“So, the war is getting difficult.”

Emperor Gilbert Terre Andrews sighed as he heard about the information from the front lines.

At first, when this war had been going well and the Empire had victory after victory, the domestic public opinion had been great, but recently, things had changed.

Starting with Duke Schweiker’s death, things began going downhill and there were even people amongst the nobles who began to raise opposition to the war. So far, no one had spoken directly to the Emperor, but people were slowly expressing concerns about the war.

As an Emperor, this was embarrassing. This war was the result of him fully supporting and pushing for it. That meant he was responsible for the consequences of this war. It had been great when they were winning, but as the crisis continued, the Emperor couldn’t help but be anxious. 

The position of an Emperor was an absolute but lonely position. If there was even the slightest chance, nobles would try to divide up his power for themselves. That was the law of power. 

‘Should I have them stop? Would that be for the best?’

Having heard about Antras’ death, the Emperor was feeling really nervous about this war. Duke Sebastian had sent a report saying that he would continue to fight and end the war while maintaining the current border, but Emperor Andrews was doubtful...