As the curtain by the window swayed in the wind, the dragon blood on the table quietly vanished after a ray of sunlight swept across it. Everything returned to calm...
"Something's wrong, isn't it? Is this really Rohan?" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso stared in shock at the burning village before him. The raging flames spread and devoured everything around them like the Orcs' ambitions.
"That's right! We landed in the Kingdom of Rohan!" Okrian-Lujin nodded blankly.
"But why is a village in Rohan's heartland being pillaged?" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso said in disbelief. Was their heartland really being torn apart like this?
"Could it be bandits?" Okrian-Lujin pondered.
"Bandits, my ass! I can smell the stench of Orcs! The Orcs definitely did this!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso waved a large hand.
"Orcs? This is the Kingdom of Rohan's heartland..." Okrian-Lujin said in shock.
"Doesn't that just prove how thoroughly rotten Rohan is? Villages in the countryside are attacked while the noble lords hide in their thick-walled castles, singing and dancing!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso could guess what had happened with his ass. Such things were inevitable in a decaying kingdom.
"Well, you're a noble lord too..." Okrian-Lujin pursed his lips, his gaze drifting away.
"If I let my territory fall into this state, the viscounts and barons beneath me would be coming for me with swords! How could I possibly be compared to this kind of trash?" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's eye twitched. What kind of worthless riffraff thought they could be mentioned in the same breath as him?
If Lagrange's nobles let their fiefs become like this, the emperor's decree stripping them of their lands would arrive before long! Nobles enjoyed lofty authority, but they also bore the duty of guarding their borders and protecting their people. The