Meanwhile, in the Emperor’s office.

“What on earth am I supposed to do!?”

The Emperor paced anxiously in front of a few nobles who had long claimed to be on his side. Although it was during official working hours and he was dressed in a perfectly tailored uniform, the crooked mustache, bloodshot eyes, and sallow complexion clearly indicated that he was far from composed.

A crumpled newspaper in the Emperor’s hand revealed a glimpse of the headline through the creased paper.

**"Who really belongs in prison?"**

The article openly pointed out that while one of the gentlemen involved in the …