"...The thwarting of the conspiracy by Queen Midela and Mr. Ji is due to your support. On behalf of the Empire warriors in the Storm Fortress and the citizens of Westland, I express my gratitude to you..."
Emperor Reinhardt was reclining in an armchair, eyes closed, forehead topped with a hot towel, looking overworked and in unbearable pain.
A group of Empire nobles respectfully stood in front of the armchair, listening to Emperor Reinhardt's edict. Even if someone noticed the Emperor's tone and posture were a bit odd, they would only think it was due to his physical discomfort.
"...Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, I have decided to withdraw the troops from the Storm Fortress."
Hearing this, the Duke of the South Border couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the Emperor on the couch in confusion.
