Now, things are different. Gray Rock Province has fallen.
The centuries-old foundation of the Raymond family has been cut out inch by inch by that cold knife from the Northern Territory.
Kaelin knew very well what that meant.
Without the wealth of Gray Rock Province, without the continuous supply of private troops, Raymond would no longer be the true controller of the Empire.
He was merely a defeated man carrying a group of remnant soldiers, fleeing back to the Imperial Capital in panic.
"Grand Marshal..." Kaelin slowly savored this title in his heart, a hint of uncontrollable violent pleasure appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Do you still have the right to treat me as a pawn now?"
The feeling was peculiar.
Louis's knife from the Northern Territory had not struck him but had precisely pierced through Raymond's toughest armor.
So, he was somewhat grateful to Louis, this wild wolf.
