At 11 p.m., Bowerman and von Palen walked out of the conference room. The two parted ways at the end of the corridor. Von Palen went to his bedroom, while Bowerman went to meet Wolfgang.

A moment later, Bowerman met with Wolfgang, and the two discussed the itinerary for the next day and made preliminary arrangements for security at the conference. Afterwards, noticing Wolfgang's dejected state, Bowerman said:

"Let's leave it at that for now. It's getting late. We can discuss the details tomorrow morning."

Wolfgang rubbed his forehead and nodded, "Okay."

"but...."

Bowerman looked expressionlessly at the hesitant Wolfgang and asked, "What's wrong, Field Marshal Wolfgang? Is there something you're worried about?"

Wolfgang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Of course I'm worried, Bowerman."

"As you know, the rebels in the city are still waiting for an opportunity to act. The fact that the Emperor is showing his face at this time poses a great risk, even if we take the most stringent precautions."

Upon hearing this, Bowerman put his hands back in his pockets and calmly said, "That's why we need to eliminate the risks."

Wolfgang shook his head and said, "But it cannot be completely ruled out."

“Then are you going to try and persuade the Emperor not to go to St. Marienplatz tomorrow?” Bowerman said, scrutinizing Wolfgang.

"this..."

“Once the Emperor has made a decision, there’s no point in trying to dissuade him,” Wolfgang said, looking troubled.

Upon hearing this, Bowerman shrugged: "Then we'll follow your orders, protect the Emperor's safety, and ensure tomorrow's events proceed smoothly."

“Okay.” Wolfgang took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry too much, Field Marshal Wolfgang, have faith in our abilities."

"That's all for now. I'm heading back. See you tomorrow." With that, Bowerman walked towards the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, he suddenly turned his head and said:

"Tomorrow's event will proceed smoothly, and the Emperor will return safely to the Royal Castle after it concludes."

"Yes, it will," Wolfgang nodded.

"Good night, Field Marshal Wolfgang, sweet dreams." Bowerman smiled and immediately walked away.

"call--"

As soon as Bowerman left, Wolfgang let out a long sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"This guy's smile always sends chills down your spine..."

After sitting in the room for a while, Wolfgang opened the door and walked out with a gloomy expression.

——

Midnight.

Still sitting in his chair, Dingle was not asleep. He was still thinking about what to do next when he heard a very faint knock on the door.

Dingle raised an eyebrow and had just reached the door when a low voice came from outside: "It's me."

Hearing that familiar voice, Dingle lowered his guard, and when the door opened, Wolfgang's haggard face came into view.

"I just went to see the Emperor."

Before Dingle could speak, Wolfgang entered the room and said this.

This immediately made Dingle's expression turn serious. Before closing the door, he looked down the corridor but did not see any members of the Storm Special Combat Team.

"Why did you go to see the Emperor at this time? What did you say?" Dingle asked urgently as soon as he closed the door.

Wolfgang sat down in the chair, looking exhausted, and kept rubbing his face.

Dingle, however, was already impatient and kept pressing for answers: "What did you talk about?"

Wolfgang sighed, looked up at Dingle, and said, "I made a suggestion to him, about a truce."

Upon hearing this, Dingle's pupils contracted, and he instantly became tense:

"Did he agree?" Although that's what he asked, judging from Wolfgang's current demeanor, Dingle knew that he most likely hadn't agreed.

And just as he expected, Wolfgang shook his head, looking helpless, and said:

"No consent was given."

"There is no possibility of compromise, let alone surrender. This war will continue, even if only one Gots remains."

Upon hearing this answer, Dingle's face immediately fell.

"I knew it." Then he chuckled self-deprecatingly, as if he had expected it all along.

"Sigh," Wolfgang sighed repeatedly, his face filled with frustration.

Seeing Wolfgang sighing incessantly, Dingle walked up to him and said helplessly, "You shouldn't have gone to ask him alone."

"I had to ask him myself, but thankfully, although he didn't agree, he didn't kill me as a surrenderist either." Wolfgang forced a smile.

Dingle, however, could not manage a smile. His face was grave, and he kept muttering to himself:

"You shouldn't have gone to him; this isn't a good time..."

Wolfgang leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Maybe."

"But I couldn't convince myself. I had to have a proper talk with him in person, after all... in my heart, he was once a national hero..."

Dingle frowned.

Wolfgang then said, seemingly lost in thought:

"But after talking to him... I realized that maybe it's not like that."

"He has gone mad."

"Crazy? Why do you say that?" Dingle asked.

Wolfgang suddenly sat up straight, his previously listless expression now extremely serious. He didn't explain, but said in a deep voice:

“I agree with your idea. We need to end this war as soon as possible, and the first thing we need to do now is to gain control of the country.”

Although he didn't know why Wolfgang's attitude had become so firm, Dingle was pleased to hear this, which even invigorated him, so he immediately said:

"Yes, we need to overthrow Von Palen's regime."

Wolfgang continued, "Next, I will contact those generals who want to end the war, and then unite them to force von Palen to step down..."

Dingle interrupted him with a helpless expression: "Although I really hope to gain power through non-violent means, after all, this is the best way to gain the trust of the people."

"But is that even possible now? It's impossible. Especially after you've already expressed your stance to Von Palen."

"In fact, I think he has become alert, and we may already be in danger."

"The only option left for us is violence. Abandon your illusions, Father. A new regime cannot be born without bloodshed."

After hearing this, Wolfgang turned pale. He nodded and said:

"Okay, I understand."

"He's going to give a speech at St. Mary's Square tomorrow."

Dingle's expression changed, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.