"Remember! We, the Blade of Freedom, will storm the New Royal Capital and kill every noble and rich person there—and all of you!"
The roar and the surrounding uproar carried through the window into the Minister of War's office.
"Too crude..."
Standing by the window, the Minister of War shook his head. The judgment he had once passed on Free City now applied to what the people outside were doing.
Even a fool could tell the man was pretending to belong to the Blade of Freedom. This wasn't an attempt to smear Free City. It was a warning to nobles like them not to side with it...
At that thought, the Minister of War felt a little relieved. It seemed he wasn't the only one on Free City's side.
The Knights' Order had already arrived and arrested the fake member of the Blade of Freedom outside. Next would come the execution... No doubt he was either ready to die, or they would put a scapegoat in his place.
Knock, knock, knock—
The Minister of War stepped away from the window. "Come in."
A trusted aide pushed open the door, looking flustered. "My lord, they've caught a member of the Blade of Freedom... Should we intervene?"
The Minister of War looked at him and spat out two words. "You fool."
His aide looked baffled, but the Minister of War had no intention of explaining. "Prepare the carriage. I'm going to see the Council Chairman."
"Yes, my lord."
At this hour, the Council Chairman should be at the Council. On the way, they passed through the Square, where a group of Blade of Freedom members were being executed.
The Minister of War had no idea whether they were genuine members or impostors. He could only stand by and watch. But the man