Chapter 351: Imperialism led by Fabio (4)
"Your Majesty seems to have a hard time trusting people," I noted, recognizing the skepticism that shadowed his expression.
"If it were not so, you wouldn't ask me again why I was sent here," I continued, trying to ease the tension. "For a politician, distrust is almost an occupational hazard."
I felt a bit of pity for the man before me, and decided to elaborate with a bit more empathy. "As I mentioned in the audience chamber today, His Majesty of Toscana wishes to set aside past grievances and form an alliance with you. The idea is to join forces to bring down the malevolent Holy Empire."
"Is there no hidden meaning behind your words?" the king inquired suspiciously.
"Would I dare deceive Your Majesty?" I responded earnestly.
"Very well, I'll trust your sincerity," he conceded.
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."
I often tell white lies (concealing information, hiding criminal facts) even to our Emperor.
Some might question how I can do this without feeling guilty.
But sometimes, dark maneuvers are necessary for the advancement of the Empire and the protection of our family.
Whether it's reporting the misdeeds of those who overstep their bounds against the Rothschild family interests (with a slight bit of forgery involved) to labor inspectors, accountants, and the Supreme Court to ensure legal retribution, or spreading a slightly embellished truth to set the stage for a rival's downfall.
Elsewhere, I might engage in petty pranks on traders by manipulating stock values or unleashing a "revolution" of workers and peasants with my red demons of communism.