Less than a day after it became known that the Fransil family’s army was at the banks of the Medio river, they arrived at the gates of Brodin. Both the knights and mercenaries were practically bathing in sweat from rushing over, and the army’s depot couldn’t even be seen. They must have been left behind as the troops hurried over to Brodin.

“They look pretty tired,” Eugene commented.

“I know. But they looked like they were in high spirits. Huh? Look at those bastards.”

Eugene and his knights took on dumbfounded expressions as they looked down at the army from Brodin’s walls. It looked as if Fransil’s army was preparing for a siege.

“I think they might be getting ready to attack this place,” Eugene said.

“Without declaring war? Are they crazy? Don’t they know that we have two direct descendants of the Fransil family?” Galfredik responded.

“Ah! Perhaps…” Eugene mumbled after coming to a realization. Afterward, he continued. “They don’t know that I’ve occupied this place?”

The knights nodded. “Oh, that’s definitely possible. The Fransil family would never even imagine that we would have already taken over the Brodia family.”

The two territories were quite close, but it would take three or four days to travel from the Batla Duchy to the City of Brodin. It was definitely hard to imagine that a large...