Chapter 494 The Impregnable Castle Collapsed at Dawn
The air before dawn still carried the chill of the night, but even colder than the dawn were the increasingly icy corpses of the Campbells on both sides of the city walls.
On the western slope of Granstonburg, the messy earthen mounds resemble a tablecloth blackened by gunpowder and iron filings, with no trace of the original field ridges visible.
Rows of smoothbore cannons were arranged as neatly as tea sets on a prince's table, and the air between the cannon positions was filled with the smell of damp earth and gunpowder smoke.
In that cold, damp silence, Sir Wesley, covered in the scent of earth, stood with his favorite artillery unit.
This was another masterpiece he contributed to Archduke Edward, besides the "diagonal tactics"—"concentrating superior firepower".
In past battles, Campbell's artillery served only to cover the main force or supplement frontline firepower. To prevent their own artillery from being wiped out by the enemy's superhumans, traditional commanders often did not place artillery units too close to strategic units like mage legions.
But he's different.
Sir Wesley developed a tactic centered on artillery, first establishing artillery positions and then having elite mobile forces protect the artillery.
All his tactics revolve around one core principle—concentrating firepower to completely crush the enemy's organizational core!
Therefore, he deployed all the artillery on the west side of the castle and prepared seven days' worth of ammunition at the front line, ready to use it all in a single battle.
In a sense, his tactics were even ahead of the Imperial Army, since the Empire mainly relied on the strength of the Mage Corps and the Griffin Knights, both of which required a long period of training. As for the Empire's artillery, whether it could play a major role depended on whether the naval guns could provide coverage.
"Calibrate your artillery!"
Sir Wesley's voice was calm, almost devoid of tension, just as it was when he usually drilled this unit.
"I need you to fire simultaneously, give our enemy no chance to breathe, and don't let them have the delusion that they can put up a fight—I don't want to see a single stray bullet! I don't want to see that ugly flag seen the sun rise tomorrow!"
The orders were passed down layer by layer.
The centurion, who was in charge of the artillery, was on high alert. Under Sir Wesley's watchful eye, he ran around directing his adjutant to adjust the positions.
Campbell's gunners loaded black iron bullets into the long smoothbore barrel, the screeching sound of the push rods rubbing against metal breaking the silence of the morning mist.
In the distance, the towering western wall of Granston Castle loomed in the morning mist, like a giant beast slowly awakening.
The Campbells on the city wall held their breath.
The Campbellians, awaiting the call to attack, were in the same boat.
Seeing the tense yet determined look in his adjutant's eyes, Wesley turned his gaze to the distant castle and brought his saber down with a sudden thud.
"fire!"
Hundreds of cannons roared at the same moment!
The explosion tore through the air, the earth trembled and groaned, and the city walls, battered by the storm, groaned along with it!
The projectiles pounded against the city walls wave after wave, like giant waves crashing against rocks!
Each explosion made the shadows of the fortress tremble in the daylight, and it also filled the mages maintaining the protective barrier with a deep sense of despair.
The shells are coming in too densely!
If they were dispersed to the four sides of the city wall, stopping them would not be a problem.
But when all the shells are concentrated on a single wall and relentlessly attack, perhaps only a demigod, almost godlike, could withstand the steel torrent formed by the combined will of the masses…
There are not many mages in the Duchy of Campbell to begin with, and even fewer who are loyal to the northern vassals. This is the land of knights, not the academic state of the empire.
Unlike the young Sir Wesley, the adjutant standing beside him was a veteran over forty years old. He had served the Campbell family for over a decade, witnessing countless brutal battles without ever flinching.
However, the scene before him made him feel empty in his chest for the first time, as if something had hollowed out his body.
The Earldom of North Creek Valley is the northernmost earldom of the Duchy of Campbell, and Granston Castle, which faces Stirred Pass across the distance, is proudly known by countless Campbellians as the "Northern Barrier".
They had repeatedly fended off bandits from the north and the chaotic forces that had crossed the Bronze Pass into the Twilight Province for the Duchy.
The Earl of Glenston was thus known as the "Shield of the Duchy," an honorary title that, like their official titles, was passed down through generations.
But now—
The seemingly impregnable castle gradually revealed cracks amidst the smoke and dust of the bombardment.
