*The doors of the Diet are thrown open with a deafening bang. Dozens of Teutonic Knights in full armor rush into the chamber, swords drawn. They form themselves into a semicircle, backs to the door, facing the center of the Diet chamber. More knights can be seen behind them, guarding the room from the outside. The Chancellor steps into the room, carefully remaining behind the cordon of steel.*

Rude. RUDE?!

You have committed the Reich to the fires of Hell! You have made us the targets for all who wish to gain favor with the Pope! Already we are attacked by Poland, Venice, Milan, and France. Now Denmark and Hungary will turn their armies towards us. How are we to protect our lands, our peoples, from so many enemies at once?!

You have perverted the law to serve your evil ends and you have manipulated me into providing you with the resources you needed for this blasphemy! I will NOT be your dog! You may be Kaiser and Otto may be Duke of Bavaria, but for now I remain Chancellor. You shall never again receive support of any kind from me. As your loyal minions fight and die in their unholy Crusade, you had best pray that the Prince of Lies animates their dead bodies to continue your war, for only in that way will you be replenished! The Bavarian Household Army will receive nothing of any kind until I am forced to supply it by law. Even then it will be manned with peasants rounded up from the stockades and brothels!

With God's blessing, Pope Gregory will slay you himself, but know that even if he falls I will remain! Your victory will turn to ashes in your hands and you will wither and die under my gaze. You will not survive what is to come!

*The Chancellor begins chanting in Latin and makes the sign of the Cross. His eyes close and his face turns upwards. He mumbles something quickly under his breath, before returning his gaze to the Kaiser. For what seems like ages, the two men stare at each other, unspeaking. Then the Chancellor turns on his heels and storms out of the Diet. The Teutonic Knights back out slowly, leaving the doors gaping open, the lock broken and the hinges bent.*