"Your Majesty!"
The nobles, coming to their senses from the shock, bowed in salute one after another.
Colin hastily poured his will into Emperor Reinhardt's body, but this control over the blood slave was inevitably somewhat unnatural.
Luckily, it was the middle of the night, which could help Colin conceal some imperfections in detail.
"You should not doubt Count Angler's loyalty," Emperor Reinhardt began, "And it was Queen Midela who conspired with Mr. Ji to sacrifice the Storm Fortress, not the St. Hilde family."
With the Emperor's personal admission, the nobles' doubts about the North Territory dissipated greatly.
Count Nicoll felt that Emperor Reinhardt's tone was a bit odd, but he didn't think too deeply about it at the moment and asked,
"Your Majesty, so do you agree with the plan to sacrifice the Storm Fortress?"
"Absolutely not!" Emperor Reinhardt responded decisively, "How could I bear to let the Empire's best Army and countless Westland citizens become sacrifices!
