Chaos. The situation had descended into utter chaos!
The seven grand dukes had originally gathered in Sagamil Valley to deal with Brettel City, but somehow, their old grudges and new grievances had erupted all at once, and they fought one another with abandon.
At first, they had only acted covertly at night, carrying out assassinations against hostile states. Later, however, the seven grand dukes, blinded by rage, began deploying their armies. A conference that should have united them had instead become a battlefield.
"What on earth is going on?" Inside the tent of Grand Duke Nahum Betch, a believer in the God of Light, Red-robed Archbishop Zhankesi questioned him with a headache.
Nahum Betch was just as troubled. He gave Zhankesi a bitter smile. "The Seven Grand Duchies have accumulated too much hatred over the years. One tiny spark is enough to start a blaze. There's nothing I can do either."
"Ah, it seems we really can't count on these people. Oh, right, do you think Bert Zili of the Pauleta Duchy might be stirring things up behind the scenes? He belongs to the Calamity Church. I imagine he certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to that City Lord Brian," Zhankesi asked Nahum Betch.
"I don't know, but it's possible. Still, the situation is a complete mess now, beyond my control. It looks like this plan will have to change." Nahum Betch sighed as he spoke to Red-robed Archbishop Zhankesi.
"Forget it. I'll think of another way," Zhankesi said helplessly.
On the plains near Sagamil Valley, the Seven Grand Duchies, already bound by mutual grudges, abruptly shifted from covert assassinations to open combat. Even Han Shuo, the hidden instigator who had tossed in that little pebble, had not expected their hatred for one another to run so deep.
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