The chanting of the mages could no longer keep up with the roar of the cannons, and before the Grand Duke's cannon barrels were red-hot, the majestic city walls began to show spiderweb-like cracks!
Noon.
Everyone's palms were clenched with sweat.
Some people had a premonition that the ordeal was over, while others waited in a long period of confusion until a loud bang was heard.
The middle section of the west wall suddenly collapsed, and the sound of huge stones cracking, mixed with the echo of cannon fire, cascaded down like a waterfall in the gray smoke.
The adjutant instinctively closed his eyes, unwilling to witness this scene.
The shield of the North, Campbell's glory...
It was actually ruined by our own people.
The continued sound of cannon fire carried away his sorrow, leaving only the vibrations in his chest to echo his inner turmoil, until the city walls collapsed completely.
The magicians behind the city walls were carried away by the monks in the castle and received treatment from priests and nuns in the church.
Cheers erupted from the artillery positions of the attacking side.
The young soldiers waved their caps high and shouted excitedly.
After several days and nights of preparation, they finally tore down the enemy's castle without suffering heavy casualties.
Ser Wesley, like his lieutenant, looked at the ruins with mixed feelings, just as he also recognized them as the shield of the North.
However, unlike his adjutant, he did not consider it Campbell's glory... it was merely the glory of the nobility.
Moreover, this "Shield of the Principality" has already betrayed its homeland, and now it is in the hands of their enemies!
"Let's save our sorrows for after the war."
He turned his head and spoke slowly to his adjutant.
“If we don’t send those rebels to the graveyard, our children will have to grow up in the graveyard.”
His words were devoid of anger.
Just as he and his enemies did not have an irreconcilable feud, they simply chose different paths and risked everything, even their beliefs, for them.
A moment later, Wesley drew his sword from his waist again.
The straight blade gleamed coldly in the morning mist, reflecting the burning smoke and his cold, resolute face.
"Pass on my order—the first and second thousand men's squads, advance!"
"Occupy the breach in the western wall!"
The messenger immediately rode off on horseback, followed by the wailing of bugles, and then the sound of war drums as the army advanced.
Campbell's young men marched forward in neat squares to the beat of the military band, their flintlock rifles already loaded.
Accompanying them was a "hunter" regiment mixed in with the thousand-man team.
They were composed of "mountain men," all tall and strong grenadiers who could throw grenades hundreds of meters, creating opportunities for their own privates to engage in close-range combat.
The sound of bugles echoed across the plains.
The garrison, gathered beneath the city walls, formed a dense square formation, their shoulders rubbing against each other and their armor clashing against each other.
Some were trembling, some were praying softly, but most just stood silently, waiting for dusk to end this torment.
On the distant horizon, a series of moving figures appeared as soldiers began loading their flintlock muskets under the orders of their officers.
Here it comes...
The distant formations resembled iron waves pushed by the wind, their flags fluttering in the gray sky, and familiar local accents resonated in the air.
And that familiar slogan.
"Use the iron and fire in your hands to tell the traitors who stand in your way! Either hand over your heads or surrender the castle!"
"For Archduke Edward!"
"For Campbell!"
"Kill them—!"
...
The fierce siege began.
After a bloody battle fought by the castle's defenders, the 1,000th squad retreated after leaving behind hundreds of corpses, ultimately failing to capture the castle in one fell swoop.
But it's okay.
Although they failed to force the enemy to surrender, the secondary objective of weakening the defenders had been achieved, and a second thousand men were pressing forward behind them.
Advancing to the rhythm of the war drums, [Hell Paratrooper] felt his heart was about to burst out of his chest, an excited expression etched on his not-so-bright face.
Although the "Gray Wind's androids" have achieved a basic resemblance to real people, they still cannot perfectly replicate the complex facial nerves.
This is why the Campbells thought these "mountain people" were fools.
However, that's not important.
On the battlefield, even a fool can startle the enemy with his brute strength and fearless ruthlessness.
Besides, these people aren't really stupid.
In the Hellscream's view, the crimson text of "Epic Mission: Capture Granston Castle" flickers slightly in the top left corner!
'Hand over the castle, or hand over your heads!'
The immersion is absolutely amazing!
He felt the blood in his chest ignite!
It wasn't just [Hell Paratrooper] whose passion was ignited, but also the other players who marched forward alongside him.
