Chapter 142: Let The World Think Whatever It Wants About Us (4)
The annex of Julius von Arensburg.
On any other day, the place would have been bustling with the flattery of his inner circle and lavish banquets. Now, it was steeped in a solemnity so heavy that even breathing felt difficult.
“......There’s no turning this back.”
This incident. The bombing that Reutern II had suffered.
Julius and his legion of loyal subordinates had burned through day and night, combing through every shred of evidence and circumstance from the scene, and the conclusion they reached was singular.
'It was a self-orchestrated attack by Reutern II to convince his father.'
Julius, too, knew the temperament of Reutern I better than anyone, having spent long years as his political rival. Reutern I was by no means the sort of man who would recklessly draw blood without justification or without something to gain.
A wily old fox who compromised at the right time and pocketed his gains.
Because Julius had trusted that much, he too had tried to stay within reasonable bounds. All he had to do was lie low for a few years, quiet as a mouse.