"I remember your residence is in the Upper District."
"That's right. There, that one." The prince raised a hand and pointed toward the heights in the northwest, where a house half-collapsed still stood.
"You gave me all of Blood Port. So where are you going to live?"
"Maybe I'll go take a look at Castel?" The prince raised an eyebrow. "I've heard Galahad going on about it countless times. I've wanted to see it for myself for a long while."
Theus narrowed his eyes and smiled as he met the prince's gaze. After a while, the prince sighed and looked away first.
"There will be a battle between the Holy See and me sooner or later. I'll build myself a residence after I win. I'm not going to die of old age in bed."
Theus nodded. This was what he had wanted to know. There was absolutely no possibility of compromise between the prince and the Holy See. After all, all the men under him were rebels against the Empire, and it was their war against the Empire that held them together.
Fighting the Empire was one thing, but if Castel stabbed them in the back, this fragile alliance would collapse in an instant.
When that happened, Blood Port would be the least of their worries. Whether the Duchy of Tis would even remain was uncertain. That was why the prince had been so generous this time, offering up Blood Port to reassure Theus's side.
But given the prince's habit of making use of everything, he certainly had more in mind. Perhaps he intended to drag Castel into the conflict as well.
Theus looked at the contract for the transfer of Blood Port on the table and stroked his chin.
To be honest, he had never truly intended to take