Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales' embarrassment seemed contagious.

At least for a while, the air in Ballard's room froze.

Just in time for the king's eyes to rest on him.

"So that's all there is to it."

Fortunately, King Kessel still looked away, and spoke again:

"Sodo?"

The air moved again.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, avoiding other people's eyes.

Thank goodness they didn't press on.

Maybe, he shouldn't have said so much about the slick guy?

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Military advisor, Thord Red bowed to answer:

"Everything we need to know about the Northland military situation is here."

In the dim room, the imperial meeting resumed its normal working atmosphere:

Prime Minister Cullen shook his head thoughtfully, military advisor Sodor looked stern, and Viscount Connie, who was in charge of commerce, and Chief Financial Officer Joke Mann whispered something.

Lord Clapham, Minister of Agriculture and Shepherds, continued to wander with blank eyes. Archdeacon Styrianides listened intently without saying a word.

Thales maintained the gentle smile and elegant sitting posture of the Duke of Star Lake, low-key and decent.

Only the figure of the king remains unmoved, and the security is better than a certain unextinguishable lamp behind him.

"Gilbert?"

The Iron Fist King's eyes flickered faintly, and he glanced at the map and chess pieces on the table.

The former foreign minister had expected it, and raised his glasses calmly:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gilbert reopened his notebook:

"Thanks to the generous cooperation of my colleagues in the Secret Division, and thanks to Master Suoduo and the Military Affairs Department for sharing the battle report,

After knowing all the details, the Department of Foreign Affairs has a new judgment on the post-war situation. "

He cleared his throat:

"The general conclusion is: Although the scene wins, but..."

The star cunning fox's eyes flashed brightly:

"Exter was no winner."

Taylor's eyes moved.

"First of all, without the consumption and containment of the other two cities, it would not be so easy for Longxiao City to win Fort Liberty."

Gilbert pointed to the black and white chess pieces on the long table:

"But now, fame and fortune, city and land, all good things are taken by the Palace of Heroes."

"On the contrary, Qiyuan City and Jieshou City were defeated and ridiculed."

The participants looked stunned and understood.

"And don't forget the 'Peace Order' issued by the Grand Duchess," Suo Duo added coldly:

"As well as her generous 'forgiveness' to prisoners of war, in contrast to Ronnie and Lecco's family, which suffered heavy losses and nothing to gain..."

Thinking of the resolute Grand Duke Ronnie and the old and tough Grand Duke Lecco, Thales felt uneasy.

"There are also poor people."

Gilbert nodded, took a pen and added something to the note:

"Lady Blazing Blood received help from the suffering people of Liberty Castle in this battle, and even opened eyes for them after the war in return—don't forget, as a native of the Northland, Qiyuan City has long been concerned about the suffering in the territory. Ethnic groups exercise coercion."

Gilbert looked up.

"Everyone, based on the above, we have reason to believe," Xingchen's cunning fox narrowed his eyes behind the frame:

"After this battle, whether it's interests or ideas, fame or position, Dragon Clouds City will inevitably drift away from - led by Qiyuan City - the Dragon Blood Party."

Hearing the unfamiliar name, the king's eyebrows moved:

"Dragon Blood Party?"

Thales had a stalk in his heart.

dragon blood.

It's definitely not his favorite phrase.

Facing the doubts of his colleagues present, Gilbert nodded.

"In the past two months, King Chaman has cleared the Black Sand Territory, eradicating dissidents without mercy."

"Corresponding to this, the opponents in the Heisha Territory shouted slogans in order to become famous: Don't forget the blood of the dragon, and feel the kindness of the ancestors."

The blood of the giant dragon, the former king Ende.

Thales recalled the voice and smile of the King Born, and felt complicated for a while.

"They said that as long as you stand up against King Charman, you are a true Northlander, a member of the dragon's blood who cherishes brotherhood."

Gilbert said:

"So there is no need to mention Dragon Clouds City. The Qiyuan City and Jieshou City with clear banners are also included. They are called the Dragon Blood Party by the people of Ext, which is opposite to the 'Black Sand Party' that supports King Charman."

The king snorted softly, not knowing his emotions.

The Dragon Blood Party, against the king, misses the former king, cherishes brotherhood...

Thales sighed inwardly.

The person who came up with this slogan and appellation...

