Chapter 91

“That concludes the meeting.”

Viscount Blaise’s expression was impassive, but there was a distinctly petulant edge to his tone. It was only natural, considering that this Great Council had ended in victory for Blanc’s side.

From Viscount Blaise’s perspective, he had expended all that effort and received nothing in return, so the bitter taste in his mouth was understandable.

Blanc remained seated, watching the attendees of the Great Council file out.

Several of Rahellin’s people seemed eager to approach him, but Blanc blocked them with an arrogant pose, his chin propped on one hand.

Rahellin’s motion, which he had worried over the most, had ended more anticlimactically than expected, but the nobles’ ensuing struggle over their interests had become a nerve-racking tightrope walk where even a single word could decide victory or defeat.

Even as an imperial prince, Blanc wanted to get off that precarious tightrope now.

“Good work.”

Once he had confirmed that everyone else was gone, Blanc spoke to Fulcare. Fulcare seemed to relax as well, rolling his neck and uncrossing his legs.

“I think I understand a little better why Captain hates politics.”...