One-tenth might seem like a small amount, but Black Stone Castle wasn't some border town like Kalia; a tenth of its wealth was an unimaginable fortune.
'And who's to say that after I'm the first to break into the castle, I'd obediently limit my looting to a mere one-tenth?'
'As long as I just stick it in the System Space and no one sees me do it, who would dare risk the Sword of Damocles hanging over their head to accuse me of corruption?'
"Tomorrow morning, at the sound of the first horn."
...
「Three days ago.」
It was a time of great anxiety in Debei, where the war between two Dukes had thrown the entire domain into a state of panic.
Farmers cautiously drove their oxcarts, terrified of being robbed by rogue soldiers. Prostitutes worked tirelessly to please their powerful clients, hoping to glean scraps of information. In the taverns, Mercenaries shot the breeze, boasting that the raging war meant it was time for them to earn their commissions.
