"But there are no areas left in the country where special policies can be exercised, all fiefs already have their lords, and what remains are only overseas colonies, where..."
"Oh, Prime Minister, have you forgotten? Isn't there a newly incorporated territory right now that requires special administrative measures?"
"...You sly fox."
In the blink of an eye, the Red-clothed Archbishop's gaze turned as sharp as a knife.
"Do you want war that badly!"
"Now is hardly the time to be preaching pacifism, is it?"
Li Lin shrugged nonchalantly, enduring the Prime Minister's piercing glare and anger, and continued in the same unchanging tone:
"Since one way or another, we need to reserve talent and resources for His Highness, why not fulfill the Titans' desire? After all, it has always been their wish—to annex Castile and make Charlemagne stronger and more prosperous."
"This is..."
Li Lin's words silenced Richelieu.
