“What? Rejected?”

“Yes. They said they could not supply the troops unless the situation became clear. However, they are willing to provide supplies for—”

Bang!

Baron August slammed his baton on the table, and the captains shrank back. It was rare to see their commander express his emotions. Although Baron August was a rather ambitious individual, he had always been cool-headed.

“It’s treason! There’s treason in His Majesty’s city! How dare they refuse to provide us with troops if they call themselves nobles of the empire?” Baron August shouted. He was the commander of the sixth imperial legion—the Firebird Legion—and he was a born soldier and a knight. He was a devoted man who had served in the sixth legion for more than ten years after leaving the management of his territory to an administrator. During his service, he had never taken a break. His life itself was tailored around his identity as a true soldier of the imperial army.

“Tell them to send soldiers right away! Otherwise, I will lead the legion there myself! Those reactionaries… I will personally lead my cavalry and rain down fire upon them!” Baron August shouted without showing any restraint. It was understandable. How dare they detain the crown prince? It was a grave...