There are matters of varying urgency, and now is not the time to consider one's wedding. As long as the presence lurking behind the scenes remains, one shouldn't hope to live a peaceful life.
Aiven believes that as soon as the other side sees the cholera management plan from his side, even before it proves effective, there's a chance the adversary will make another move, causing the duchy officials to struggle in vain.
Unlike past enemies who straightforwardly fought head-on, this time he is facing a complete conspirator, a coiled snake waiting for the right moment, with schemes and plots as the most lethal venom from its mouth.
The previous slave revolts and widespread plague can be resolved using the technical reserves in his hands. But with such a large target as the duchy on display, how could it be flawless?
There's bound to be a point where defenses will miss.
The only one-time solution is to drag it out and... scatter its ashes to the wind!
