"So, what are German's demands, or rather, what do the soldiers think?" The Emperor casually pushed the ink bottle and parchment gently back in front of Rudolph.
"Your Majesty, the generals of the Empire and Marshal Heilberg both believe this is a threat, and we should deploy our Imperial Army to eliminate it," Rudolph immediately said sternly. "Otherwise, they will bring us trouble sooner or later!"
Archbishop Vicma, sitting at a distance, found it odd. Emperor Carl Franz had always been decisive and opinionated in handling internal affairs; why was he hesitating and dragging things out today, repeatedly asking for subordinate opinions?
However, the church does not interfere in imperial internal affairs—an unwritten rule. Since the Emperor did not ask for his opinion, Vicma could only wait, and he simply closed his eyes to rest.
While speaking, Rudolph's hands did not stop, and soon another parchment was placed in front of the Emperor.
