================= Carglise’s POV ===============
Lord Macsen went back to his camp to command his subordinates after he solved the sudden situation that had cropped up.
He was thankful that he was fighting against an unruly mob. If the enemy’s leader led his army out to fight an open battle, he would not be able to take time out to capture his reckless son and change his mind.
Once Lord Macsen turned his back, Carglise’s servants and subordinates surrounded him. They gave a relieved sigh. They were around the same age as the youth and inquired inquisitively like children: “Young master, are we going to war?”
Carglise nodded and smirked: “Of course we are. Our enemies are just a bunch of villagers in this uprising. How can they be stronger than Aouine’s formal army? Remember this; the future enemies might be the kingdom’s true elites. As for this rebelling mob, we will have them become the first stepping stone for our future—”
“But based on our Lord’s description, the enemy leader seems to be an incredible person!”
“Calm down, no matter how brilliant a commoner might be, they would be limited in their insight,” Carglise scoffed, “also, it’s not as if I don’t understand what my father is trying to do here. Does he truly believe I can’t tell he’s delaying me? His words are possibly false, and the enemy leader isn’t accomplished at all. But that’s fine; once I refute everything my father said, I’ll be able to see what other excuses he can come up with!”
He curled his lips into a cunning smile as he watched Lord Macsen’s body gradually disappear from the forest.
=============== Brendel’s POV ============
Brendel continued to work in his room, but there was a commotion outside that became louder over time. He frowned and finally stood up, went over to an arched window and looked down to the courtyard.
He quickly discovered the master craftsman Bosley, Amandina and the mercenary commanders arguing. Medissa was trying to stop them from doing so, while Scarlett was lying against a tree with her halberd, biting on a blade of grass and appeared to be uninterested in the quarrel.
“What’s going on?”
He did not understand what they were arguing about, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to check it out for himself. It was not a good thing for his core subordinates to fight.
After he opened the door, a dark shadow charged into the room with two hands extended out with the intention to push open the door. If his reactions were any slower, they would have collided. He jumped backward while Felaern stopped herself and took several steps back. She calmed down before handing out a piece of paper, and spoke in a crisp voice: “My lord! An urgent message!”
“What is it?” Brendel knitted his brows as he stared at the paper. He wondered what kind of unfortunate day he was going to have as events seemed to start piling up. He took the piece of paper and closed the door, while
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