Anxious Richelieu was yet unaware that his responses had lagged behind by one crucial step, and that, out of everyone's sight, the strategems propelling the war were operating in an orderly fashion.
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"Is what you're telling me true?"
Ignoring the tea staining his cuff, Prince Bernard held his teacup, his face a mask of astonishment and barely concealed ecstasy.
"Absolutely true, Your Highness."
The dwarf bowed humbly, his ugly face stacking up an impeccable sales-oriented smile.
"Crown Prince Louis dispatched an airship fleet to attack our company's convoy. Even the well-composed Prime Minister Richelieu would probably take decisive action."
Alberish did not specify what the so-called "decisive action" was, but if Prince Bernard lacked even that level of judgment and imagination, then he was either hopelessly stupid or terrifyingly cunning.
