Charles

But to do that, he first had to understand how they had managed to defeat him. And there was only one certainty lingering in his mind: these mercenaries were a force he could no longer ignore.

Hypocamp.

In the subdued shadow of his study, Baron Irut stood by the window, hands folded behind his back.

He watched the twilight begin to descend on his lands, the fields in the distance gilded by the fading sunlight.

The soft glow that bathed the room contrasted violently with the inner turmoil bubbling up inside him. Beside him, Chevalier Jack stood motionless, waiting for his lord to react to the news he had just reported.

The Baron remained silent for a few moments longer, his eyes lost in the horizon, a kind of forced calm weighing on his shoulders.

He should have been satisfied, shouldn't he? Plouta was well protected. Thanks to the mercenaries, the enemy had been annihilated.

But a bitter smile played on his lips.