It was an ordinary thatched cottage.
Built of wood, it had a roof covered in thick thatch. Inside, however, it was neat and clean, with thick carpets laid across the floor.
The bed was the main attraction. Its furnishings were exceptionally luxurious, completely at odds with the humble cottage.
Even an ordinary noble's entire fortune, including his territory, fell far short of the furnishings in this room.
This was where Rex lived. He knew how to enjoy life and never made himself suffer.
As time passed, this tendency only grew more pronounced.
In the past, powerful enemies had threatened him, and each day had been uncertain. Naturally, Rex had not dared to entertain other thoughts, afraid that a single lapse on his part might lead to the destruction of the Kingdom of Gilneas.
Now, however, even if Rex acted recklessly and tried to squander everything the Kingdom of Gilneas possessed, it would still take time. It would be a process.
Reclining against a cushion with both hands behind his head, Rex remained where he was, deep in thought about the current situation.
Recently, the Kingdom of Gilneas had either done nothing or caused an enormous stir the moment it acted.
There had been the battle of Darrowshire, the battle of Peace Town, and, earlier in the year, the battle to capture the Tidehunter.
Over the course of this year, the Kingdom of Gilneas had certainly made some major moves.
This went against Rex's original intentions. At first, he had only planned to take Darrowshire without paying too high a price. He had even been willing to launch a surprise attack and suffer some damage to his reputation. Clearly, however, the movements of the Ogres in Alterac City had brought that plan to a complete failure.
Rex had already begun mobilizing