After traveling for four more days without knowing that Reyma Fransil was near the Riwad territory, Eugene finally laid his eyes on the Batla Duchy’s territory.

“I expected it, but isn’t this too small?” Eugene spoke with disappointment as he looked down at the territory from a small hill. The Batla duchy’s territory was smaller than the Tywin territory. There was only a single village centered around the duchy’s castle and a small piece of arable land. Although they were a duchy, the size of the territory was less than that of an unimportant lord’s territory from the Caylor Kingdom.

It was commonly known that no one had invaded the Batla duchy’s territory because of its extraordinary symbolism. However, after seeing the land first-hand, Eugene wondered if it remained untouched because of how useless it was.

“The dukes were incredibly incompetent for the past hundred years. The duchy’s vassals became independent because of the duchy’s debt and sold their land, which is how it ended up in its current state. Now, all that remains is the faded honor of the duchy’s past,” Lanslo explained.

Eugene responded, “Look at how small it is. A decent-sized group of bandits could easily tear everything down.”

“Haha. Bandits wouldn’t attack the duchy even if they were out of their minds since the families seeking Brantia’s throne would immediately come to the duchy’s aide,” Lanslo said.

“Really? Because it looks like there’s...