At this moment, in the distant Austrian March.
In the imperial residence at Vienna, the red-robed witch nestled against the high-spirited Count Leopold. He waved a letter in his hand and laughed.
"Ha, I knew I hadn't misjudged Lothar. He's a capable man, and with the connections left behind by his rigid, stern father, this investment is absolutely worth it."
"What happened to him?"
The red-robed witch blinked in confusion.
"He has gained Baldwin IV's favor and been granted a Greek castle. Now he has written to me, hoping I will fulfill our original agreement."
"A Greek castle?"
"Has he been granted a title on Eastern Empire territory?"
"No, no, no. I mean, I don't know where it is, but judging by the name, it must be an ancient castle left behind from when the Greeks ruled the Holy Land."
"In any case, this is something worth celebrating."
Then he clasped his hands behind his back, his expression turning somewhat grave. "It is a pity that my journey to the Holy Land will have to be delayed again. His Majesty the Emperor has issued me a summons."
"If I still want to separate the Austrian March from Bavaria and elevate it into the Duchy of Austria, I fear I have no choice but to answer the call."
Count Leopold was not an especially devout man, but he had always wanted to join an eastern expedition, make a great name for himself, and seize the riches of the East.
It would be even better if he could acquire a fief in the East.
And if Lothar could gain a foothold in the Holy Land, he would become a powerful ally.
County of Argau.
Eagle Fortress.
Count Werner broke the wax seal on the letter and carefully read the message sent