"Bring Gulvar Lyren down! Hold him accountable!"
"Bring Gulvar Lyren down!"
The chaos in the capital was growing worse, spiraling out of control. People kept kicking the palace walls, as if they wanted to tear them down.
On top of one of the buildings, Nolan stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
His face was expressionless, devoid of emotion.
"I don't know how the royal palace will resolve this issue. Karakh executed it too perfectly," he whispered.
Although he hated Karakh, he had to admit the man was extremely clever—worthy of becoming the next king.
Karakh was a master of plotting from the shadows, manipulating propaganda, and using various other methods to sway the masses.
In Nolan's previous world, political opposition often employed such tactics to overthrow legitimate governments.
In his own country, such incidents had already occurred twice. The Frey family had nearly been dragged into the turmoil, shaken to its core.
