The Duke of Fossai sighed silently, stood up, followed by Marquis Miranda, Marquis Digori, Earl Burke... and finally, Mo.
Everyone stood up, fixating on the emperor who had never before expressed his emotions so openly.
They all understood that the string in the heart of William Boho, stretched to its limit, had snapped.
Yet, at this moment, no one was willing to rebut the Merchant King, whose eyes were red and whose hands were covered with blood, partly out of compassion and partly because... William was right.
Perhaps the Shaven Empire could overlook the various disasters that occurred domestically in the past, could overlook the neighboring threat to the north flaunting its power, could even overlook the assassination of its Crown Prince during a diplomatic mission, leading to his death in a foreign land.
