The Next War

When Richard pulled the oil painting off the wall, that unknown noble couldn’t hold back any longer, “Young man! You may not be afraid of fighting the Fontaines, but what about others?”

Richard chuckled, “So now we see your true intentions. Let me guess… Who could it be that wants to declare war on me… If I’m not wrong, your master should be the Highland Unicorn?”

The middle-aged man’s expression changed as he hummed, not speaking further. He was a clever fellow; this was not the primary battlefield, and nothing would come of offending Richard. He was also occupied with trying to think of the reason for which Richard had managed to identify him so quickly. If the Direwolf Duke received word before they could eliminate Richard, things would become difficult to settle. Pulling...