“You can discuss the specifics with Ian.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Raven and Ian left the emperor’s office.

Soon, only three people were left in the office – the emperor, Count Jean Granite, and Duke Lindegor.

“Do you believe that Duke Pendragon will be able to handle Arangis?”

The emperor smiled faintly at the words of Duke Lindegor.

“For now, I think it’s about 20 percent.”

“Hm…”

Lindegor narrowed his eyes slightly.

He himself also estimated the possibility of Duke Pendragon being able to handle Arangis around twenty or thirty percent. Furthemore, it also meant that there was only a sliver of a chance. But considering the words that the emperor had spoken to Duke Pendragon, combined with the faint smile he gave, Duke Lindegor was convinced that the emperor had something else on his mind, something that Lindegor was also thinking of.

“This foolish man seeks answers.”

“If you call yourself foolish, the entire world must be filled with only idiots.”

The emperor smiled at the words of Lindegor. He was certainly trying to gauge the emperor’s thoughts. The emperor continued.

“As you know, Pendragon will not be able to dispatch their troops to any other territories. For one thing, dispatching troops is an entirely different matter...