Viscount Coney, who has traveled around the world and has a wide range of knowledge, expressed the prince's thoughts at the right time:

"Ha, the hint here is really vicious."

"Rumours and titles are powerful, and it is important to know that people can make money," Prime Minister Cullen sighed and said with a tusk:

"But why do I always feel that this is the work of the Kingdom's Secret Division?"

He looked at the scar-faced man.

The envoy of the secret department saluted respectfully:

"Master Prime Minister, you overestimate us. The public opinion in the Northland is raging. How can a mere secret department be able to control it?"

But he immediately smiled slightly, the scar on his face twisted:

"But it's true that when the voices are getting louder, I can't say that our people have not played a corresponding role."

Duke Cullen showed a strange expression.

All right.

Looking at the people in the secret department, Thales raised his eyebrows:

Charmain Rumba probably had nothing to do with a good name in his life.

"So, Dragon Clouds City is no longer popular with the Dragon's Blood Party—how strange it sounds—meaning that the Walton family will join the Rumba side?"

Viscount Coney returned to the topic, wondering:

"Even if their hatred is as deep as the sea?"

Gilbert shook his head:

"Not really."

"After careful analysis, the Department of Foreign Affairs believes that Longxiao City is likely to escape from the struggle against the king. ,keep neutral."

Military advisor Sodor snorted softly:

"Then they are not happy at both ends, and they are not human inside and out."

Gilbert nodded first and then shook his head:

"But I'm also staying out of the storm, watching from the sidelines."

"With the size and status of Dragon Clouds City, coupled with the natural contempt that the Grand Dukes have for female rulers, the Palace of Heroic Spirits might be able to profit from it."

"Our northern neighbor will no longer be playing against the black sand party and the dragon's blood party in the past six years."

After listening to the teacher's analysis, Thales felt relieved.

Even though all the princes in Dragon Clouds City disliked King Charman, Selma and Earl Lisban witnessed the night of dragon blood with their own eyes, and their hatred was hard to resolve.

But fortunately, the Heroic Spirit Palace did not become demented and impulsive.

They chose the path that was best for them.

Viscount Connie thought about it and said:

"That is to say, after this battle, the chaos in Exter has become even worse? In the face of any issue, there must be at least a three-party tug-of-war?"

"At present, it is indeed the case." Gilbert said.

"Very good," Joke Man's eyes lit up:

"A triangular chair is always more stable than a two-wheeled vehicle."

Lord Clapham, who had been wandering in ecstasy, came back to his senses and let out a breath:

"Finally, the damn Northlanders have today."

The atmosphere of the imperial meeting was much better, and the ministers were excited.

But the king remained motionless.

Until Gilbert shook his head, pouring cold water on everyone's emotions:

"But we can't be too optimistic."

"Worse chaos means intensified conflicts and intensified struggles."

There was wariness in the eyes of the former foreign secretary:

"It means one step closer to the ending."

Prime Minister Cullen thought deeply:

"ending?"

Gilbert nodded:

"Two hundred years ago, Exeter ushered in the 'mourning disaster': Tan En rebelled, and Wayland changed hands, and thus entered the cruel 'Century of Doom'."

"In that century, our stars competed with the giant dragon, from 'Northern Conqueror' Alicia to 'Sailor' John, four generations of kings, no weaker than our neighbors."

Listening to the glorious history of the stars, all the ministers were in awe.

"In contrast, the kingdom of dragons is becoming more and more divided and declining: five princes duel at the king election meeting, and the situation is tragic, with four dead and one disabled."

"The darkness and chaos are worse than today."

Thinking of the old sword that King Charman never left, Thales clenched his fists.

But when Gilbert's words changed, he was filled with fear:

"But it was the chaos and disorder that reached its apex that finally prompted the crowning of 'Broken Steel' and Long Xiao's position."

"Start the throne monopoly of the three generations of the Walton family."

"The princes of the ten lands will become one again."

"Bring the Kingdom of Dragons back to its peak and dominate the Western Continent."

No one spoke at the long table.

The shadow of the bloody year hangs over everyone's heart.

Gilbert speaks earnestly:

"History proves that Exeter is not Commus, let alone Thornland, and they will not be divided forever."

"And a friend told me: Never underestimate the courage of the Northlanders."

