The moment her words landed, the temperature in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly plummeted, as if it were the dead of winter. The chill caused goosebumps to erupt on everyone, and they found it hard to adapt.
"Grand Marshal, what is the meaning of this? I don't quite understand. His Majesty is my own nephew. I owe my current position entirely to him. How could I possibly dare to act against him?"
Larseis was bewildered by Erice's unprovoked threat, his mind a whirl of questions. He truly didn't understand what was happening.
"Hmph! It's best you understand that. Don't assume that just because you've grasped some authority, you can start disrespecting your superiors! Thinking of taking his place? I'm not dead yet!"
