Cold Weapons Battlefield

"Marquis, don't you still have three hundred thousand soldiers under your command? Without enough soldiers, I..."

"Enough. At most eighty thousand. That's it."

Marquis Mark did not want to send troops; he simply could not. Of his three hundred thousand soldiers, two hundred thousand had already gone to reinforce Hil Grand Canyon, which lay within Duke Edward Hewlett's sphere of influence.

By common sense, Marquis Mark should not have sent soldiers to Hil Grand Canyon. The Kurotsuchi Plains were almost being overrun—how could he still have the leisure to support someone else?

Marquis Mark had been forced into this as well. The status of a duke and a marquis was on entirely different levels. Marquis Mark did not dare contradict a duke's orders, especially since many interests and pieces of leverage over him were involved.

Just then, a knight in silver armor rode over on a fast horse. Before the horse had even come to a stop, the knight leaped down and landed steadily.

"Earl Mark, His Majesty has issued an order. The Kurotsuchi Plains front is in an emergency. Since you have not participated in military or political affairs for many years, all matters during the Kurotsuchi Plains War will be placed under the command of Legion Commander Carlos. His Highness has dispatched three hundred thousand troops to reinforce the Kurotsuchi Plains front. Earl, please return to Saint Dragon City immediately. This is His Highness's personal order."

The silver-armored knight pulled a short dagger covered in gems from his robes. The moment everyone nearby saw it, they dropped to their knees with a clatter.

"What did you just... call me?"

Marquis Mark swallowed.

"Earl Mark."

After hearing this, Marquis Mark—or rather, Earl Mark—fell straight off his horse.

"Also, Earl, His Highness has personally sent people to investigate the renovation