"There's another way?"
"Your Majesty, please summon this Viscount Robertson immediately! The Algeria Kingdom is willing to pay a hefty price to resolve this!"
The Algerian envoy looked as if he'd been thrown a lifeline. If this wasn't handled properly, his future would almost certainly be over.
However, if he handled it well, it would undoubtedly add a brilliant feather to his political cap.
After all, the airship wasn't his, so he didn't bear the primary responsibility.
"Where is Noah's airship now?"
Louis III, seeing a glimmer of hope, looked toward the Knight Commander of the Golden Griffin Knight Order at his side.
The Royal Capital had over a hundred Griffin Knights, but the airship was at an altitude of two thousand meters. A griffin carrying a person could fly a hundred-odd meters high at most, and not with easy maneuverability. If Prince Noah were to jump and they failed to catch him, that would be a fine mess.
