Count Sriphine gazed at the brightly lit Wayne Mountain. To be this illuminated at this hour could only mean one thing: someone had won a great victory, and they were probably still celebrating.
He recalled how, when they had just left Feiying Pass, the man had needed the Fengman Clan and Marquis Oscillate just to get a seat at the table.
Now, he had already climbed above them through his own abilities.
Whether it was timing or fate, it was truly hard to say.
"My Lord, we're almost at Wayne Mountain. Do you remember what I told you? Please don't say the wrong thing when the time comes," Viscount Max warned, looking at Count Sriphine.
Back on the central front, they had all moved in the same circles. Their noble ranks were similar, so the issue wasn't apparent.
But once they left the central front and were no longer under Marshal Grantham, Count Sriphine's flaw—his lack of political acumen—immediately became apparent.
