Prisco, who was having fun in his room with a nun, didn't listen when the door to his room opened.
"Father, we are in serious trouble.
The emperor has ordered to blockade the city and now we are surrounded by a large group of knights led by the son of Duke Gautier. "
Prisco, who had not stopped the movement of his hips, frowned at his son's words.
"Order the city guard to prepare their weapons. We don't know what the hell they're thinking, but we can't allow them to enter the city.
We will have to wait for them to send a courier themselves before we even think of delivering the city.
I just hope it's all a misunderstanding otherwise Dean, it is a fact that we will die in this place unless we manage to cause a civil war.
But for that, we can only trust your mother's family so that they can convince the group of nobles who do not agree with the emperor.
