Milton had suddenly appeared without a single soldier. Neither the mob nor Duke Palan had expected Milton to come.

‘I barely made it on time.’

Milton let out a sigh of relief as he stroked Leonard’s mane. His horse was out of breath. No matter how much of an amazing horse Leonard was, Milton had pushed him too hard.

Milton had been rushing forward with the bare minimum of troops. But on his way over, he had heard that the mob and Duke Palan’s forces might be clashing soon and so, had decided to charge ahead of his men. They had tried to stop him as they told him it was too reckless, but Milton ignored all of them.

[Even if an armed conflict happens once, we’d lose everything we’ve gained in the past ten years. Do you not understand this?]

Once he had gotten rid of his vassals that tried to hold him back, he rushed over and had personally blocked the mob’s way and revealed his identity.

“The Grand Duke Forrest?”

“No way… really?”

“I think, based on impressions, that’s him?

The Republican mob had been filled with anger and nothing had gotten through to them, but now, they were unsettled. In fact, they had been determined...