The Distinguished Mr. Rose Chapter 111: Chapter 110: It All Comes Tumbling Down, Tumbling Down

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Chapter 110: It All Comes Tumbling Down, Tumbling Down Before the good Ganelon could make his next move, Lucius called for a meeting with the other Peers (in secret of course). Roland, Angelica, Astolfo, and even Olivier all huddled up in a discreet corner of the castle as the gentleman regaled them of the High Tribunal’s treacherous plot. No doubt they already knew of his shady dealings; however, for him to go to such lengths right after agreeing to a truce… well, it wasn’t much of a surprise. What did surprise them was his sudden urgency. The chief of administration, Olivier, pulled out a few financial documents and pointed at certain discrepancies writ within. “Sir Lucius is correct. In the past few weeks, the castle’s spending has increased drastically, with most purchases being hidden under relief efforts and supposed construction. But after comparing the numbers… none of it matches. Our treasury’s funds are being funneled into a third-party source. I have attempted to follow the paper trail, only to be led unto further dead ends; however the sparse information I could glean suggests that Ganelon’s purchases are being held in various storages hidden within the city. I am loath to say that I could not discover the exact locations.” Angelica clasped her hands together, her demeanor grim. “You believe he is stockpiling weapons?” “Yes. The High Tribunal’s intentions are quite apparent.” The gathering fell to a hush. Neither one was willing to admit the implication of this revelation, for it was too deplorable, unimaginable, even for one such as he. But the evidence left no room for doubt. Ganelon was planning a rebellion. “... Must it truly be this way?” Roland muttered, staring despondently at the ceiling. “I am not so forgiving a man to simply wave off his transgressions against us, and yet I thought, at the very least, that he believed himself a child of Francia: that for all his greed and ambition, he would still remember his pledge to protect his current Holiness. I suppose I was wrong.” The group nodded in agreement, both disgusted and appalled by how low Ganelon had stooped, but amongst them was someone still a bit hesitant. Astolfo anxiously tapped his foot and pondered to himself, before saying, “Still, doesn’t something seem off? No matter how much Ganelon hates us, this is way too rash. He’s normally a lot better at hiding his tracks, so why suddenly throw caution to the wind and risk exposing himself now of all times? The demons are still infesting the Grave of Emperors. If they escape, then no one’ll be safe. It’s like he’s… frightened by something.” Lucius innocently whistled to himself and acted oblivious. There was no reason to worry, for never would the Peers suspect the source of Ganelon’s paranoia to be standing right beside them. >[Virtual Goddess of the Wired beams with pride at seeing Lucius finally taking the steps to expose Ganelon once and for all. A seedy man such as the High Tribunal should have faced retribution long ago. Now, there’s nowhere else to run]< >[Sinister Interdimensional Bureaucrat says that their employers are quite satisfied after having witnessed Lucius’s diplomatic capability. To sway one’s enemy to their side is a skill most sought after amongst Stars like them]< >[Number 1 Rated Salesman 1997 yawns and tells Lucius to just jump the son of a (CENSORED) already]< “On the contrary, this is the perfect time to stage a revolt,” Olivier said, pushing up his glasses. “The common citizenry have already evacuated. Should Ganelon succeed, he’d need only to lay the blame on us, and there’d be not a soul to refute him - no witnesses to shout otherwise. He would have us all die for the sake of his heretical rulership." “But there’s no way that’ll work! Surely, the emperor won’t tolerate his lies?” Astolfo said. The young man seemed completely assured of this fact, but the others could only look away, their bodies tense and doubtful. In the end, it was Roland who had to deliver the truth. “Ast