The office was dead silent.
After learning the ins and outs of the whole matter, the hearts of all the scholars sank to the bottom.
They not only had to face the powerful weapons they had created, which would slaughter countless lives in a vicious situation, but now they also had to continue doing this morally contradictory and meaningless thing, knowing full well that they had no chance of winning.
If they were not completely desperate, it could only be because —
The young Hydral, who had just arrived at the office door after the Elder Princess had left, spoke apologetically, "I didn't expect the empress to change my original proposal of a death-row gladiatorial contest into a large-scale war between two territories. Nor did I expect the emperor to take the Elder Princess so... seriously."
He shook his head helplessly, "This matter started because of me and has reached a point where I can no longer control it. Therefore, I believe I must do something."
"No, Lord Ansel."
Hendrik immediately said, "How could this be your problem! It's perfectly normal for you to be curious about the strength of the weapons created by the Etheric Academy. If we were just using death-row prisoners for experiments, we wouldn't have any qualms. This is all because of..."
He opened his mouth but fell silent in the end.
Who else could it be but those equally tyrannical, cruel, and even mad mother and daughter? The princess who saw them as tools, and the narrow-minded empress?
But no one dared to say a word, and they could only repeatedly condemn the two monsters in their hearts, without blaming Ansel, even though the matter was entirely his fault.
Curious about mechanical armor? Isn't that normal? The empress and the Elder Princess are so capricious, and Lord Ansel merely wanted to use death-row prisoners to test the effectiveness of alchemical weapons. How much restraint is that!
He even considered helping us! The Elder Princess angered the emperor, and she would be fine, but who could guarantee that the furious empress wouldn't do something crazy? What she's doing now is crazy enough!
No one blamed Ansel. These scholars, who were intelligent but had almost no political sense, could not see through the layers of... false reality.
Lord Ansel... he truly is the perfect Hydral. If the Elder Princess were like him, how wonderful would the future of the empire be!
What if, what if it was Lord Ansel leading us, he could not only confront the Etheric Academy, but also has a wealth of resources, and his father the great saint Flamelle... If it was Lord Ansel leading us, and not the Elder Princess...
Would everything be different?
This was what Hendrik was thinking, and in this room, he was certainly not the only one thinking this.
The only spectator remained silent, for she knew that she could no longer change anything.
She had spent many years with these elders, the longest even exceeding ten years.
She knew too well what these people were thinking, and also cast a fearful gaze at the devil who, despite his gentle smile, seemed to have everyone under his control.
Just a few words in a conversation were enough to elevate his status to this level.
It was not a status obtained through violence and power, but genuinely, raised by others.
No... it was not just this conversation, but from much earlier, much earlier...
From the moment he stepped into the nobility, from when his good reputation began to spread throughout the empire, and for years he played the role of "perfection" to the fullest...
Ravenna gradually realized that Hydral did not possess a magic that could convince people as soon as he opened his mouth, but that he had prepared for any moment in the future, long ago.
This preparation is more terrifying than any calculation or conspiracy. What else has he prepared? How many traps has he laid? How far into the future... has he cast his gaze?
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