Howell Makini [4]
"What is it?" Carl asked, his voice gentle yet probing. He looked at Howell, awaiting his response.
"… I don't know what Lord Carl wants from me. Please help me, who is ignorant, understand Carl's meaning… … ."
"Are you questioning me?"
"That's not it. I was afraid that I might make wild guesses and waste Lord Carl precious time."
Please, is this right? Is it right? Is it not? But he can't think of anything else.
"I'd like to hear your guess."
Hearing that, Howell shut his eyes tightly.
Carl is not like a messenger from God who will save him.
He is a devil whispering with a snake's tongue
"Your Majesty the Emperor and First Prince Aric, who are pursuing a moderate foreign policy with other countries, didn't you come to Davron to seek a major opportunity and a foundation to appease the central military, which is feeling dissatisfied and in crisis?"