"Do they no longer regard me as their King? Do they no longer take the entire Nobility into consideration? Who do they think they are, hmm?" Leite VII smashed the glass in his hand onto the floor, cursing furiously.
In front of him, the Prime Minister too had a grim expression, silently staring at the military officer who had brought the message. They had just reached an agreement with Tang Mo and obtained enough munitions to defend themselves from him.
But then, someone had gone ahead and killed the Earl with an assassination attempt. This put them all on edge, beginning to seriously question the loyalty of those in their own kitchens.
No one desired to hide a gun under their pillow while in bed with a woman, and no one wanted to worry about being stabbed by their partner in the act.
Similarly, no one wanted to suddenly collapse with a stomachache mid-meal, nor did they want to taste the bitter flavor of almonds in a sip of fine wine.
