Fwoosh!

Two blurry figures instantly appeared in front of Count Sagunda as he attempted to get between the emperor and Ruv Tylen.

Thwack! 

“Gwagh!”

With a dull sound, Count Sagunda dropped a fist-sized dagger from his palms and fell to his knees. The identity of one of the blurs was Count Jean Granite, and he kicked the dagger away after knocking down Count Sagunda.

Then, he looked up towards the other blur with a surprised expression. The other man had instantly appeared behind Count Sagunda and struck him on the back of the neck. It was Elkin Isla, the knight of the Pendragon Duchy who had maintained an impassive expression during the entire time after entering the Lion Hall. Even now, he maintained his cold gaze as he subdued Sagunda.

“Sheathe your sword, Sir Granite.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Count Granite retrieved his sheathe which he had used to strike Sagunda’s wrists. 

“Cough! Cough!”

The emperor looked down at Count Sagunda as the man drooled in an ugly manner.

“Do you understand the significance of your actions just now, Lord Sagunda?”

“Keugh….”

Count Sagunda raised his head. His face was covered with tears in pain.

“Your Majesty, this is… This man is… No, I, I…”

Count Sagunda spoke gibberish with a soulless expression.

“……”

The emperor silently gazed at the count.

It was hard to understand.

Sagunda was not an incompetent fool. As much...