When Rozier finished speaking, no one in the room dared to break the silence. The stillness was so profound that the sound of a pin drop might have been audible. Finally, the emperor spoke, his voice trembling.
"What should we do?"
He was clearly frightened. Sensing the atmosphere was in his favor, Rozier allowed a small smile to creep onto his face.
"I have a plan, Your Majesty."
For the past month, Sylas had been tirelessly engaged in distributing territories. Even the rewards for minor knights had to be personally managed by him.
"Sir Bain shall receive Voleng, Sir Kalimbor shall take Yorkmoor, and Sir Marvis shall have Hargfors."
"Thank you, Your Excellency!"
"Rudvika is quite large, so I will only grant the right to collect taxes. Sir Barrington, Sir Lumos, and Sir Behain will divide the tax revenue into three shares."
"Understood, Your Excellency!"