At that moment, Thales seemed to return to Dragon Clouds City, and all kinds of people from the Northland flashed in front of his eyes:

King Nun, Dead Face, Officer Michael, Caslan, Charmain Rumba, Viscount Cambida, Flaming Knight, Longhaired Ronnie, Jarhead, Scarlet Witch, Veteran Grievous, Tailor Kex , Deathcrow, Ian the idiot...

But something suddenly occurred to him.

Little slippery head, and fast rope.

They are also from the north.

"Well said," military advisor Thordo Reid raised his voice, sweeping across the ministers who were still celebrating the decline of Exeter:

"And we have no time to waste."

His tone was sonorous and could not be refuted.

Thales noticed that the chief financial officer, Joke Mann, raised the corners of his mouth disapprovingly.

But right now.

"Gilbert."

King Kessel's voice suddenly sounded, quite decisively:

"You will be reinstated immediately, and the Department of Foreign Affairs will be yours—even though it was originally."

The king's eyes swept over everyone:

"I guess, whether it's Exter or Xingchen, no one will raise any objections this time, right?"

All the ministers in the imperial meeting lowered their eyes, but no one spoke.

"The king's order must be obeyed." Prime Minister Cullen replied gently.

This sentence seemed to be a signal. The former foreign minister—to be exact, the current foreign minister, Honorary Earl Gilbert Cassel was silent for a while, then nodded respectfully:

"Do your best."

Thales quietly savored the undercurrent in this question and answer.

The king nodded and turned to the other man:

"So Duo, I heard you have something to say?"

The military advisor gave a salute:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Thales leaned back in his chair.

After learning about the results of the Northwest War, his mood improved a lot, and even the pressure that enveloped his body when he entered the palace was quietly relieved.

Now, all he has to do is to sit in on the meeting quietly and face the price of last night.

He knows his role.

Soduo opened the document at hand, cleared his throat:

"Although the development of the war situation is somewhat unexpected, in the past few months, the conclusions of the Department of Military Affairs have basically remained unchanged."

"This small battle between Exeter and the Liberty League is far-reaching."

The "big soldier" stretched out his palm and signaled on the map:

"City walls, horse refusal, fortifications, trebuchets, eternal oil, military crossbows, magic guns, military crows and falcons, including the refined crystal weapons specially equipped for elite troops, all of these things have played an irreplaceable role. Even before."

Su Duo paused for a moment, with a serious expression:

"War, lords, war."

"War in this era is no longer the same."

The treasurer sitting opposite him, Joke Man, waved his hands unabashedly, with a look of impatience:

"here we go again."

Su Duo's expression tightened.

But he still held back his displeasure and said patiently:

"War is becoming more and more logistically demanding and dependent."

The military adviser reached out to indicate the places where several major battles took place on the map.

"The battle examples from the front tell us that the frontal combat power of the northerners is still unparalleled in the world, but..."

Su Duo's tone became urgent:

"Whether it's a strong physique, superb skills or fanatical fighting spirit, these past prides can't make up for the rumbling stomach and broken armor."

His words made many ministers frown.

"And their evil example proves that the supplies obtained by burning, killing and looting in the local area are not only not enough to consume on the battlefield, but also cause unexpected resistance and hostility, leading to lax discipline and demoralization."

So Duo nodded in the direction of the king:

"That's why the Liberty Alliance is only a small place, but it can rely on the favorable location and harmony to drag the three great cities of Exeter to exhaustion."

"That taught us a lot."

After he finished speaking, he scanned his surroundings, but there was an unexpected silence.

Several ministers exchanged something while looking at each other, which made Thales puzzled for a while.

This is the first time he has come to the imperial meeting, and he doesn't understand the rules inside.

Finally, as the prime minister of the kingdom with the highest status, Duke Cullen coughed lightly, and took the words that no one would answer:

"For example?"

So Duo withdrew his dissatisfied gaze:

"We can't repeat the mistakes of the Northlanders. We must pay attention to the maintenance of supplies and the guarantee of transportation efficiency."

"It starts with the royal standing army."

There was another silence.

Even King Kessel said nothing.

As if it was a bad topic.

"Master Sodor, our logistical supply to the royal standing army has always been our top priority," Lord Clapham, who had been distracted for most of the meeting, suddenly woke up, and hastily separated the relationship:

"Especially during wartime, as the setting sun testifies, at least there has never been a shortage of food and grass..."

