CH801 Fabien's Proposal
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Crack! Shatter~!
A sharp crack echoed through the hall.
Everyone turned towards Viscount Dunhill, who had crushed the one of the armrests of his chair with his bare hand.
Although he maintained a calm façade, the oppressive aura radiating from him revealed his true emotions.
Seeing their commander's simmering rage, the sycophants present were quick to speak.
"Who does this Count think he is? Does he believe a few piled rubble is enough to defend against a Beast Tide?"
"Exactly. Doesn't he realise he'll only make things more difficult for us if the Frontier March tries—and fails—to defend itself?"
"This is what happens when you hand a noble title to a child."
"Even if he is young, he's still an heir of the renowned House Skywalker. Doesn't he know what the Berserk Beasts did to his predecessors? Shouldn't he know his place?"
"He must be bluffing. Perhaps he simply wants to make a little money before running back to wherever he came from."
