Wind's Breath Keep was the largest city in the Yellow Earth Land. The Bradley Family had occupied Wind's Breath Keep for a hundred years and used it as its center to maintain a firm grip over the Yellow Earth Land.
Now, the master of Wind's Breath Keep—Leimuster Bradley—stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the family Council Hall, his fingertips unconsciously tapping against the cold patterns in the stained glass.
Outside, another group of Orcish Cavalry was retreating from the city amid billowing dust. Clearly, these Foreign Race from the grasslands had abandoned their ambition to conquer Aldo.
"My lord, Aguirre's envoy has arrived in the front hall." When the butler reported this in a low voice, his tone carried an uncontrollable tremor. "They insist on seeing you immediately!"
"Make him wait a while longer!" Leimuster replied impatiently.
The candle flames in the Council Hall suddenly shook violently, casting the distorted shadows of the twelve family ministers seated around the long table onto the walls.
Horne, the chief financial officer, kept wiping his gleaming forehead with a handkerchief. "The orcs are finished. We should immediately prepare generous gifts and demonstrate our loyalty to Crystal Radiance... or perhaps Lakeheart Town..."
"And then wait to be hanged from the city walls?" Galvin, the chief military officer, interrupted with a cold laugh.
"Don't forget who guided the orcs in attacking Watchman Fortress from behind! Will Hall Duke let us off? He's currently serving as the vanguard of the Kingdom Army and is rushing here at full speed!"
"Perhaps we should leave this place!" Just when everyone thought the chief military officer intended to fight to the death, he instead made a suggestion that left them utterly stunned.
Leimuster slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the retainers who had followed the family for many