The sound of marching footsteps was punctuated by suppressed shouts of excitement, especially when fireballs and cannonballs landed nearby, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
"Charge, brothers! Let's get the first kill!"
"The castle is mine now!"
"Holy crap! This blood!"
"Holy crap, this explosion! My graphics card is on fire!"
"You don't have a graphics card at all. Are you playing on a PC?"
"Hey! My VR headset really does connect to a PC!"
"Oh, oh, oh! It doesn't matter, I just wanted to say this line!"
The clamor diluted the bloodshed of the battlefield, offering a small consolation to the desolation behind the smoke of battle.
Although they all drew tragic scripts from the hands of the gods, these optimistic and brave little players sang songs as they headed towards their deaths.
After all, they are just "tourists" in this world, at most they can only replace a small number of snowflakes that are destined to fall.
Unlike the noisy players, the ducal soldiers advancing alongside the "Jackal" legion had solemn expressions.
Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they hadn't slept well for many days and nights; their dark hands gripped the gun barrels tightly, like burnt firewood.
The bugle call to charge sounded once again.
Hellscream and his comrades were the first to respond to the call, roaring as they charged out.
They were the first to climb onto the scorching pile of rubble. Without waiting for the NPC commander's order, dozens of players, as if on steroids, threw lit grenades into the gap.
Amidst the roar of exploding shells, the defending troops attempting to organize a defense behind the ruins were instantly blasted into chaos.
Although the castle's defenders fought back tenaciously, they were quickly brought down by a volley of misaligned fire.
Campbell's "javelin" was different from Campbell's regular private.
They weren't good at lining up for executions, and no one had the patience to seriously practice that thing, but that didn't stop them from being fearless and capable fighters.
As soon as the gunshots fell, [Hell Paratrooper] roared, raised his bayoneted rifle, and charged into the defenders' ranks with his comrades, unleashing a second round of shouts.
"Kill them—!"
The battle was extremely bloody!
His bayonet plunged mercilessly into the enemy's abdomen, watching the blood and entrails gush out, and the bloodied right hand gripping his rifle shaft.
The defenders showed no mercy either, and several players quickly fell beside him.
Some were shot to death, some were crushed by stones falling from the city wall, and some, like the enemies in front of them, were stabbed through the chest with bayonets.
The chaotic battlefield further restricted the use of supernatural powers. Thick, acrid smoke filled the air, grenades exploded in narrow gaps, and limbs and debris flew everywhere.
This was accompanied by the shouts and chatter of the players.
"Damn! This NPC's damage is way too high!"
"You're just too bad!"
"I'm a high-grade steel expert—"
"Tch! Your Steel-grade is pathetic! You're not even as good as an adventurer!"
"Screw you, come to the maze if you dare!"
"Where's the nanny? Nanny, save me!"
"I'm afraid your injury is beyond the help of a healer. Let a shadow priest do it."
The players got carried away with the battle and quickly broke through the crumbling defenses, preparing to storm into the main castle and find the final boss of this main storyline, "Count Derek".
In the "Under the Crown" quest chain, Earl Derek is the mastermind behind the rebellion, and the King of the Kingdom of Ryan is suspected to be behind Earl Derek.
Perhaps after killing Count Derek, they will be able to unlock more main storyline clues!
The bosses in "Catastrophe Online" are incredibly powerful, but they are not invincible.
Any advantage can be compensated for by quantity, and the rewards for the mission are shared by everyone; as long as damage is dealt, everyone will receive some reward after the mission is completed.
However, just as they were full of fighting spirit and preparing to rush into the boss battle, a dramatic turn of events suddenly occurred.
Suddenly, a white sheet, seemingly pulled from nowhere, was hung atop the towering main building of Granston Castle.
"Beep—beep beep—"
The piercing sound of bugles followed, an order to halt the attack.
Before the players could react, they heard the centurion's roar coming from behind them, which was then translated into their field of vision.
"The enemy has raised the white flag and ceased their attack! We have won!"
The players, who were having a great time killing, were all stunned.
"???"
"They've already cast it? Damn! I haven't even had a chance to enjoy it yet!"
"Where's the BOSS? Where's Earl Derek? And where's that fake King Gerald? Why aren't they showing up for a fight? At least give us a cutscene!"
"Damn it, the planner has backed down again!"
