"Our vassals have also agreed with Karl Mars's opinion. All the vassals unanimously support the removal of Dale Mars."
"…So you've finally decided to become dogs that bite their master."
"Say whatever you want. For your information, every noble in the territory, the knight order, and even the employees working in the mansion all agree."
Every single one of them had been won over by Karl himself or his women.
In effect, every organization with influence had turned their backs on him.
At this point, even Dale's face was dyed with despair.
If things had reached this stage, there was no way out.
When literally everyone had become his enemy, what meaning was there in clinging to the lord's seat?
No, he was in a situation where he couldn't even keep that.
'No matter what, how could he have pulled off something this big behind my back?'
Dale looked at Karl with confusion.
Everything—everything that had led to this—was because of that bastard.
