Chapter 152: Age of Tyrants (2)
Everyone remained quiet due to the overwhelming declaration.
They were being told to throw away the capital city that had a history of 500 glorious years. They had to force out the citizens of the capital who harbored that glory in their hearts―as if they were chasing out a bunch of animals. To make matters worse, they were ordered to also dig up the graves of previous emperors for the sake of money.
A tyrant.
Kurz gulped. The same word was going through the heads of all the generals who were currently seated in the tent.
Someone spoke up amidst the cold silence.
“……Your Highness, we understand well how much you wisely cherish your men.”
Kurz quickly turned to face the deputy officer, Baron Wittenmyer. He was famous for having gray hair despite being young. He constantly looked somber due to the bags under his eyes.
‘It’s the smarty-pants general.’
Kurz mentally clicked his tongue.