That same night.
Armand Northern Border Military Base.
Heres let out a long, weary exhale after the video call with his wife, Kliatana, ended. The piles of paperwork and documents remained scattered across the desk, illuminated by the soft glow of the mana lamp on the ceiling. His maids sat nearby, ready to assist, while a few Armand officers worked at the side table, reviewing maps and reports.
He rubbed his temples, his mind heavy with the weight of the negotiations.
Sigh… the negotiations has to pause because Father contacted me to stop the talks and bring them inside the Armand border for their safety.
Friedrich still insists on asking Armand for military intervention to reconquer his late parents' region, Lurghen, when Vurghen isn't even fully secured yet. He keeps pushing, keeps pleading, promising fealty and loyalty, swearing his undying devotion to the Armand Crown.
But the problem is bigger than just reclaiming land.
