Green guessed that Princess Mulesina was already calculating how much she could gain in one sweep if she purged all those disobedient nobles.
After all, some of those ducal, marquis, and count families had endured for over a thousand years. The wealth they had amassed was beyond calculation.
Green nodded slightly. Cyrabelle's answer was just what he had expected. She had always been this uncompromising. Suffering in silence and putting the greater good first simply weren't in her vocabulary.
"Good!" Green swept his gaze over the room. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Marshal, you called me here at a time like this because you don't consider me an outsider. You intend for us to face this together. So I'll speak plainly."
The atmosphere in the modest conference room tightened at once as Green spoke with such gravity.
Everyone had a feeling he was about to say something outrageous. Cyrabelle in particular held her breath as she watched him across the table, remembering the first time he had appeared before her.
Back then, Green had been a nobody. Step by step, he had risen to stand as an equal beside the Kingdom's three most powerful figures. Every word he said now could affect her future.
Fate really was strange sometimes.
If she had never met Green, her situation now would probably be even worse.
Green paused, then dropped a bombshell aimed straight at Prady XIV. "Your Majesty, this may be hard to hear, but you really aren't suited to being king..."
Everyone froze. No one had expected Green to turn on Prady XIV so suddenly.
Green paid no attention to their looks or expressions. "I don't need to explain why. You know better than anyone. When Grand Duke Mora was here, it wasn't a problem. Now that he's gone, Your Majesty, a