Pavan felt like his entire world was collapsing.

‘He brought together a third of the Imperial Army, but is now going to disperse them without even trying to do anything?’

With a force of three hundred thousand troops, it was possible to even overthrow the current empire and establish a new country. However, Barth was now saying that he wanted the troops to return to their home base just because he lost a duel. Such a thing had never been seen before.

“Regent!”

Pavan clenched his teeth and knelt down before Barth.

“Please, you cannot give up like this! Everything happened too quickly last night, in just an instant. You were unconscious for just a short moment. Aren’t you still alive and well now?”

Barth Baltic’s decision would be no different than a declaration of political suicide. Barth Baltic’s position in Torra had already become extremely unstable. Not only were the people hostile toward him, but he had turned the Church into his enemy by insulting the emperor right in front of them.

Pavan closed his eyes; it was clear to him that Barth wouldn’t be able to hold out for even a minute if he didn’t return with the army. The Pope or the Templars who held grudges against Barth may immediately point their swords toward him.

“It’s not only your own destruction, Regent! What are you going to do with...