“Cuitch-at-choo…!”

“Sir Ron, are you all right? Perhaps you have a cold…?”

Vincent gave a strange sneeze, and Jody asked anxiously.

“No, I am fine. It just came out of nowhere.”

Thinking someone might be cursing at him1, Vincent wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and turned his attention towards the report once more.

“Hmm, so the army in the Great Territory of Alice has doubled. Most of them are mounted as well…”

“Yes. After the death of Morgan Louvre, they have been inviting famous mercenaries to become territorial knights. Some of my acquaintances have also gone to Alice and received land and compensation.”

“Hm…”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed as he stroked his chin.

The High Lord of the Great Territory of Alice could not live under the same sky as the Pendragon Duchy. Regardless of the circumstances, his heir was essentially killed by Duke Pendragon.

Moreover, the culprit responsible for Morgan Louvre’s death was now residing in the Pendragon Duchy. Even though he had not been assigned an official position, Argos was escorting Duchess Elena Pendragon, the mother of the current duke.

“Have there been any reports from group 3 yet?”

“Yes. There does not seem to be any significant movements from the imperial castle. Prince Ian is only seeing a few of his close aides, including Viscount Elven, the Governor-General of Edenfield.”

“Hmm,...