"...Regent King, that's a good name."
Jelock is an excellent knight, but after all, he is a soldier.
He has no governance team of his own and cannot manage a vast duchy, ultimately having to rely on the Glanston family.
Earl Derek wore a radiant smile as he drained his glass of red wine, as if drinking a cup of rich blood.
Only after finishing the wine did he seemingly remember to add another remark.
"To the future of Campbell... cheers."
...
Andes Manor, Duke Edward's study.
The morning sunlight passed over the sparse birch trees, leaving scattered shadows on the floor of the room. The air was filled with the scent of cedar, a winter incense replaced by the manor's servants for the guests.
The weather gradually turned colder; in the blink of an eye, winter was approaching again.
As Earl Derek toasted to victory, Duke Edward leaned back in his chair, reviewing a report on the construction progress of the "Mire City" Special District, absorbed in thought.
