"It's true. According to our informant's letter, over a thousand men entered Baron Henry's castle garrison and have never come out. The sound of their training is deafening every day."
John couldn't sit still after hearing his butler's words. He stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room.
"Is it possible they're troops Henry already had?"
The butler shook his head and replied, "Our merchant caravan, under the pretext of making purchases, scouted around Westwood Laine. There are elite soldiers stationed and patrolling everywhere..."
John sighed. He knew what this meant. 'Henry really has expanded his army...'
Count John's heart filled with panic and regret. He had originally thought that even if Henry was the emperor's student, with his fief destroyed and a small army, he was nothing to worry about.
'It should have taken him at least three or four years to develop, right? With that much time, I would have long since made him my dog.'
