As night deepened, the Swamp Fortress beneath the curtain of rain glowed with warm light and bustling life.
Beside the castle, several sturdy oak trees had cleverly entwined and grown into a natural wooden house, serving as the future core hall of the Slime Kingdom.
At that moment, a barbecue feast celebrating the fortress's completion was underway.
Dry firewood crackled in the hearth, driving away the damp chill of the rainy night.
A plump Moss Monster sizzled atop the flames, giving off a peculiar scent mixed with earthiness and a faint charred smell.
"Smells... so good!"
Count Bran sniffed at the charcoal smoke and fragrance wafting toward him, pacing anxiously as he waited for his share of roasted Moss Monster to finish cooking.
Before long, his restless little eyes fixed on Little Card, who was happily eating nearby.
Count Bran elegantly smoothed the feathers on his chest, forcibly swallowing his drool as he struggled to maintain his poise.
"Ahem, loyal and brave Crocodile Guard, this Count has noticed that you seem particularly fond of the delicacies of this swamp."
"However, sharing is a virtue, the cornerstone that keeps a kingdom united. Enjoying such food alone is hardly the conduct of nobility... ahem. Why not let this Count have a taste as well?"
As he spoke, he inconspicuously edged a little closer toward Little Card.
Little Card blinked its large, wet eyes, looking at Count Bran and then at the fragrant Moss Monster meat in its claws.
It thought Count Bran was truly starving. Though a little reluctant, it still picked up the remaining meat and carefully offered it to him.
"Quack-hahaha! Good! Very good!"
Count Bran swiftly took a bite, swallowing as he made his announcement through a full mouth.
"This... this Count hereby announces... that I officially recognize your