Chapter 1318

His worry was something the Holy Son beside him could read on the general's face at a glance—on the surface the general was the army's commander, but in truth the real power rested in the Holy Son's hands.

A military general was, after all, nothing more than a tool in the hands of the kingdom's upper echelons; how could these blockheaded men possibly be granted any advanced knowledge? All they knew were the Church's ordinances, and how to lead troops into battle and fight with force.

As for the tactics of politics, they knew absolutely nothing of them.

The so-called rules were, in truth, nothing more than a means the rulers used to bind those at the bottom; the so-called upholding of justice… was something only the rulers would bother to do.