Originally, according to the plan, after surrounding the Royal Palace, the Noble Council was supposed to surrender, however...
"These guys still intend to resist? They should know what will happen next, right?"
Gazing at the Royal Palace in the distance, the General frowned and muttered quietly. At this point, what are those nobles still thinking? Both fortresses have already been suppressed, and nearly all of Albion's forces have been completely defeated or surrendered, with only a few hundred people left in this Royal Palace...but speaking of which...
"It's kind of ironic."
"Ironic?"
Hearing Red Ponytail's remark, the General curiously turned to her.
"What do you mean by this, Divine Envoy?"
"Originally, the Noble Faction and Albion's Imperial Family were like this, the King's City had only a few hundred people, while outside there was Albion's fifty thousand noble army. Prince of Wales and the Emperor chose to die in battle, but now... haha, it's quite a turnaround."