Soto interrupted him:

"I don't mean to accuse you, Lord Clapham."

But the next moment, the military adviser's eyes turned to Thales.

"In the past few months, the royal standing army and the lords of the Western Wilderness have worked together to rescue His Royal Highness Thales, going thousands of miles into the desert."

Duke Xinghu couldn't help but startled.

"It was a valuable attempt. Following the desert war, we once again tested the ability to establish a unified supply line in different places, expanding the limits of expedition logistics."

"The specific report has been submitted to you before the meeting."

Some ministers began to look through the documents on the table, while others took it easy, as if they had expected it.

But Sodor's volume then rose, resounding through the Ballard room:

"Facts have proved that the independent logistics capability of the standing army is quite excellent: the shortest route specially established by the Military Affairs Department, the protection rules for the rear defense line, and the sweeping back and forth in the desert have effectively guaranteed the smooth flow of the supply line, and can even support the army. Free League Frontier."

He changed his tone:

"But in contrast to this: the logistics organized by the local lords of the Western Wilderness! Procrastination, inefficiency and chaos! From Enci Town to the front line of the desert, there are not many people who are greedy for ink on the way, and the transportation figures are still a mystery. "

"As a result, some unscrupulous merchants smuggled the military eternal oil from the Saber Camp into the hands of the desert orcs until they were intercepted by the standing army!"

Smuggling eternal oil...

Thales swallowed, took the document Gilbert handed him to read together, and greeted him with a smile.

Thord Red turned over one of the pages of the document in his hand, his expression was ugly:

"Baron Williams even reported a nasty incident—his vanguard officer handled the capture according to the regulations after a certain chase battle against the orcs, but was unreasonably obstructed and illegally embezzled by the local conscripts of the West Wilderness!"

"The other party has no respect for the majesty of the royal family, and almost hit the friendly army!"

Hearing the familiar story, Thales rubbed his nose.

"Yeah, the Wing of Legend's report also said..."

Master Joke Man's casual words sounded with the sound of turning pages:

"With a heart of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, he endured the humiliation afterwards and took the overall situation into consideration. He had no choice but to fire a selfless and upright vanguard officer under him in order to calm things down and save the face of the princes of the Western Wilderness..."

Having said that, the treasurer's face changed, and he slammed the document down:

"Do you believe that idiot's nonsense?"

Thales raised his eyebrows.

Well, this is the evaluation that one of the three handsome stars received at the imperial meeting.

"Well, judging from the wording..."

Gilbert coughed in a timely manner, covering up the sudden swearing of Master Mann:

"I believe Williams must have a new clerk."

The foreign minister's ridicule was just right, which eased the atmosphere, and the princes in the imperial meeting burst into low laughter.

"Master Suo Duo, I understand what you mean."

Lord Clapham, Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry—Thales somewhat understood his position in the imperial council—replied with a smile:

"What I want to say is that in terms of logistics, since the beginning of the desert war, we have always had good cooperation with different business groups and guilds, from food and cloth to livestock iron. If necessary, I will be happy to introduce them to Military affairs department..."

Sodo interrupted him again:

"No."

The military advisor said coldly:

"In a war involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, the war logistics is sophisticated and complex, as well as large-scale and long-term."

"No lord, town, castle, or business group is qualified to undertake such an important task."

"Not even the Military Affairs Division."

Lord Clapham's smile froze.

Sodo's eyes sharpened:

"Unless it is under the order of the king, it will be dispatched in a unified manner and the whole country will follow suit."

"And the practice of recruiting soldiers under different lords to prepare their own food and logistics and collect supplies on the spot has long been outdated."

As soon as this remark came out, all the emperors in front of the imperial court fell silent.

The military advisor's eyes were like sharp knives, and he swept across the people at the long table:

"No matter how different the sources of the ingredients that make up the army are, and how many lords have the right to lead troops, we all need a more unified, efficient and convenient logistics organization."

"Only in a war that will last for several years in the future can we provide sufficient and sufficient supplies for the frontline continuously."

The ministers present have different expressions, thinking deeply about the things behind this sentence.

King Kessel's face is still hidden in the backlit darkness, only shadows remain.

Until Prime Minister Cullen exhaled and spoke earnestly:

"Lord Sodo, you are talking about logistics."

"But it's not just about logistics, is it?"

Su Duo looked at the prime minister with indifferent eyes.

