“T-this is…” Count Hisain shouted while clutching the armrest of his chair. His hands were trembling.

It was due to the contents of the letter he had just received from his son in Demiere, Grigon.

“This… how does this make any sense? He dares…!” Count Hisain shouted while shuddering with anger.

This incited a battle of loyalty between his subjects.

“You cannot stand idle! Even if he is the king of another country, how could he dare to harm the knight commander of our nation?! The late Sir Carmier was a glorious sword of our country! You must complain to the King of Maren as soon as he arrives at the castle!”

“What nonsense is that?!” Count Hisain roared, and the nobles shrank back in their spots.

Why was the count getting angry at them? The nobles were bewildered by the unexpected response. Count Hisain pointed at the nobles before continuing, “Are you all out of your minds? Do what to the King of Maren regarding Sir Carmier? We should be grateful to him for letting the matter slide like this!”

“Ah…”

“I-I apologize.”

The nobles shrank back even further. They had forgotten in the rare anger of their monarch that even though their lord—Count Hisain—was petty and miserly, he wasn’t incompetent by any means. On the contrary, he was...