Chapter 819
Only then did the duke’s eyes widen.
"The other report… you meant for it to be sent to His Majesty the Emperor?"
"His Majesty will gladly take your hand." Ian nodded.
It was obvious that the Emperor would see the western territory as something stolen by the Great Church. There was no way he would miss such a perfect chance to reclaim influence and undermine the Church’s authority.
"He may offer aid immediately, or, if not, he’ll move before the Church does once the chaos in the capital settles. The Black Isles would serve as the perfect justification for His Majesty to dispatch elite forces," Ian said without hesitation.
He then lifted his goblet with a faint smile. "And if you’re careful, the pure devotees won’t even notice your shift. You know well enough what the relationship between the royal house and the Church is like."
Though it was a result-oriented plan that skipped the most critical steps, Ian offered no further explanation. He had no intention of handing over every piece so easily—people always undervalued what came without effort.
"Indeed… you’ve presented a most excellent path…"
The duke’s quiet voice followed a few seconds later. "I’m ashamed to admit it, but with my abilities, smuggling such a report into the capital would be nearly impossible, Agent of the Saint."