Upon hearing this, Dingle's face stiffened.

"That's a ridiculous statement." Dylan scoffed, then continued:

"But some fools actually believed it. Don't these shameless guys ever think about what kind of life we ​​lived more than a decade ago?"

"Without the Emperor's guidance, would they still be living in spacious houses and spouting such shameless words with full bellies today?"

"Without these wars, without the sacrifices and contributions of countless people, where would our country be? Where would our nation reside? Would we be left to scavenge for survival like animals, eating scraps and barely clinging to life?"

At this point, Dylan suddenly raised his fist, gritting his teeth and angrily saying:

"They blame the Great Emperor for bringing disaster, but they don't realize that it was the Great Emperor who made us live like human beings, not like lowly beasts!"

“Even if we could turn back time thirteen years, I, Dylan Schäfer, would still support this man to become our emperor!”

"He transformed me from a shepherd with no sheep to graze into someone with a house, food, a family, and now, rights and, most importantly, dignity!"

As he finished speaking, Dylan's expression gradually calmed. He slowly walked to the chair and sat down, facing Dingle again, and asked in a calm voice:

Do you agree with me, young man?

"Will you steadfastly support our Emperor and always stand by his every decision?"

Sitting in his chair, Dingle remained expressionless. He could no longer feel the itching in his throat, and he didn't even dare to meet Dylan's gaze.

A full minute passed, and Dingle still did not speak.

Dylan remained calm, looking at him and saying, "It seems you've already given your answer."