The incident where a full 11 royalty and nobles were killed.
It was something that couldn't be overlooked, nor should it be.
The schedule of the Continental Academic Conference, which boasted the largest scale except for the empire's founding day, came to a complete halt.
"We greet Your Grace the Duke!"
"We greet Your Grace the Duke!"
The master of Wienderk, properly recognizing the gravity of the situation, personally traveled to Valerich. Hundreds of troops were a bonus.
Duke Gransis Wienderk was a man with a dignified presence. His beard was completely clean without a single hair, and his eyes were sharp.
His hair, swept back to show his forehead, was the same deep black-blue as Rosalia Wienderk's, and his brown eyes were so deep it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
"I express deep regret for the unfortunate incident that occurred here in Valerich. This matter..."
He made a public announcement to everyone through a speech in the banquet hall.
