Juan remained silent for a moment. Nienna was right—Juan might be able to deal with the Templars for now, but dealing with the entire Church and the Imperial Army was a whole different story. Even if Juan returned to the empire by fighting against them, internal strife and sacrifices would only increase without achieving the ‘punishment’ that Juan wanted.

“...You seem quite well-versed in the principles of kingship,” Juan said.

“Well, the person I watched and learned from was pretty decent. Considering the current situation, It would now be difficult to avoid the matters of the capital like we have been doing so far. To be honest with you, I really want to take you to the capital right now and say ‘here is the emperor you guys have been worshiping as your god. Now, all those who are guilty should run to the training ground right away and line up in the order of severity of crimes.’ But…” Nienna shrugged her shoulders.

“Doing so will just create a huge mess. Your daughter is the second in line to the empire and she is the leader of the strongest soldiers in the empire, you know? Think about what would happen if I brought you to the capital and said that you’re the emperor—everyone would growl, raging that General Nienna has grown senile due to her old age or she is seeking to usurp the throne. At that point, we could simply kill everyone, but that’s not really the best move.”

Juan nodded upon hearing Nienna’s words—Juan still didn’t...