Backlund, a luxurious private club.
"Earl Levin, you ought to persuade your noble friends to be a little more patient, rather than getting suspicious whenever Earl Hall makes a move and throwing themselves into disarray..."
Disguised, Charles held a glass of red wine as he watched the conservative noble before him, whose every gesture exuded arrogance.
"Emperor Roselle once said that only those who know how to wait for the right moment can accomplish anything."
"Patient? How do you expect me to be patient?!"
Earl Levin's expression darkened. "The situation now is completely different from what we agreed on!"
"Didn't you swear to me that the Hall Family was all show and no substance, and that as long as we joined forces to pressure them, they would collapse in no time?!"
"Why? Why are they still perfectly fine?!"
To be honest, it wasn't just the minor nobles who had jumped on the bandwagon. Even Earl Levin, one of the instigators of this encirclement campaign, had begun to panic.
The Hall Family's counterattack and financial reserves had proved far more robust than he had expected! He had led the charge this time. If the Hall Family recovered and began settling scores afterward, there was no way he could escape.
He had originally hoped that the Negan Family, the leaders of the Conservatives, would step in and help share the pressure. Yet Prime Minister Aguesid Negan had given no indication of his stance even now. That left Earl Levin as the biggest, most conspicuous target among all the attackers!
According to Charles's original account, the Hall Family was a dilapidated house on the verge of collapse. One light kick from them would bring it down. Who could have imagined that the kick would fail to topple the house and leave their own