The beautiful Miss Barbara stood in the firelight not far away, still wearing the magnificent armor she wore on stage, waving her arms excitedly at him.
Three days later, in the office of the Prime Minister in Xicheng.
A weary Emerson was discussing the report with his assistants when suddenly a quarrel broke out outside the door. A large foot slammed into the door, and an old knight in armor, sword in hand, stormed into the room, pointing his finger at the Prime Minister and launching into a tirade.
"You spineless coward! Why haven't you responded to the Knights' report on their expedition to Lone Rock City yet?!"
Emerson didn't even need to look; he knew from the voice that the person coming could only be Cumberland.
Emerson waved to his left and right, signaling them to step back, and then told Cumberland to sit down first. He said, "You should know that whether or not Muxi City launches a war against other countries is the king's prerogative."
The latter, still furious, roared, "But His Majesty also said that in case of an emergency, the cabinet can discuss and make its own decision."
“That’s the problem!” Emerson tapped the table with his knuckles and said in a deep voice, “The cabinet is not just my cabinet! I need to consult with other members before deciding to launch a war. The Minister of Economy told me that the national treasury is tight this year, the Minister of Agriculture told me that there is a shortage of labor in the fields, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs will bring up the incident in St. Defence City to warn me how unwise it is to enter another country’s territory without authorization!”
Cumberland jumped to his feet, kicking the chair he was sitting on away from the floor: "Discuss, discuss! Discuss my ass! Do you even know what's going on?! The Southerners have already invaded Moonbrook Plains! In a few days, those bastards will be coming into the city to stab you in the ass!"
Emerson, his face flushed with anger at the other's words, slammed the documents on the table over and roared, "Do you think I want to just stand by and watch the enemy approach?! Do you know what those people outside call me?! The Shadow King! Listen to that! The Shadow King! If I don't watch my words and actions now, I'll be..."
Cumberland coldly interrupted Emerson: "In the end, all you're worried about is your reputation and status. That old buddy I knew, the one who dared to dream and act on his ideals, is already dead..."
After saying this, Cumberland turned around and left the room without looking back.
Watching Cumberland's departing figure, Emerson looked dejected, as if he had used up all his strength. He slumped into a chair, slowly closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister..."
An assistant cautiously peeked in from the doorway, looking at Emerson with unease.
After a long while, Emerson let out a long sigh of relief, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any hesitation in them.
As he wrote the words "wartime cabinet" on the paper, he said to his assistant, "Notify all cabinet members to hold an emergency meeting. I have something important to announce."
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