Seeing the enemy throwing down their weapons and surrendering, [Hell Paratrooper] angrily slammed his blood-stained rifle on the ground and spat in the direction of the white flag.
The rules of "Catastrophe Online" are too strict compared to other MMORPGs. There is only freedom within the rules, but no freedom outside the rules.
If you want to have a really good time, you can use the portal to go to the Kao Planet instance.
That was a world devoured by Kalmandes, a place of nothing but slaughter and death, where one could fight all the way to the ends of the earth.
Seeing the white flag finally raised, the soldiers who had just been fighting desperately at the breach seemed to have all their strength drained away in an instant, and they threw down their weapons with a clanging sound.
Many people collapsed into pools of blood, ignoring the corpses scattered on the ground and the enemies in front of them, only panting heavily.
The war is over.
Faced with the abrupt end of the war, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for the loyal hunters who grumbled and cursed.
The battlefield, which had been filled with the deafening shouts of battle just minutes before, fell into a deathly silence in an instant, leaving only the painful cries or weary gasps of the wounded on both sides.
The duchy's priests began to enter, joining the priests in the castle in chanting sacred incantations and healing the wounds of those who could still be saved.
Including rebel soldiers.
Those poor children are also citizens of Saint Sith, also Campbellians...
Watching his own priest cast spells on the enemy's wounded soldiers, the [Hell Paratrooper], standing to the side with his arms crossed, couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Why are you healing the opposing faction?"
While the game's realism is commendable, the developers really should polish the details a bit more.
Besides him, there were other players with different ideas.
Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the victors who stood silently alongside the defeated, a hunter standing on the ruins couldn't help but sigh.
"This game is so realistic..."
...
The morning light shone through the birch trees outside the window into the study of the Andean estate. It was as quiet as a monastery's copying room, with only the soft scratching of a quill pen across the pulp paper.
Today is the second morning of the year 1054 in the Os calendar. The Thunder City Daily News reported that the soldiers of the Duchy planted their flags on the walls of Granston Castle, announcing the end of the "Winter Coup" that attempted to overthrow the Duchy of Campbell.
Those who cared about the fate of the duchy breathed a sigh of relief. The curfew in Thunder City could finally be lifted, and the war had not affected the hard-won prosperity.
However, for the Grand Duke of Campbell, his war was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.
Sitting behind his desk, Edward looked down at the mountain of documents, his heavy eye bags like waterlogged sponges.
From night to dawn, he even forgot when he had closed his eyes.
He seemed to have used all his extraordinary power at the Gold level on staying up all night. He was only glad that he hadn't neglected his knightly skills before he turned thirty, so that he would have the capital to fight for himself at thirty-six.
Just as he yawned, there was a knock at the door.
"Please come in." He didn't look up, but he subconsciously suppressed his relaxed expression and regained the dignity of a grand duke.
After receiving permission, Sir Jan Andes quietly entered and gently placed a battle report on the desk.
"Sir Wesley has succeeded." Andes' voice was weary, yet still humbly as always. "The western wall of Granston Castle has been breached by artillery fire. Earl Derek and the northern vassals, knowing there was no hope of resistance, have surrendered."
Edward's hand didn't stop; the pen tip continued to glide across the paper. He simply responded with a faint "Hmm."
He had already decided in his mind how to deal with Earl Derek and the other rebels; this inevitable civil war was merely bringing forward what was destined to happen.
He had been preparing for this day for a long time—
The duchy will reclaim the titles of the earls, and the earls' territories will become directly governed by the duchy, administered by the Grand Duke and his appointed officials!
After a moment of silence, Andes looked at the Grand Duke, whose expression remained unchanged, and added in a very soft voice.
"And then there's... Jerok. He didn't resist and surrendered in front of the main castle. He declared to everyone that he had planned and instigated the rebellion alone, and that all the other nobles, their retainers, serfs... were coerced by him."
The pen tip paused.
Edward's hand hovered over the paper, a dark blot gradually spreading across its surface, like dried blood. His eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly closed, a silent curse escaping from the twitching corner of his mouth.
That idiot...
Utter idiot!
Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?
Edward had practically watched Gerald grow up, and he saw right through his younger brother's thoughts almost instantly.
This knight, who's not thinking straight, is probably indulging in his foolish delusion of "sacrificing himself to save the duchy" again!