The Ballard room fell silent again.

"Come on, soldier, we all know what you're up to."

The chief financial officer, Qiu Ke, snorted coldly, and made no secret of his displeasure:

"What else? Let's say it together."

Thales noticed that Gilbert began to wipe his hand-held glasses—a sign that he was worried and looking for opportunities to think.

Suo Duo took a deep look at Qiu Ke.

"This is not the only lesson that the Northlanders taught us."

Under the scrutiny of the entire imperial meeting, the military adviser was even stronger, and he didn't see the senility at his age:

"Take the battle of the Liberty League as an example, lure the enemy, harass, occupy, hide, divide, surround, behead, spy and intelligence... The cycle of the war is lengthened, the scope is expanded, the tactics are complicated, and the influence is multifaceted. It is no longer just a few A key battle can be summed up."

Soduo stared at the chess pieces on the long table:

"We have all seen that Exeter has unrivaled numbers and positive advantages, but because of this, the army is inconvenient to move and the organization is bloated."

"In the face of 'Ivan the Surprise' and the small number of elites he moved in nimbly, they seemed to be in a hurry when they were fighting in different places, and they were at a loss."

"Not only that, Kierkegaard is only the commander-in-chief in name. The three armies of the Northlanders are not under each other. At most, they cooperate with each other. The transmission of orders is time-consuming and inefficient. It is difficult for multiple commanders to work together, which eventually leads to bitter results."

His voice changed, and he was heartbroken:

"However, such ills also exist within us."

So Duo slapped the long table with his palm:

"From what I saw during my trip to the West Wilderness, the royal standing army and the Western Wilderness conscripts went out together, but they belonged to different command systems. The former is obviously a professional elite in hundreds of battles, but he is often constrained by the conscripts who go with him. The lord's subordinates don't obey orders, have poor coordination, loose discipline, and low combat power."

"The back-and-forth wrangling among the princes of the Western Wilderness has seriously affected the entire battle situation."

When it comes to rising, the military advisor gradually ignores the official language that has been cultivated in the Fuxing Palace all the year round, and pops up the slang used by the fighting army when they were young:

"The two troops at the same level can't go together just because there is a gap between their respective commanders. They are commanded by multiple leaders, which hinders the opportunity for combat. Baron Williams' military report specifically mentioned this fucking point."

"If it weren't for the negligence and misconduct of these local lords and their conscripts, how could His Royal Highness Thales' road to return to the country be full of thorns, and how could the Saber Camp suffer such disasters?"

Thales immediately felt that many eyes were on him.

Knowing more or less the truth of the Xihuang incident, he felt pressured.

But the figure at the end of the long table still didn't move.

Facing Suoduo's questioning words, all the ministers were also silent.

The only envoy of the secret department standing by, the scar-faced man turned into a sculpture, remained motionless.

Duke Cullen spoke slowly, looking quite accustomed to the job of continuing the silence in the imperial meeting:

"so?"

Su Duo took a deep breath:

"During the Bloody Year, the Star Legion has already proved it. Today, Exeter and the Freedom Alliance reiterated this point again."

"The key to contemporary warfare is no longer quantity and intensity, but quality and efficiency."

He clenches his fists and shakes his arms:

"To this end, we need a unified chain of command, reliable logistics and transportation, and more soldiers who are proficient in military affairs, including strict organization from top to bottom, efficient communication of military information, and of course the spirit and awareness of selfless dedication."

Soduo made an impassioned speech, ignoring the increasingly ugly eyes of his colleagues:

"And we can't expect the conscripts of the vast lords to do this—whether they are His Majesty's direct vassals, or remote princes."

"The only thing that can be relied on is the royal standing army that takes war as its profession!"

Prime Minister Cullen raised his voice and spoke in a dignified tone, contrary to his usual slowness:

"Lord Sodo, what exactly do you want to say?"

The military advisor thumped the table and said loudly:

"My lords, times have changed."

"For the future, we need more officers in active service and more professional soldiers to undertake more stringent requirements and more important tasks throughout the country, just in case!"

"The expansion of the royal standing army must be put on the agenda."

Suo Duo's voice fell, and another silence came.

In the stiff atmosphere, Thales moved his equally stiff back.

He saw Gilbert gently close his eyes.

"Extension..."

Duke Cullen sighed:

"How many times is this?"

