Chapter 515: The Place Where it Ends

A Few Days Before the Annihilation of Dard Mountain. Goldonia Palace Conference Room.

We will now commence the 16th war conference.

Others take their seats following the declaration of the chairperson.

There are many people to say the least.

Four long desks are lined up in the largest meeting room in the palace with all chairs occupied and each person sitting close enough to touch shoulders.

Meanwhile, the luxurious chair positioned on a higher level than the othersthe kings chair is the only seat vacant.

Inevitably, everyones eyes focused on the person with the next highest authority, Kenneth.

First of allCount, can you give us your opinion from a financial standpoint?

That man who Kenneth points to wearing a red-based formal uniform with gold and silver threads woven in nods.

This war has seen losses of a magnitude greater than the likes of any in the past! Expenses too! Not to mention, the national treasury that should have been abundant is running out.

As the man gave his impassioned speech, those around him cried out in agreement or nodded quietly to show support.

Next,Marquess. I would like to hear your opinion as the Vice Minister of Justice.

The man stands up as he strokes his splendid beard.

The biggest problem is the harm done to the nobles independence under the name of war. To put it simply, I am afraid that authority is too concentrated on Marquess Radhalde who is merely the head of military! Although he possesses a high status, he is still a rising noble family! As nobles who were conferred peerage first, we should be the respected onesahem. Of course, our loyalty to His Majesty is unwavering.

The man, fearing that his words were too critical of leadership, concludes with praise for the king and Goldonia.

Among the cheers, admiration and shouts of agreement, Kenneth sighs as he applauds.

This will be the 16th complaint contest, huh?

A mutter came from the man standing beside Kenneth and was soft enough that only the two of them could hear.

Please refrain, Talger. This is a venerable court where nobles gather. It is not a place where a servant like you with no rank can voice any concerns.

After being chided, the man hangs his head.

He has a small stature less than 165 cm, and because he is thin, he looks even smaller.

Yet his sunken cheeks, dark bags under his eyes and unflinching gaze despite being reprimanded by his lord emphasized the mans eeriness rather than weakness.

Talger had been with Kenneth since some time during the war.

His origins werent known, but as a servant in charge of chores with no rank or job title, nobody really paid much attention to him.

Kenneth also did not appear to assign him many tasks or talk about him.

However in reality, Kenneths actions changed ever since Talger accompanied him like a shadow.

Kenneth was always skilled at subterfuge, but his craftiness and meti