421 Northern Kingdom's Movements

Northern Movements

In Nikolagrad, the Royal Capital of Girislav, it was already deep into the night, yet the Royal Palace was brightly lit.

In the study of King Peteriev Nicholas, a massive map of Girislav hung on the wall, and a sand table of the kingdom's territory stood on the floor. The king, dressed in blue formal robes, stared at the kingdom's western border, while his aides to one side sorted through documents that had just been delivered.

"Frost-Wolf Forest... such a fat chunk of meat right beside our mouths, and we still can't gnaw it down." Peteriev held a sheet of letter paper stamped with the imprint of the intelligence agency, Lubyanka Square, and muttered under his breath.

"Your Majesty?" At his side, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Prince Mishuviking Nicholas, asked his nephew.

"I'm afraid we'll have to change the plan. That boy from the Gallop Family moved too quickly. Not only did he swallow the entire Gallop Plains, he also latched onto a Fairy Queen." The king frowned. "How are the preparations on Yevier's side?"

"Your Majesty, Viscount Yevier drowned in a river yesterday before dawn because of heavy drinking. His body was only just found, and because he was drunk, he never set out for the death litigation." Mishuviking held the latest letter from the western count. ""

"What? Dead? A Great Knight drowned from drinking?" The king's face was full of disbelief.

"Yes. According to the western count's letter, it was indeed because he drank excessively after exercising, and on the way back to his residence, he suddenly got out of the carriage and ran into the river to swim..." The more Mishuviking spoke, the quieter his voice became; even he himself could barely keep going.

At that moment, Peteriev was looking at him as