"A disgrace! An absolute disgrace!"
In the Sutton Royal Palace, Sutton VII tore the newspaper in his hands to shreds.
Judging by the large group photo that took up the entire front page, it was obviously about the noble reform.
No investigation was necessary; by now, pretty much every intelligent being in Feilin knew.
"They just signed it like that, can you believe it? They just signed it!"
Faced with the King's furious expression, the attendants and guards present chose to play dead. It was the first rule of survival for palace staff: see nothing, hear nothing.
Just then, the dispatched envoy returned.
He was the envoy sent to the other three domains to summon the Dukes' corps.
In truth, this could have been handled by email, but the mail service belonged to the Zog Group, which Sutton VII refused to use. Besides, email wasn't formal enough and didn't align with noble etiquette.
The envoy knelt, struggling to organize his words as if he were summoning all his courage.
