They had come to get blood on it today.

They were here to take down their enemy and their side�s enemy before returning back.

Marquis Ailan turned his head.

He could see that the crown prince was still smiling. He was also wearing a black dress shirt underneath his white coat.

His gaze moved past the crown prince and stopped elsewhere.

The Marquis could see Cale Henituse smiling at him.

He�d been had.

Cale was no hero.

This was someone who knew about power and domination.

Duke Orsena and Marquis Ailan heard Alberu�s voice.

�We are strong.�

We.

The definition of that word was clear.

They could see Cale responding back with a smile.

�You are correct, your highness. We are strong. We are strong enough to destroy anything in our way.�

That was how strong they were.

Fear started to creep up the bodies of those who were not part of this, �we.�

The fear that crept up starting from their ankles slowly filled the nobles� entire bodies. The southeast region and the central region�s factions realized that something was wrong.

Crown prince Alberu started to speak at that moment.

�If we look through history, the citizens who survive a war cry while thinking about how they managed to survive, while the people in power start a new battle in order to fight for power.�

The crown prince�s gaze headed toward the nobles of the southeast region and the central region.

�People easily get delusional.�

He was sitting with his chin in his hand as he looked right at the Marquis and Duke.

�They think that they will survive even though the war is not yet over. It�s quite funny, yet pitiful.� JrNovels.com