The cold wind blew in from outside the council hall, but what made the nobles tremble more than the chill were the words Louis had just tossed onto the table.
Each sentence felt like ice water dousing their hearts.
"Civil war in the Imperial Capital... supply lines cut... no buyers for ore... forced taxes..."
These words, which had always seemed distant and something that only appeared in the political gossip of the Imperial Capital, suddenly became a noose around their necks.
The Northern Territory, a bitter cold land that had barely survived for hundreds of years thanks to the South's grain supply, what if it were abandoned by the Empire?
It would be no different from an old, abandoned person thrown into a snow pit.
The conference hall instantly turned into chaos, with the noise growing louder and more disordered, as if the collapse of the Empire was already at the gates of Frost Halberd City.
