Just as Shalin said, within a few days, the news of the army's collapse at the front reached us.
Moreover, it's been discovered that the true nobles and upper class of the Royal City have already fled the city at some unknown time.
In an instant.
The city fell into chaos.
"Earl."
Butler Terry spoke softly:
"Today, several people didn't show up for work at the estate. I asked some of their acquaintances, and it's likely they won't be returning."
The line of people leaving the Royal City stretches over ten miles; anyone with connections is choosing not to stay.
The estate workers are the same.
"Hmm."
Carl nodded, sat down, picked up the drink and took a sip, speaking slowly:
"The situation is unstable recently, those willing to leave can do so anytime, don't forget to settle their wages."
"Hmm..."
"Are you planning to leave?"
"The Earl jokes." Terry shook his head:
"It's safer here with you, besides, the Kolon Kingdom has always treated nobles kindly."
