Ramp turned his head, his hideous and ugly face still wearing a kindly smile, but an unusual light flickered in his eyes, his tone questioning.
"Duke Adrian, are you saying... I personally orchestrated this disaster?"
"No, Lord Ramp, I just feel that all of this is too suspicious."
Adrian shook his head, releasing a gentle light from his palm that slowly healed the wounds on his body, then said in a calm yet firm voice:
"All the powerful nobles of the Seleucid Alliance have perished, leaving only me. The Cassandra People killed them and slaughtered many civilians, becoming an undeniable culprit, indistinguishable from the enemy.
Soon, in the Seleucid region, a wave of hostility against the Cassandra People should emerge, drawing a clear line with them. And after this event, the greatest beneficiary is your Empire, isn't it?"
"Hehe..."
The ogre let out a sneering laugh, then waved his hand slowly and said, "Do you think the ultimate beneficiary must be the mastermind?
