Julien frowned, not fully understanding Ghislainâs words. Ghislain sighed and elaborated further.
âWeâre going to have to fight him anyway.ân/oÌ/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhy?â
âBecause Count Crest is a bastard. Isnât that obvious?â
Count Crest was a brutal tyrant. He had seized neighboring territories by force and treated his subjects as nothing more than expendable tools.
And that wasnât all. He collaborated with numerous criminal organizations in the area, accepting bribes and using them to his advantage.
He was practically one of the pillars of evil plunging the region into chaos.
â...â
If Julienâs mercenary corps sided against Count Crest, the Count wouldnât take it lying down.
He undoubtedly understood the strength of the Ironclad Lion Corps. If he engaged them, even his forces would sustain significant damage.
What would a man like Crest do in such a situation?
âObviously, heâll try to eliminate us before the territorial war begins.â
â...â
Tyron, watching Ghislain calmly predict the sequence of events, couldnât help but shiver. It felt as though everything was unfolding in the palm of Ghislainâs hand.
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