The Emperor of the Empire (3)

"He is no longer Grand Duke Fleming. How dare he question the Emperor's orders?"

Columbus III stood in his palace, gazing coldly at the sky beyond its walls as he issued another command to the Grand Duke Fleming Family.

One hundred thousand soldiers would not simply march barefoot to Twilight Province, the province that had still failed to rebuild its fortress.

They now had to push countless ox carts and horse-drawn wagons, transporting endless supplies and materials to Twilight Province to form military logistics and baggage trains. This included... every resource needed for human food, clothing, shelter, and travel.

Livestock squawked and barked in chaos. Hemp cloth was piled into mountains. Bread, hard as stone, rolled onto the roadside without anyone bothering to pick it up. Stone and timber weighed down the ruts and left both oxen and horses gasping for breath.

People were astonished by... the wealth of the Fleming Family. All these supplies came from the Grand Duke Fleming Family, and faced with this command, Grand Duke Fleming, far away in the South, had only one thing to say.

"I shall follow Your Majesty's will."

Grand Duke Fleming could only pay such a terrifying amount of resources to fend off the orcs of the Northlands.

The same went for a large group of nobles who had once belonged to Grand Duke Fleming's faction, including great nobles like Count Clayton, who had already begun to drift apart from Fleming.

Resources worth more than five million Gold Coins from Galle Province also began flowing continuously toward the Northlands. However, Count Clayton played a little trick. Part of them followed the Grand Duke Fleming Family's convoy to Twilight Province, while most of the rest changed routes in Volga Province, heading to Danube Province before finally entering Northwind Province.

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