Chapter 386: Nation of a Dead Noble (1)
The Duke of Milano probably didn’t want to become the supreme commander at this point.
It was basically like it was forced upon him against his will. With the death of the Grand Duke of Florence and the resignation of Consul Elizabeth, there was only one noble family left that all the cities in Sardinia would willingly obey: the House of Sforza in Milano.
A family that is capable but of low status or a family of high status but isn’t capable. Problems could arise from either side. It was only natural.
Being given the position of supreme commander was like being ordered to throw your body onto the battlefield. Battlefields are always filled with death. Let’s say that you’re a soldier or a general and you’re forced to face a dog’s death because of some incompetent supreme commander. Could you really accept your death? Could you come to terms with it? No, it would be impossible.
The same goes for a supreme commander of low status. Would you want to put your life on the line for a supreme commander from a lesser-known and less prestigious family, an individual whose family has a shorter history than yours?
This issue is more critical than matters of skill or lineage. It’s about your own life being at stake. No one wants to die, and if they must, they would want it to be in a way that they can ‘accept’…….
Hence, it was the Sforza family and the Duke of Milano.
Maintaining one’s reputation for 50 years, let alone 20, is by no means a simple task. People are prone to making mistakes, yielding to temptations, and falling victim to the schemes of others. The Sforza managed to endure this for 300 years.
Honor.