intending to stop Georgiadi Hadrian's throw. But others realized that if they acted, would they not