Chapter 155: A Gift (1)
A secret chamber in the Imperial Palace.
"...An irresponsible servant let the dogs off their leashes, and now they're running wild. That's what he said."
Kentz Bertem relayed Reutern's words while gripping his glass until it nearly cracked.
"That damn perm-headed, broccoli-looking bastard."
Chief of Staff Grossman leisurely curled the corners of his lips upward.
"Dogs, and a servant... So that man's mouth has finally loosened?"
He slowly swirled his dark red wine and raised an eyebrow.
"But when you think about it, it's not a bad analogy. We are all servants, after all. Only one person in this empire stands above us, and all the people are beneath our feet."
"...I know. But I can't just sit and watch that pathetic display. The fact that he's been deceiving me all this time..."