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Chapter 830 - 830 70 The Divided Kingdom and the Coliseum

830: Chapter 70: The Divided Kingdom and the Coliseum 830: Chapter 70: The Divided Kingdom and the Coliseum “Today, I invited everyone here primarily to discuss the future of the kingdom.

Due to the civil war, my Warhammer Kingdom has suffered heavy losses, and at this moment the Alien Race Army…”

“Hmph!”

“Hmph!”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he was interrupted by two successive cold snorts, leaving Joseph II’s face an ashen color.

He was the King of Warhammer Kingdom, and he had never imagined that his subordinates would show him such disrespect.

Even if they were in the midst of a division, for the sake of the kingdom’s dignity, they should at least put on a front in front of outsiders!

Regrettably, Joseph II’s fantasy ultimately shattered.

Representatives of both camps explicitly showed through their actions: they did not acknowledge him as their king.

Were it not for the constraints of the game rules, whether King Joseph II would have survived until now was an uncertainty.

Reality is so cruel; political balance seems like a game every monarch plays, but not everyone can play it smoothly.

Once it collapses, the backlash must be faced.

“Everyone calm down, I invited you here today to solve problems, not to intensify conflicts.

The Ancient tribes’ Army is pressing down, and the Elf Race is also stirring, Warhammer Kingdom is at its most perilous moment.

If you continue to behave this way, you all should know what will happen next.

The assistance of the Human Alliance isn’t something we can rely on shortly, at the moment we can only depend on ourselves,” Count Reynato said solemnly.

The division of Warhammer Kingdom is what Moxi Duchy wants to see, but only after the continental war, not at this moment of collapse.

A unified Warhammer Kingdom could barely withstand the Alien Race’s troops, let alone one wracked by internal strife.

To drag this out another day and buy time for himself, Count Francis had no choice but to pull together various countries of the Northern Continent to mediate Warhammer Kingdom’s internal dispute.

“Count Reynato, I apologize for today’s farce.

At this point in the kingdom, we all bear responsibility, yet some are always unwilling to admit it.

Enough!

We are obviously not meant to be together; rather than reluctantly staying together and fighting every day, it’s better to simply separate.”

During his speech, teardrops had already fallen from Marshal Borg’s eyes.

As a pillar of Warhammer Kingdom, having to personally split the kingdom he had dedicated most of his life to, was beyond words.

But there was no choice, being a part of the aristocratic circle constrained him.

As a representative of the Western Nobles of the Kingdom, his first duty was to preserve the group’s interests.

Oppressed by the Eastern Aristocrats for centuries, they had finally gained an upper hand, only to spark a civil war instead of securing more rights.

With the situation having escalated to this point, there was no turning back for him, as the interest group behind him pushed their spokesperson forward.

“If we separate, so be it, it’s not like anyone is begging you to stay together!

All you ever do is fight for power and profit, without you lot, the kingdom would only develop better!” Prime Minister Guy retorted sharply.

Since they were on opposing sides, they could not afford to lose momentum.

Regardless of personal preferences, each had an interest group supporting them; he had no choice either.

In the blink of an eye, the negotiations fell into a deadlock.

Dividing the family wasn’t as simple as just talking about it; it also involved territory allocation.

A civil war had already been fought; it would be surprising if the boundary lines could be agreed upon in just a few words.

If they were to dwell on this issue, things would become troublesome.

“Both of you, please calm down for a moment.

Whether to separate is an internal matter for you, and as outsiders, we should not interfere.

But one thing you must consider is that now the Alien Race Army has already pressed down, and Warhammer Kingdom is at a critical juncture.

Just the Ancient tribes’ army alone is keeping everyone busy, if the Elf Race also sends troops, it will be even more troublesome.

At such a critical moment, we need to temporarily set aside our differences and unite to overcome the hardship.

If you can’t manage that, then you might as well gamble and see if the Alien Race Army will show you any mercy!

No matter how great the disputes over interests are, you first need to survive.

You better think it through, as we do not have much time left,” Count Gustavo earnestly urged.

As the Envoy of the Kingdom of Alpha to Warhammer Kingdom, he was on a mission.

The fate of Warhammer Kingdom wasn’t important, the key was to buy time for his own kingdom.

The longer these people held on, the more preparation time Kingdom of Alpha could have.

Under such circumstances, he naturally did not want to see the situation get out of control.

“Count Gustavo, the logic is sound, but if some issues aren’t clarified now, they will become even harder to address later.

Leaving other issues aside, after the separation, to whom does the king belong?

Surely we can’t continue to have two houses ruling together?

Never mind, let’s be generous.

Bearing in mind the heavy losses you incurred during the Orcs’ invasion, let His Majesty the King stay with you.

Most of the Royal Family’s lands are in the Eastern Region anyway, so separating directly based on geography spares us from dwelling over this issue,” Marshal Borg said with a look of disdain.

Last resort, from a kingdom to a duchy, if they could just get rid of Joseph II this disaster, even a little sacrifice was worth it.

The Western Aristocrats’ refusal to accept Joseph II as king didn’t mean the Eastern Aristocrats would welcome him.

In the last invasion by the Orcs, Kingdom of Alpha and Moxi Duchy put their armies in the hands of their most capable generals, only Joseph II, in his pursuit of political balance, went to the front lines himself.