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When Greisa Hamlet anticipated that Dordot Harbor would descend into a riot because of the Inner River Church and the Church of Pain, he had already begun considering a surprise attack on the harbor.
The Marquis of West Berlin was terrifying.
But he had Dale Bock!
And the Torrent Squad, which Dale Bock had founded himself!
He could even sacrifice the entire Inner River Church!
With all that in place, he had enough to hold off the Marquis of West Berlin!
And...
There was a chance to wound him!
For that chance, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the entire Inner River Church.
Why had he founded the Inner River Church?
Hadn't it been for Dordot Harbor?
As long as the Marquis of West Berlin was wounded, Dordot Harbor would belong to the Golden Lion Family!
His father would certainly be delighted to see that happen!
Then, once his father stepped in...
Not only Dordot Harbor, but all of West Berlin would be carved up by their family!
And him?
With that achievement to his name, he would naturally become the Golden Lion Family's sole heir!
Imagining that glorious moment, the Old Lion's eldest son curled his lips into a smile.
"Go pour me a glass of wine."
Greisa Hamlet gave the order to his personal guard.
With everything about to fall into his hands, the Old Lion's eldest son felt he ought to celebrate.
However, Greisa did not like champagne.
He preferred red wine.
Its tart astringency and rich aroma fascinated him.
Especially when the crimson liquid swirled in a glass, Greisa always felt as though he were personally tasting the fruits of victory.
That peculiar sense of satisfaction was utterly intoxicating to the Old Lion's eldest son.
The guard left without a sound.
And returned without a