The Earl's command made the young man sitting on the sofa hum softly. He had to admit, borrowing a knife to kill someone, it was a brilliant move.
But the trusted aide was slightly taken aback and quickly lowered his head. No one understood the consequences of this order better than he did. Madara's invasion had put the mountain tribes in an unprecedented predicament—at this moment, for those tribes in the forest, any exemption from taxes or saving some food for the young and strong was a lifesaving measure.
So it was certain that the other side would not refuse, and could not refuse.
As for war, wasn't war always an everyday occurrence for those barbarians?
He quickly calculated in his mind that even without counting Madara and Sir Pallas's armies, the mountain tribes alone could muster over ten thousand troops.
This number made him somewhat restless. This time, the usually low-profile Count had made up his mind to show Duke Anlek and Princess Griffine his strength.
