Early the next morning, as Perfikot prepared to leave the royal palace by carriage, he happened to see another royal carriage being loaded with various luggage, and beside it was a bawling and thrashing Justinian.
"I am the Duke of Windesore! How dare you disrespect me! I will kill you all! I will kill you all!" At that moment, Justinian was being forced onto a carriage by several royal guards, unwilling to be sent to Shack County like this, he was shouting and kicking up a fuss.
Seeing him in such a disgraceful state, the expression on Perfikot's face was a bit strained, and his resolve grew firmer in his thoughts.
In the face of impending doom, if the Empire were entrusted to someone like this, it wouldn't survive even a year.
Even in peacetime, a king or emperor like Justinian would be a tragedy for the nation and would certainly become a tyrant.
