Kevin the Rebel

Everyone's expression changed at once when they heard the news, their faces filled with disbelief.

After all, Moses' ambition to seize the imperial throne had long been laid bare. In theory, William should have been on guard against him at every turn. Never mind allowing his youngest son to serve as an inspecting envoy—even having him come along as an ordinary attendant should have been out of the question.

Yet William had chosen to do the exact opposite. Even Lunebo could not help feeling puzzled by the reason behind it.

"His Majesty William is playing with fire!"

Marda looked toward John at the head of the table, her expression filled with anxiety. "Once Kevin enters Faoken under the so-called title of envoy, he'll definitely follow Moses' orders and nitpick at all of Faoken's existing equipment. If he submits a proposal to cancel or rectify our armaments on the grounds that they don't meet regulations, then all our future equipment production will be restricted. That would be almost equivalent to completely curbing Faoken's military development!"

As Marda pointed out the crux of the matter, the entire meeting room fell into silence. It was soon broken by a calm voice. "Give me his route and schedule. I can take care of him!"

Following the voice, everyone finally realized that the speaker was Samantha, who had not uttered a word since entering the meeting room. Her eyes were filled with icy killing intent. "Although I don't know what this so-called Duke Mosesiris is like, nor why His Majesty William deliberately appointed his youngest son as envoy, if he might threaten Faoken's future development, then eliminating him should solve the problem, shouldn't it?"

Samantha calmly looked at John at the head of the table. Her tone was even, but it held unprecedented determination.

She