At first glance, Marquis Falkenheim looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. But those who knew his ruthless nature would never judge him by appearances alone.@@novelbin@@
Receiving Count Swipelâs gifts and message, Falkenheim let out a twisted smile.
âHeâs an amusing one. Since he canât handle it on his own, heâs trying to borrow my power.â
One of his retainers cautiously spoke.
âShould we just wipe them all out?â
âNo. Julienâs Mercenary Corps has quite the talent. I should bring them under my command.â
âWhat kind of offer should we make?â
âIf they want territory, give Swipel a small portion of the left wing. As for avenging Count Crest, wiping out Count Swipel, Baron Nodehill, and Baron Raks should be enough.â
If a vassal wavered, he had to be made an example of. Maintaining power meant eliminating the weak links.
Julienâs Mercenary Corps had killed Count Crest, but they were just hired soldiers. Accepting them into his ranks wouldnât tarnish his reputation.
But nobles were different.
Baron Nodehill, Baron Raks, and Count Swipel had to die.
Technically, Count Swipel had suggested sparing himself, but Falkenheim had no reason to comply.
âTo think he dared make such an insolent proposal... heâs already committed a crime worthy of death.â
If Swipel truly wanted to survive, he should have come to me in person, offered everything he had, and begged for his life.
That was how Marquis Falkenheim saw it.
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