"Who else has an opinion? You're welcome to voice it. I'm not unreasonable." Muria's voice seemed to echo in the council hall, the pleas for mercy still resonating. His face wore a gentle smile. "As long as you present your issues, I will resolve them."
Upon hearing Muria's words, a chilly sweat broke on the brows and backs of the aristocrats in the Council Hall. Was he going to solve the problems presented, or those who presented them?
Judging by the Regent's demeanor, it seemed like he intended to 'solve' those who dare to present issues. Resignedly, they decided it was better to comply, to value their lives more than their concerns, whatever the losses. After all, they weren't the ones to suffer the most, the heaviest blow would land on the affluent aristocrats in possession of actual power.
"Is there no more dissent?" Seeing the silence below, Muria nodded in satisfaction, "Now we should discuss reforming the tax laws."
