Going (3)

Akreli, within a towering ancient castle, the fireplace blazed brightly.

The dim yellow light in the room fell across the face of a nobleman dressed in a ceremonial robe woven with purple and gold patterns. He held a glass of red wine, his expression tinged with reluctance.

"I never expected that after years of scheming in the Archipelago Plane, Ang would be the greatest winner in the end." His voice was low, carrying both resentment and wariness.

At his side, a sinister-looking man in a black robe spoke respectfully. "My lord, according to the intelligence I received, Count Ang has incorporated all those lands into his newly expanded territory."

"Moreover, he has divided those plots among the nobles under his command, especially the Mithril Ore veins with abundant reserves near the plains and hills."

The man in purple-and-gold robes pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes toward the flames. "Contact him and see whether he is willing to sell those veins. Especially the Mithril Ore veins... Whatever price he names, we can afford it."

"As you command." The black-robed man nodded and quietly withdrew.

Meanwhile, far away in Amnath City, the atmosphere was entirely different.

Feasts and cheers filled the entire Governor's Mansion as Ang's warriors and mages immersed themselves in the fervor of celebration.

Candles flickered in the grand hall, and fragrance permeated the air. Many young knights and mages raised their cups in hearty drinking, discussing the aftermath of this victory.

"The best reward is not a medal, but the land Lord Ange secured for us." A young baron raised his cup as he spoke.

"Although the Empire did not grant Lord Ange a higher title, it reimbursed the entire cost of the campaign. That is already enough," another man said with a smile. "Besides, we are