All of You, Go!

The emperor of Graycastle's words fell, and the minister of justice fell silent.

Indeed!

Did they have a choice?

If they wanted to learn more advanced technology, they would have to send people there.

Some of those people would inevitably choose to remain in Rost Territory, join the Rost Group, and join the Technology God Church. But so what?

Should they refuse to send anyone, let people from other nations go there to study, and then watch themselves become obsolete?

As things stood, Rost Academy's willingness to accept their students without any conditions was already an extremely generous offer.

To be honest, even if Viscount Rost made outrageous demands, wouldn't they have no choice but to agree?

The emperor of Graycastle's words were harsh, but so what? That was reality.

Even their own children might not actually return after attending the academy.

The gap between the two sides was growing wider and wider.

"We could send a group of operatives trained to die for us to study there."

The Graycastle Empire's grand marshal of the army shook his head. "I have a large number of intelligence agents who are absolutely loyal to us..."

Before he could finish, the minister of finance spoke up. "No, no, no. We could slip one or two intelligence agents in among the students, but we can't send large numbers of them."

In his view, people who could be brainwashed into sacrificing their lives would probably struggle to master such advanced technology.

Besides, the risks were considerable.

Rost Academy would be bringing together large numbers of mages and clerics. Who knew what abilities those people possessed?

If their scheme were exposed, it would do neither side any good.

They would be the ones left under pressure.

The grand marshal wanted to say more, but the emperor