Hearing Orlan's cold, blunt words, Jason didn't get angry. He simply smiled and took a sip of his tea.
"An explanation? What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb!" The fat Count had had enough. He slammed his palm on the table and shouted, "You've been working with the Holy Empire of Valtanir and the rebels, haven't you!? Just admit it!"
The Viscount sitting to Orlan's left also lost his temper and hurled insults at Jason.
"I never expected you to turn out like this, Duke Malvain. You're truly disgusting!"
The respect they once had for Jason was gone. All that remained was disgust and anger.
Millions of people along the border had lost their lives to the rebels. Many nobles who had defended the fallen towns had also perished, and only a few had survived.
As fellow nobles from the southern region, they had repeatedly urged Jason to take action and put an end to the crisis.
