Clop, clop!

A group of horses carrying the flag of the Seyrod County crossed the territorial boundary.

“Hmm…”

Count Seyrod’s eyes grew bigger as he looked down from the ridge. The forest in front of him was located in the territory of Baron Portville, a distant relative of Count Louvre. It was filled with tents as far as the eyes could see. Even at first sight, it was evident that the group was powerful.

After Count Seyrod’s mounted group passed the temporary wooden barriers, they soon arrived in front of the largest and most fancy tent of the encampment.

“He is waiting for you.”

Count Seyrod and his knight entered the tent under the polite guidance of a knight.

“Welcome, Lord Seyrod. It has been a long time.”

Count Louvre stood up and greeted the group after standing up from his seat, which was decorated with leopard hides. There had been rumors that Count Louvre had become feeble and lifeless after the death of his successor. But when Count Seyrod actually came to face the man, his eyes were glowing sharp and he looked no different from the previous years.

Count Seyrod responded after composing himself.

“It has been three years.”

The two high lords shook...