It was destined to be a night when many people found it hard to sleep.
Azshara, Lenburg Royal Palace, early morning.
King Conrad I stared at the telegram in his hand for a long time without speaking.
Vota Province had actually achieved such a great victory!
Under normal circumstances, Conrad I would have been delighted.
But today was different. The Southern Defense Line in southern Lenburg, on which he had placed such high hopes, had also been breached last night.
Of course, to Conrad I, the most important point was that Vota Province's military commander-in-chief had not been appointed by him, Conrad I.
If anyone made an issue of that, the Royal Family would find itself in a very passive position.
On one side was the Southern Defense Line promoted by the Royal Family, which had not held out for even twelve hours. On the other was Vota Province, which the Royal Family had barely managed, yet had achieved such a great victory!
Conrad I drew a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt a chill, as if a ferocious tiger were watching him. He was still in Azshara.
The Radicals who had received news of Vota Province's victory were all delighted. Some even suggested jointly requesting that the King appoint the leader of the Radicals, Audis Gall, as Minister of Defense and commander-in-chief of the military.
Only the two leaders, Celt and Enoch, could not be happy, because Bazel had also delivered their leader's latest instructions: use Vota Province's victory to contrast with the Southern Defense Line's crushing defeat, thereby attacking the Royal Family and the Conservatives.
They had no problem attacking the Conservatives, but they knew very well that attacking the King would humiliate him and severely damage his prestige.
Audis had guessed that the two Radical leaders would hesitate,