Nalant Was Here!

"Nalant?" The king and the counts exchanged looks. Naturally, they were no longer unfamiliar with that name.

"Bernard, you're not joking, are you? Nalant may have a bit of skill, but he took several enemy castles and drew more than ten thousand guards back to defend!" Rakoff was the first to protest.

His intestines had practically turned green with regret. Back then, he had thought swapping his garrison with the Tulip Family's had been a huge bargain.

Yet now, his own heir had been captured instead.

If they had not swapped garrisons, then even if the enemy had more than ten thousand infantrymen, Tony certainly would not have been taken prisoner. Even if he could not win, he could still have run.

This truly was gaining no benefit, only falling into a shit pit.

"Of course I'm not joking. When Stella returned the day before yesterday, she told me that Nalant intended to take a detour through the desert and enter the heartland of Lisen Marquis Territory, hoping to disrupt the enemy's rear and ease the pressure on our army."

"If none of you sent out a force, then I imagine the only force that entered the heartland of the Northern Principality was my vassal's!"

"What use was going? He merely drew away more than ten thousand men. It won't be of much help to our battle situation at all!" Unable to refute him, Rakoff could only mutter sourly.

However, he immediately realized he had misspoken. Seeing the king and several counts looking at him strangely, he promptly shut his mouth.

"Then it really might have been Nalant!" The king withdrew his gaze from Rakoff. "Bernard, that little fellow seems quite outstanding. When you return, you'll likely have to reward him properly. A knight's title is no longer enough to