"Imre, I truly want you to understand, I believe you're not colluding with the Crusaders, but... this charge, you can't go!"
Imre's friend patted his shoulder and said:
"You are the legitimate heir to the Gransham Territory, and after the Marquis Gransham met with issues, you are the only one who can effectively manage this domain.
If the [Dawn Star] can successfully detonate, the arrangements for the subsequent affairs of Gransham City will require your handling.
You must live well, for the Federation.
The charge, leave it to me. I need to borrow Gransham City's Spin for a bit... most likely for the kind that won't come back."
Imre opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, could only bow his head dejectedly:
"I understand, I will assist you well."
Several members of the Silver Guard Army glanced at each other and smiled.