He simply wanted to preserve those so-called noble bloodlines, sacrificing himself to preserve the flame of extraordinary power for the Duchy of Campbell.
However, this guy had no idea what these so-called noble bloodlines had brought to his duchy!
What he was desperately trying to save was nothing more than a pool of stinking pus!
A festering sore!
The silence lasted for a long time once again, until a hoarse voice came from behind the desk.
"...Andes, do you believe what he said?"
Upon hearing Edward's voice, Andes paused slightly, carefully considering his words before speaking cautiously.
“Your Majesty… I dare not comment on the royal family, but based on my understanding of chivalry, a noble knight would never betray his lord. However, sometimes loyalty can become a poison, exploited by worldly desires and mistakenly ingested by good people. Perhaps all we can do is respect and respect his wishes.”
He spoke in a very veiled way, but he was confident that Edward, with his intelligence, would understand.
And that was indeed the case; Edward could not only understand what he said, but also the parts he didn't say.
Jerok's original intention was not to rebel; this civil war must have been instigated and manipulated by Derek and his gang of old foxes!
And now, they are treating his brother as their last resort.
Andes noticed that Edward's index finger, which was holding the quill, was trembling slightly, and he knew that this was not an easy decision for His Majesty.
He sighed inwardly, leaving the choice to His Majesty. He had another matter to report next.
"The King of the Kingdom of Ryan and the Kingdom's bishop have both sent us strongly worded letters expressing their concern about the situation."
Andes took out two more letters from his pocket and gently placed them on the table.
"They demand that we 'pardon' the rebellious lords' under the pretext of 'preventing the corruption of chaos.' They claim this is a 'civil war within the royal family' and should not shake the sacred and ancient covenant. Your Majesty... they seem to have guessed what we're about to do."
The subtext of the two letters is already quite clear—
If you want to kill, you can take your own brother's head, but you are not allowed to touch anyone else!
If action is taken, the Lionheart Knights, currently stationed in the Twilight Province, will cross the Torrent Pass in the name of upholding the law to eliminate the "tyrant" and reclaim the castles and manors for the nobles who have lost their fiefdoms and titles.
The Duchy of Campbell is now like a strong warrior, facing a pack of hungry wolves all alone. He can handle one of them, but he cannot fight the entire pack.
King Ryan, the Papacy, and the deeply entrenched old nobles within the duchy... they are all using their power to force him to make concessions.
If he backs down, the blood of tens of thousands of Campbells will have been shed in vain, and he will lose the loyalty of many supporters.
Edward silently stood up and slowly walked to the window. His gaze passed over the increasingly withered birch trees and landed on the still lush lawn in the backyard of the manor.
How to deal with these traitors became a more difficult problem than winning the war.
I'd like to hear your advice.
Andes pondered for a moment, then spoke softly.
"Someone once told me that when you encounter an insurmountable trap in a maze, besides gambling everything and leaving it to fate, you can also go around it. Since we cannot strip the nobles of their titles for the time being, let's just sideline them."
"For example, we can lock the traitors in the dungeon, confine their families in the castle, and forbid all Campbells from contacting them... except for those we can't afford to offend for the time being."
The people we can't afford to offend for the time being are naturally the kingdom and the Papacy.
Or to put it more precisely, it was an alliance formed when the king and the bishop joined forces to demand concessions from the duchy in the name of law.
When they need to confirm that the traitors are still alive, let them go to the castle for a look.
Even if the Holy See were to make the judgment, no one would stop the lord from punishing his vassals who betrayed him; doing so would only damage the ancient traditions they were so determined to uphold.
Edward's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately saw through Andes' true intentions.
"Then we can send appointed officials to the territories of the earls, gradually replacing their influence on their own fiefdoms!"
Unlike the Duchy of Twilight, Thunder City in the Principality of Campbell has a group of excellent administrative officials capable of serving as village chiefs and town mayors, and they bring Thunder City's management and taxation system to places where the upper power has been put into a vacuum due to the civil war.
Andes' eyes flashed with just the right amount of surprise, which then turned into genuine admiration.
"As expected of Your Majesty, I admire your wise decisions."
Edward didn't take this polite compliment to heart.
Having dealt with Andes for so long, he knew very well that this guy was no pushover either.
However, this guy has one good point: he will stand on the side of the Andes family and speak the truth that is in their own interest.
