London
"Prime Minister, has the Empire's planned war against the Holy Roman Empire been approved by Parliament?"
"Prime Minister, why provoke this war? What can we gain from it?"
"Prime Minister, is the Empire prepared? What are our chances of victory?"
Having just woken up and still groggy, Prime Minister Campbell was mobbed by reporters the moment he stepped outside.
A deluge of questions came crashing down on him, with countless traps hidden among them. Drawing on his seasoned experience, Campbell knew these reporters were up to something again.
For these unscrupulous media outlets, all that mattered was having a major scoop to boost newspaper sales. Whether Great Britain and the Holy Roman Empire would actually come to blows was not important at all.
Long accustomed to the media's tricks, Prime Minister Campbell paused briefly, then waved a hand. "The government will hold a special press conference shortly to answer these questions.
"For now, I can only tell everyone that the government has no plans to launch a war against the Holy Roman Empire. But neither do we fear war.
"Please do not blindly believe the rumors circulating outside. Great Britain is a peace-loving nation, and we are willing to join all peace-loving countries around the world in safeguarding world peace."
After shaking off the reporters, Campbell's face immediately darkened. The reporters had arrived far too quickly; someone had clearly organized and orchestrated this from behind the scenes.
Had he not reacted swiftly and muddled through it in time, he might already have been surrounded on all sides.
Britain's system was already highly developed. Without Parliament's approval, the government simply had no authority to wage war against a great power.
When it came to protecting their own powers, the members of Parliament had never relaxed their guard. If even