Count Butler had to remain in command at Butler's Estate, so he did not lead the expedition himself.
However, Count Butler sent out all his most capable knights, ordering them to bring his son's killer to justice without fail!
After saluting Count Butler, the knights marched out of the city with their elite troops.
Watching their retreating figures, Count Butler's eyes filled with deep hatred.
However unworthy the boy had been, he was still his son, his child.
Besides, this was not merely about his son. It was a naked challenge to his authority, one that had to be crushed. Otherwise, the Count's Estate would lose all its power and prestige.
Taking a deep breath, Count Butler told his attendants, "Let's go back."
However deeply he grieved, there were still matters that needed his attention.
Just after he left with his attendants, several people dressed as ordinary townsfolk gestured toward the inside from around a corner.
Then they, too, disappeared.
An undercurrent began to stir.
In the daytime, the black sun hung high in the sky.
It was a bright, sunny day, but the entire city had been placed under martial law because of the major incident at Butler's Estate.
Large numbers of elite troops had been transferred out of the small city, while the remaining soldiers patrolled its streets.
This was little more than a show. Count Butler's fury was already blazing, and all the city's elite troops had been dispatched elsewhere, leaving the small city vulnerable.
The ones responsible for this disturbance were none other than Romon and that mysterious organization.
The mysterious organization had decided to attack Butler's Estate at noon!
By then, the troops sent out would already be far away, entangled in the various obstacles the organization had prepared beforehand. Returning in time would be