Silence filled the office. Marquis Dirac Siso pondered the prince's words, while Chris waited patiently.
"Your Highness, could you tell me what your objective is? And is your wish to attack Minisia based on something you know that I don't?
"Otherwise, if a small nation attacks a great power, even if we win at first, our Standing Army Corps will be exhausted by the prolonged war that follows. We won't even be able to defend our homeland."
Dirac cautiously and discreetly tried to dissuade Prince Chris from his war plans. He hoped the prince's thinking was not driven by a moment of passion or a simple taste for military adventure.
After all, although Bagnia's national strength was growing by the day, it still lagged behind an established power like Minisia in sheer size.
"I imagine that before you came to see me, you must have wondered why I sent troops to attack Tavitsky."
As Chris spoke, Dirac watched him walk over to the large map and point at the Minisian city circled in red.
"There's a body here... Albert III's body. The troops I sent to attack Tavitsky have confirmed its identity."
Marquis Dirac's eyes widened abruptly. He hurried to the map, stared at the red circle, and carefully recalled what he knew.
Wait, wasn't this where the old king had been? If someone was going to die, shouldn't it have been the old king?
How had it become the place where Minisia's king, Albert III, died?
Had something been mixed up?
Dirac turned to look at Prince Chris. The question on the tip of his tongue stopped there, and he swallowed it back down.
There was no need to ask. Knowing too much was bad for his health. Albert III was dead, and that was that. If the old