The words were as grand as they could get.
Even the princes and dukes couldn't help but give the man a few extra glances.
This guy is quite the character!
"Keld!" Fratis' face flushed bright red with anger.
She glared at the once-loyal royal general, about to scold him.
But then she saw the calm expression on his face.
There wasn't even the slightest hint of guilt in his eyes; in fact, there was a trace of smugness.
"You… don't tell me…" Fratis froze, realization dawning upon her. This had all been planned long ago.
No matter what she said, Luca, and anyone supporting her, would be branded as rebels. Even if she was Alfred's personally chosen heir, it wouldn't matter. They had long since stopped caring.
Fratis looked at Luca, only to see that his expression hadn't changed in the slightest. It wasn't just him—Ziegfried, Augustine, Winston, and the others shared the same indifference.
