Marquis Sand Ailan avoided the crown prince�s gaze and closed his eyes.

Deep wrinkles appeared on his face.

He had been had.

He thought that he had set up a trap in order to suppress Cale Henituse, but it was the opposite.

This was a trap to choke him.

Marquis Sand Ailan opened his eyes back and looked around the hall.

Why would the southwest region and the northwest region take the crown�s side?

�I guess Taylor Stan makes sense.�

The eldest son of the former Marquis Stan. It was said that his legs were healed thanks to the crown prince. It was a good enough reason to develop a bond with the crown prince.

However, the Gyerre household had been against the crown prince.

Marquis Ailan made eye contact with Duchess Sonata Gyerre.

Smirk.

The old noble smiled toward the Marquis. She then turned her head to look toward Cale Henituse.

��That old hag!�

Marquis Sand Ailan bit down on his lips.

That old woman was supporting Cale Henituse and not the crown.

The Marquis let out a deep sigh. He heard the crown prince continuing to speak.

�You�ll have to do something if you want to survive.�

The crown prince called out to Cale for support.

�Isn�t that right, commander?�

Cale slowly nodded his head.

�Yes, your highness.�

Although it sounded as if only the two of them were chatting, not many other people could speak right now.

�With that being said, I don�t think that there�s any reason for me to be here anymore since I am finished with my report.� JrNovels.com