"The third time," Joke Man quickly took over the conversation without blinking his eyelids, obviously quite proficient:

"Not counting the four times that were rejected."

He immediately met the glare of the military adviser.

On the other side, Gilbert tried to ease the atmosphere:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness are not armed enough. This issue really needs to be taken seriously. But if it rises to the entire kingdom too quickly, it will be a big deal..."

"It's not just Westland." So Duo quickly interrupted him:

"Even in the whole country, even after the previous expansions, the proportion of the royal standing army to our total army is still insufficient. Our actual combat power depends heavily on the cooperation and quality of the conscripts."

The posture of the military adviser cannot be refuted:

"Separation of logistics, multiple command lines, communication barriers, varying levels of training...it created too many problems."

"Excuse me for interrupting..."

Chief Financial Officer Joke Mann coughed heavily:

"Soldier, have you read last year's financial statement?"

Being called a nickname, the military advisor frowned.

"Do you know how much the royal standing army you are proud of spends the budget of the Treasury Department every year!"

I saw the Chief Financial Officer looking at Su Duo with a gloomy expression:

"Take the three major guards of the standing army as an example. Fury, Xinghui, and Stardust, although they are named guards, do you know how many of these three have exceeded their numbers, and how much their maintenance costs have exceeded?"

"That's not counting those who are not in the establishment! Do you know that the money spent on them is placed in the general conscripts, which is enough to call another thirty brigades and form ten legions!"

Joke Man looked disgusted, obviously Suoduo had been suffering for a long time:

"Expansion? What kind of expansion?"

"Is it your spit star?"

But Suo Duo was not in a hurry to refute, he waited until Qiu Ke's breathing was stable, and then spoke again:

"That's my second point."

He turned to the shadow at the end of the long table:

"Your Majesty, I propose to formulate a new bill to reform the kingdom's military system!"

The next moment, "Soldier" Soduo stood up resolutely, and the sound shook the secret room:

"We should gradually reduce the number of private conscripts who are half-agricultural and half-trained under the command of the local lords in the entire territory of the stars!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present, including Thales, nodded together, but did not react.

But Suduo's cold words continued:

"It doesn't matter if the service period is gradually shortened, or the frequency of enlistment is reduced, or even the lords' obligation to respond to the expedition can be exempted."

"And eventually remove their right to recruit soldiers on the territory."

One second, two seconds...

Everyone's face changed.

After staying in Dragon Clouds City for six years, Thales, who had been fascinated by Exeter's military culture, blinked.

"reduce……"

The moment she understood the meaning of the other party, Joke Man turned pale with shock:

"What?"

At the end of the long table, the king's figure moved slowly, and his eyes with cold light pierced out of the darkness again.

Like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The military advisor raised his voice:

"I believe this will save quarterly conscription costs, reduce the size of the army, focus on agriculture, livestock, business, increase tax output, and perhaps make up for the shortfall in the budget."

Prime Minister Cullen looked at his long-time colleagues in disbelief:

"Sodo..."

But Thord Red didn't care:

"And the standing army is ready to take over and shoulder the responsibility of national defense."

He raised his head abruptly, as if he had turned into a rock, unshakable:

"The armament of the country, the heavy weapon of the stars."

"From now on, let's make a door."

"No exceptions!"

The narrow and dim Ballard Room fell into an unprecedented dead silence, followed by the slight chill unique to the stone room.

Suo Duo looked around the long table, strong and unruly, like a veteran who has gone through war.

All the ministers who were immersed in surprise looked sideways.

Thales was stunned.

When discussing the war in the north earlier, he was absorbed in his concentration and was not affected by the atmosphere of the meeting.

But at this moment, Thales really realized:

This is the imperial meeting.

What he heard at this long table was related to the future of tens of millions of people in the entire country.

Thinking of this, a sudden sense of suffocation hit.

That was the feeling that neither the duel in the Hall of Heroes nor the hearing day in the Palace of Heroes had ever given him.

"Everyone..."

After a long silence, someone finally spoke softly.

"Please don't spread the content of today's meeting, even to the closest people, even if it's just a little bit, just a few words," the prime minister's voice sounded low, tired and hesitant:

"Also, Sodo..."

Duke Cullen looked up at the resolute military advisor of the Kingdom, and said solemnly but definitely:

"You're crazy."

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