"If you doubt me, go check the tax rates of other lords! Compare them, and you'll be so dumbfounded you won't be able to speak!"
Halken slammed his desk with his palms, his voice echoing through the room. His knights, who were once his mercenary comrades, exchanged uneasy glances.
If what Halken said was true, this was no ordinary issue—it meant the Emperor had deliberately set out to exploit the southern lords he had appointed.
"Has the Emperor lost his mind? Why would he do this after appointing us himself?"
"Maybe he's trying to cover his entertainment expenses by squeezing us dry?"
"No, not even senility would lead to something this absurd," another retorted.
Halken rubbed his face, frustration evident. He had some idea why the Emperor was acting this way.