General James watched Setna turn and leave without trying to stop her this time. He could tell Cyrabelle was truly angry. Until she had vented her rage, no one would be able to talk her out of it.
After Setna left, General James still said, "My lady, I'm afraid no one will believe the Revolutionary Army was behind this. Ever since His Highness the Grand Duke returned to the Main World, the situation in the Royal Capital has been treacherous. There are things everyone knows but no one says aloud. Those people secretly support the Revolutionary Army. Why would the Revolutionary Army's Assassination Unit kill them?"
Cyrabelle gave a cold laugh. "So what? If I say the Revolutionary Army did it, then they did it. Handle this for me. Once Setna makes her move, start scattering leaflets across the city. Write them as if they came from the Revolutionary Army. The more brazen and terrifying, the better. Spread panic. Then I'll send in the troops, impose martial law across the city, and hunt down the Revolutionary Army's Assassination Unit."
General James saw that his advice had not only failed, but had made Cyrabelle go even further. He could only feel helpless. He also realized she had another aim. Today's sweeping operation was merely an excuse; she had probably wanted to purge the Royal Capital of those traitors for some time.
Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace.
The Little King had just seen Cyrabelle and Green off and returned to the Inner Palace.
He lounged on his bed, taking huge bites from an apple. A dark look filled his eyes, as if he were taking out his frustration on it. The enormous dragon head that had suddenly appeared in the audience hall had terrified him.
Marquis Belon came in from outside and