"Your Majesty, perhaps you could send Sir Leander to persuade her." another person suggested.
"Your Majesty, why don't we simply send troops to defeat them and reclaim those lands?" the Knight Commander eagerly offered to take on the task himself.
Although he was the Emperor's Knight Commander, he did not possess any territory of his own. Even if it was a remote area, he would not be picky.
"Let Leander go and try first. If she does not listen, then we will directly send troops to reclaim the territory," the Emperor did not wish for war, as war incurred expenses.
With that money, he preferred to host more balls. Even if this war was won, he would gain nothing, so it was better not to fight.
The person sent to find Marquis Leander had just arrived at his doorstep when he learned the Marquis was ill.
He found it hard to believe. Only when he actually entered the Marquis's residence and saw him did he confirm that the man was truly sick.
Not just sick, but gravely ill. He was already bedridden and unable to get up. Upon seeing him, Mr. Leander wanted to rise but failed after several attempts.
He conveyed the Emperor's wishes to Mr. Leander, but he felt that this gentleman would likely be unable to complete the Emperor's task.
"I, I'm afraid my current condition prevents me from going there," Mr. Leander's health had suddenly deteriorated recently, and he had grown increasingly weak.
In just a month, he was completely bedridden.
"I will return and inform His Majesty of your condition. However, as you know, your daughter's actions have greatly angered His Majesty. If you cannot go, His Majesty might very well send troops," he said with some hesitation.
Send troops. He actually hoped they would send troops. His sudden weakness felt similar to what his wife and son had experienced before.
This made him suspect they were the ones who acted against him. They were almost dead, but then they suddenly recovered completely. Afterwards, they left the royal capital and went to his daughter.
Did they discover that he was the one who tampered with their bodies, and thus they retaliated against him?
He had already summoned high-ranking officials from the Church. His other daughter was now a Saintess of the Church of Light, so surely she could help.
He had poisoned all three of them – his wife and two children. Yet Angelina had never shown any symptoms. Wasn't it because of her Light Magic?
He didn't know what drug he had been given, but he believed in the capabilities of the Church of Light. As long as their high-ranking officials arrived, they would surely save him.
When the Emperor learned of Mr. Leander's grave illness, he remembered that he had not heard any news from Leander for a long time.
"Is this illness real or fake?"
"It's real. I also sent someone to check on him, and he is currently awaiting the arrival of people from the Church."
"Does he still think of himself as the father of the former 'Rose of the Church,' believing that high-ranking officials from the Church can be summoned at will?" the Emperor said with some mockery.
Why did Madam Vivian look at that Leander with such admiration? Even he, the Emperor, rarely saw her smile so brightly, yet she had smiled at Mr. Leander.
This made the Emperor very displeased.
"Since he is gravely ill, let him not go. Find someone else to persuade Angelina," the Emperor waved his hand.
"Yes, but Your Majesty, others likely have no connection with Angelina," he hesitated, as this person had not lived in the royal capital for many years, spending most of her time at the Church.
"Then let the Church handle it. Did they not banish that person? It would be good to appease the 'Saintess'." The Emperor did not care about a few deaths, but he absolutely could not tolerate the expenditure of his treasury through war.
Lin Yan was unaware that the Emperor, for fear of spending money, had no intention of sending troops and only wished for her to submit directly.
However, she did learn about the news of Mr. Leander's illness. The information came from the Succubus Lady. Mr. Leander was currently bedridden and unable to get up.