Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren's words were filled with confidence and domineering spirit, moving everyone present. They began to re-examine this overlooked young man and reassess the strength of the empire.

Count Monroe gradually regained his composure in contemplation. His brow was furrowed, as if he were engaged in a fierce struggle deep within his heart. Although Soren's words were full of confidence, Count Monroe did not dare to believe them easily. After all, war was not a child's play, and the consequences of a misjudgment would be unimaginable.

Gustav noticed Count Monroe's doubts. He glanced at Breyer again, as if asking, "How credible are these words?"

Breyer shrugged helplessly, indicating that he knew nothing about it. As Minister of Military Affairs, how could he not know when the empire had such a large force?

Especially the Royal Guard Knights. When he went to inspect them last month, their strength had just exceeded 30,000. Being suddenly told they numbered 100,000 left Breyer speechless.

But he noticed that Count Monroe's expression did reveal a hint of horror.

Soren watched the changes in Count Monroe's expression, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth. "What? Scared?" he said mockingly. "That idiot Prince Colin really thinks that the other princes will be as foolish as him, attacking the capital with all their might? They will only put on a show at the border, waiting for Prince Colin to fight the capital to the death. Once Prince Colin shows signs of weakness, these princes who are watching will immediately withdraw their troops back to their territories, and then submit letters of apology to Father, clearing themselves of any involvement. As for Prince Colin's lineage, humph, they will ultimately become a mere interlude in the long river of history."

Listening to Soren's analysis, the doubts in Count Monroe's heart did not completely dissipate, but he had to admit that Soren's words did have some truth to them.

This war, seemingly grand in scale, was actually full of undercurrents, with various forces secretly competing, and no one willing to be the first to stick their neck out.

Prince Colin might really just be a pawn in this political vortex.

Thinking of this, Count Monroe couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated mood. He couldn't show a trace of cowardice at this time.

"Haha, very well, then let's see if His Majesty's Royal Guard Knights' lances are more powerful, or my Northwest Iron Guard's steel blades are sharper."

Count Monroe turned and left the hall. As Prince Colin's representative in the capital, he was safe before the end of the war, but once Prince Colin was defeated, he and his family would be buried with Prince Colin.

Soren's performance today had obviously won Gustav's appreciation, and the emperor's face showed a satisfied expression. With the command, "You may all withdraw!", the ministers in the hall respectfully bowed and retreated in response.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The response echoed in the hall, and all the officials except the five key ministers prepared to leave. However, just as they were about to step out of the threshold of the hall, Gustav's voice rang out again: "Soren, you stay!"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

The princes were slightly stunned, exchanging complex glances with each other.

Nicholas's body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if some emotion deep in his heart had been touched by these words. He hurriedly quickened his pace, almost fleeing from the hall.

Samuel stood in place, lost in thought. His eyes were deep, as if he were contemplating the deeper meaning behind these words and how it would affect the future political landscape of the empire.

In stark contrast to their reactions, Yaso and Korena looked delighted.

In the empire, before becoming the crown prince, princes and princesses were not allowed to participate in state affairs.

Now, Gustav deliberately kept Soren behind to participate in state affairs discussions, which undoubtedly conveyed a clear signal—Soren was about to be appointed as the crown prince.

As the doors of the hall slowly closed, Soren and Gustav were left facing each other, and an unspeakable tension and expectation filled the air.

Emperor Gustav's face sank slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Come, my good son, quickly tell me, where have those 100,000 Royal Guard Knights gone? Where have My millions of troops disappeared to?" His words carried a hint of jest and questioning, his eyes fixed on Soren, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Breyer and Robert next to him couldn't help but laugh, but quickly concealed their gaffe. They knew that this situation was indeed a bit embarrassing for Soren.

The ministers stopped their small movements and looked at Soren curiously, wanting to hear how he would explain all of this.

Soren then elaborated on his strategy: "As I just said, the Seven Kings Rebellion seems to be aggressive, but in reality, the only force we really need to deal with is Prince Colin's army. As long as we appear strong enough, the other princes will not dare to act rashly."

Robert, as the Prime Minister, had a very high sensitivity to military strategies. He took the lead in asking: "Then may I ask, Seventh Prince, how should we behave to appear strong?"

Soren smiled slightly, confidently snapped his fingers, and began to explain his plan in detail: "We can first let the Royal Guard Knights move out and station themselves in the camp outside the city, putting on a posture of being ready to strike. Then, in the dead of night, we can secretly bring them back into the city, and the next day, we can ostentatiously leave the imperial city again."

Breyer was dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, while Robert's eyes lit up. Why hadn't they thought of operating like this?

This was simply a genius plan!

"Then how do we solve the problem of the main force?" Neumann raised a key question. The number of knights was relatively small, so they could be operated flexibly, but the main force consisted of hundreds of thousands of people, making it difficult to carry out similar deception.

Soren, however, seemed confident: "This problem is actually very simple. When we march out, we can use one legion as two. We just need to stuff the civilians transporting supplies into the ranks and have them leave the city together."