The Laurencet Family

The Twelve Kings of the North ranked somewhere between counts and Grand Dukes.

As the twelve Legendary figures who had defended the Northern Frontier against the Chaos Ratfolk Legion, they had been granted honors that would last forever. Even Kings and Grand Dukes had to treat them with respect.

But no royal power lasted forever.

Across the ages, even death itself would fade away.

Legendary figures would eventually die. The glory of the Kings of the North would endure, but whether their successors could uphold it remained uncertain.

Among today's Twelve Kings of the North, the strong held the northern Fortresses, while the weak could only cling to royal power.

The Reeves Family was slipping. Especially after losing the City Lord position they had traded so much to secure, it might not be long before they became a pet of the crown.

The Laurencet Family, also among the Twelve Kings of the North, had not suffered the same cruel twists of Fate. No Curse had decimated their numbers, and no schemer had targeted them. In the Northern Frontier, they remained a family many nobles looked up to.

Mars, the former head of the Laurencet family whom Idilia Reeves had mentioned in her letter, lived in Breeze City.

Annan invited Francois to go with him. The baron readily agreed, returning to his residence to change into a formal black suit and harness his finest horse.

Even so, his carriage was still a Dwarf's head shorter than Annan's.

The two Carriages traveled one behind the other to the address in the letter.

Heavy dark-gray brick walls. Narrow windows like arrow slits. The Laurencet Family's residence resembled a Fortress built for war, its clustered spires rising above it like watchtowers.

Even the grounds around the residence had a cold, martial air. There