"Cease... cease support?"
The baron looked blankly at Ansel, but the moment their eyes met, he dared not utter another word. He nodded vigorously, "Understood! I will immediately, immediately cease all support for that wretched village! All policies will also be cancelled!"
Ansel nodded and sighed lightly, "Seraphina has disappointed me somewhat. She needs to learn a lesson."
This clear indication made the nobles understand their next course of action.
They had long been displeased with the rural commoners. If it weren't for Ansel's sake, why would they give so much to those troublemakers? Commoners should be gratefuI for their mere existence!
"Of course, there's no rush to do this," Ansel chuckled, "Let's give it... hmm... three or four days."
"Then, there's the next matter."
The sight of Gleipnir transforming into a crimson-black whip in Ansel's hand turned all the nobles pale.
