Between the Golden Plains and Gravel Territory ran the Goldstone Trade Road, linking the two Warm Enclaves. Even during the Ice Age, merchant caravans occasionally traveled along it.
At this moment, a convoy was racing along the Goldstone Trade Road.
Three Wyverns circled above the convoy. Count Oscro Water Willow of Gravel Territory rode atop a Nightmare Ghost Horse, his brows tightly furrowed as he stared ahead, considering how he should take control of the situation once he reached Kingtop Castle.
"That flashy fool Davis actually died on the snowfields." Count Oscro had not wanted Davis to die.
No matter what, Davis had supported his son Augustus.
But since it had come to this, complaining was useless. Oscro thought, Fine. This is the perfect chance to put Dyson in power and seize the Golden Plains firmly in my grasp... Dyson may not be a Wyvern Knight, but with a baronial title, he is close enough.
At that thought, he could not help raising his head to look at the three Wyverns circling overhead.
Confidence surged within him. So what if they are Wyvern Knights? My family has three dragons! Among High Nobles, it all comes down to who has more dragons!
The corners of his lips lifted slightly.
He thought of Roman and Russell, father and son. Two Wyvern Knights in one family—they are impressive enough. But so what? I have three dragons! Even with Roman and Russell backing Roby, they cannot change the inevitable rise of Dyson.
Meanwhile.
Inside the carriage, Oscro's wife, Kunli Shadowflame, was speaking to her daughter-in-law, Dai Wen.
"Once we arrive at Kingtop Castle, do not show weakness. You may come from humble origins, but you are still a daughter-in-law of the Water Willow Family. When Augustus becomes Grand Duke in the future, you will