When Ghislain arrived in the capital, word of his presence quickly spread, drawing crowds eager to catch a glimpse of him.
âItâs the Commander of the Northern Army!â
âThey say heâs single-handedly eliminating the Rifts!â
âHeâs the kingdomâs last hope!ân/oÌ/vel/b//jn dot c//om
By now, Ghislainâs name was known to everyone in the Kingdom of Rutania. Since the outbreak of the Rifts and the ensuing plagues, the kingdomâs economy had suffered worse than during any drought.
Without Ghislain and his northern army, recovery would not have come as swiftly as it had. On top of that, his actionsâdisciplining selfish lords and distributing medicine to the peopleâmade him a celebrated hero among the common folk.
Maurice laughed heartily and clapped Ghislain on the shoulder. To Maurice, Ghislain was a godsend, taking on the brunt of the kingdomâs problems with his northern army. Thanks to him, Maurice had been able to concentrate the royal army on guarding the southern borders and containing the ducal faction.
Ghislain, however, was quietly wondering when exactly he had become Marquis McQuarryâs ânephew.â
âCome, letâs head inside. Everyoneâs waiting.â
Welcomed by the royalist nobles, Ghislain entered the royal palace, where he was promptly ushered into a grand hall. There, he met a gathering of ornately dressed delegates from various kingdoms, alongside Marquis Branford and key figures from the royal faction.
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