One misstep could lead to a fall from which there is no return.
Upon hearing Saint Laurent VI’s inquiry, Lynn began to speak slowly, "The old Marquis’ argument is somewhat laughable."
"You are the ones who brought up the doubts about me, and proposed the use of the Sealed Object to probe into the memories. I have done everything you asked, without any shirking, but in the end, you still want to pin the fabrication of memories on me. This, I do not accept."
Hearing this, Marquis Mosgla clenched his teeth in anger, "But it’s not completely impossible! On your return to the Imperial Capital, you must have already thought of a way to deal with this matter, moreover..."
"Moreover, the Third Prince is by your side, her power is immense, capable of altering memories, so I... I do not accept such results!"
Although it was confirmed that the Sealed Object could detect traces of memory tampering, what if there were some mistakes?
At this moment, Marquis Mosgla was truly being unreasonable.
Just then, a light laugh reached everyone’s ears.
People instinctively looked back and saw that Princess Ivyst, who was seated in her wheelchair, had for some reason begun to cast her gaze over here.
Because her previous reaction had been so indifferent, everyone had assumed that she was ready to abandon Lynn like a sacrificial pawn.
But now it seemed that was not the case.
Princess Ivyst looked at the opposition with a nonchalant expression, "I’ve heard too many similar doubts from childhood, and I am already weary of them."
Marquis Mosgla opened his mouth but was unable to say a word.
In the next second, the woman’s voice suddenly turned extremely cold.
"But being weary does not mean I am accustomed to such matters," said Princess Ivyst, her crimson eyes locking onto him like a venomous snake, "You old fool, do you dare to doubt me without being prepared to gamble with your life?"
Suddenly, a bone-chilling coldness swept through Marquis Mosgla like a freezing current.
Eunice could no longer support his aged body, and he fell to the ground with a "thud."
A hint of displeasure appeared in Saint Laurent VI’s eyes; it seemed that he was quite opposed to Princess Ivyst’s behavior.
He raised the Holy Wand and forcefully struck the ground with it.
Invisible Holy Spirit Power swept across the entire scene, instantly dissolving the terrible murderous intent that had emerged from Princess Ivyst.
"Do you act as if I do not exist?!"
Saint Laurent VI looked angrily at Princess Ivyst.
But she simply did not bother to engage with him, and after doing all that, without looking back, she pushed her wheelchair back to her original position.
Seeing this, a glint of coldness flashed in Saint Laurent VI’s eyes.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
As for the dispute and conflict between father and daughter, no one had the authority to step forward and mediate.
After a moment of silence, Saint Laurent VI chose to move past the topic.
He looked down at Marquis Mosgla who was prostrate on the ground, once more expressing the Emperor’s indifference, "Lord Fred, since you are not feeling well, you may go home and rest first."
"Let Ralph temporarily take over the duties of the Military Affairs Minister. Once you have recovered, you can come back to take over."
He was not truly indifferent to that statement of "deaf and weak" mentioned by Dalion.
But by now, no one cared whether it was true or false.
When such a scene was presented before everyone, they sentenced the Mosgla family to death.
But in the end, it didn’t matter.
Because the backstabbing family had not risen to power due to Marquis Mosgla alone, the real power behind the scenes was still the Empire’s youngest Valkyrie.
So, the punishment for Marquis Mosgla was in fact quite lenient.
As long as Irina had not fallen from power, then once the dust settled, rising again would be as easy as turning one’s hand.
Everything depended on but a word from Saint Laurent VI.
This became the consensus in the hearts of the people.
However, consensus aside, not everyone could accept it.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Marquis Mosgla replied in a trembling voice, his eyes red.
Originally, tonight’s banquet was meant to plunge Lynn into an abyss from which there is no return, but in the end, not only did it not affect him at all, but it even dragged him down as well.
Marquis Mosgla roared inwardly with fury, feeling an unbearable frustration in his chest.
But at the moment, he only had the option to retreat.
With this in mind, he glanced towards Cardinal Connor standing behind Saint Laurent VI.
The other man’s expression was calm, and he gave a barely noticeable nod.
This boy must not be spared!
Clearly, this was the consensus they had reached.
Ever since they laid their hands on the Bartleion family over a year ago, they were locked in an unending struggle with the young man before them.
Thinking this, Marquis Mosgla’s expression darkened, and with the support of Eunice, he slowly made his way to the door.
Eunice was also filled with unprecedented shock and disbelief.
Before tonight’s banquet, she had thought that her family had climbed to the very top echelons of the Imperial Capital and felt immense pride.
Surrounded by constant flattery, Eunice had even begun to lose herself.
But the glory and power that the family once held were stripped away cleanly, with just one word from Saint Laurent VI.
Without the position of Military Affairs Minister, their Mosgla family’s power would be greatly diminished!