After a long period of contemplation, he finally made a decision.
"There's no other way. I'll have to confess and beg for leniency."
At the same time, a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. If he played his cards right, he could not only secure leniency but also exact revenge on the other tribes that had framed the Stone Bear Tribe for the attack on Michael's estate.
The Royal Capital of Lania: The King's Private Drawing Room
King Charles V read the report from the underground prison and was so shocked that he nearly collapsed in disbelief.
"What? The nobles of the Northwestern Territories have been smuggling military supplies and weapons to the five great tribes? And this continued until recently?"
The king's furious voice reverberated against the walls of the drawing room. His aged face, already lined with deep wrinkles, turned an alarming shade of red as he slammed the report onto the table.
"How could such treachery go unnoticed for so long?"
