I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

Not long after Fabio bought off the third-rate mercenary group, the lands of the Protestant lords, including the Saxon Electorate, were thrown into chaos.

Those who followed the Saxon Elector, outraged, united in condemning the situation.

"Saxon Elector! What in the world is going on here?"

"Please, explain what happened!"

"Speak, speak!"

The Saxon Elector would have liked nothing more than to sew their mouths shut.

Had he done even the slightest wrong, he wouldn’t have minded the accusations.

The Saxon Elector himself was in no way responsible for the current situation...

‘If anyone’s the biggest victim here, it’s me. You idiots who have nothing but rocks in your heads.’

But, as a leader, someone who would eventually become emperor, he could not outright ignore the complaints of those who would serve him in the future.

The Saxon Elector took three deep breaths internally and calmed himself down.

"Everyone, please calm down."

"Can this even be calmed down?"

"Brandenburg Margrave, if we are to solve this, shouldn’t we first find out the cause?"

"Hah, hearing you speak, I suppose you’ve already found the cause."

The Margrave looked ready to charge at the speaker if he continued with such trivial nonsense.

After all, the Margrave, Saxon Elector (Duke), and the King of Prussia were all Electors in terms of rank.

Who would wield more influence among the Protestant factions would determine who would become the next emperor.