"Have you heard? The Red Tide Territory attacked Viscount Zachariah's land."
"What? Did they resort to violence over territorial exchanges? That's too excessive... Are they rebelling?"
Upon hearing the news, the entire nobility circle in the Southeast of the Northern Territory was shaken.
In council halls and reception rooms, hushed discussions spread like wildfire.
"Even for the Red Tide Territory, such behavior is too reckless."
"Who dares negotiate with them now? Today it's Zachariah; tomorrow will it be me?"
Quite a few people began crafting anonymous letters to the Imperial Capital.
The letters were filled with accusations of "forcible land seizure," "military threats," and "violating imperial agreements."
Doubt, fear, anger... quietly grew between the nobles and traders.
The prestige of the Red Tide Territory seemed to be teetering on the edge of collapse.
Until the Red Tide Territory publicly displayed the remnants left from the war.