Instead of pretending to stand on the side of the Grand Duke or the Duchy, and telling himself nice but useless lies to cheat away what doesn't belong to him.
"Stop flattering me, Andes, I know that's what you're trying to say."
Andes nodded respectfully.
“Your Majesty, I have no intention of flattery. The solution you proposed is indeed the safest approach at present. At least the King cannot use the pretext of upholding the law to send his Lionheart Knights to bring those nobles who still hold sway to his court. As for us, we can continue what we are doing and what we will do…”
"The planned arrangements may not be enough; we may need to add one more thing."
Edward smiled faintly, returned to his desk and sat down again, looking at Andes standing in front of him as he continued speaking.
“I intend to establish a ‘Postwar Reparations Commission’ to assess the economic losses of this civil war, confiscate the insurgents’ woodlands, mines, farmland and ports, and then reparate all Campbells who suffered losses in the civil war, especially wives who lost their husbands, orphans who lost their fathers…including families who were coerced by the insurgents.”
"At the same time, we will also reward the warriors who defended the order. Those who are discharged from mobilization will receive more than just a severance package and a useless medal."
Standing by the window just now, he thought for a long time. Order without the maintenance of interests is ultimately just a mirage.
If the commoners he sends to the earl's lands have no interests of their own in the local area, they will probably be like the "baron governor" of the Twilight Province, having neither the motivation nor the ability to confront the local feudal forces.
It would be tempting for the royal family to monopolize all the spoils of war, and this is a matter of course in wars between lords.
But Edward also realized that if he didn't share the glory of victory with those who supported him and bind them to his cause, the end result would be a group of just as ambitious as him leading those who had nothing to fight another battle.
The souls of the dead will eventually return to this land.
But the next time he comes, he might look different from the Andes.
Although he had never studied at the Academy, seeing the current state of the Twilight Province, he, as a mortal monarch, had gained some understanding of the mysteries of the void.
It is not desire itself that invites the claws of eternal hunger, but rather "uncontrolled desire".
Perhaps Eileen is right.
Although she may not have thought that much about it, it was just out of pity in her heart.
Unlike the perfectly timed surprise before, this time Andes was clearly unprepared, and was stunned for a long time.
After regaining his senses, he spoke with deep respect.
"Your decision... will be an honor for Campbell."
He genuinely believed this, not because the Andes family was a staunch supporter of the Campbell family and might get the biggest slice of the pie.
Although his understanding of the interests of the duchy may not be as thorough as that of His Majesty the Grand Duke, he realized one thing long ago—
No ragged beggar has ever been willing to give his life to defend the rich man's treasury.
If they cannot help Campbell's commoners stand tall, their descendants will have to become servants of the new aristocracy alongside those who have nothing.
At that time, they will either leave their beloved homeland forever, carrying with them both accumulated wealth and shame, or become fat sheep to be slaughtered and eaten at will, resorting to extreme flattery and meekness to please the master behind them.
There are many ways to reach the destination, but once you make a choice, there is no "compromise" to negotiate the outcome.
The nouveau riche who sat and laughed with the Andean family in the Sunrise Hotel could admit defeat and leave, or find a baron or even an earl to back them up, but the Andean family could go nowhere except to hell with Edward.
Besides, he didn't want to leave.
Both the Principality of Campbell and the Andean family carried too many of his obsessions and dreams.
Edward smiled noncommittally, his dignified demeanor unchanged, and he didn't take the mercenary flattery to heart.
The atmosphere in the room eased a little.
Although the matter of Gerlock was still a heavy burden on Edward's mind, Andes could clearly sense that His Majesty the Grand Duke was in a much better mood.
Just then, His Majesty the Grand Duke suddenly thought of something and said in a casual tone.
"By the way, that proverb about mazes, I've never heard of it before. Did His Highness Colin tell you about it again?"
Andes did not hide anything and nodded respectfully.
"His Highness told me this a long time ago."
Edward nodded.
He had always felt that Prince Colin's arrival on this land was a divine arrangement. That imperial prince had passed through the lands of so many kings and dukes, yet he had stopped by his side.
Few people are willing to dedicate themselves to strangers to such an extent.
Perhaps, just as he had thought countless times, there really is a divine blessing watching over the Campbells…
(End of this chapter)
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