At the city wall, the atmosphere was even tenser than before as the enemy troop began to make their move.
“Your Grace, a letter has been delivered to us by the enemy’s messenger!”
A soldier knelt and gave the duke a sealed letter.
Once the letter was in his hands, Duke Coven quickly opened it. The message was written on light brown paper. As soon as the duke began to read that letter, there was an immediate change in his expression. His formerly calm look vanished as his face began to darken with rage. The fire of anger burned more and more fiercely with each sentence that he read.
“Who do they think they are? They’re just a troop full of lowlives, yet they dare make such a demand!? They must be delusional.”