Chapter 456: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle - 11: Subdued
The Duke, usually calm and composed, paced frantically more than ten times back and forth across the great hall like an enraged lion. He even smashed three expensive, exquisitely crafted crystal cups to the floor in a fit of anger, wasting craftsmanship worth six thousand gold shields— a sight that pained everyone who saw it, though no one dared step forward to offer consolation.
"Boninski, look at the fine mess you’ve made! Up to this point, you still can’t clarify who exactly the ringleader is among these mobs in your own territory, always three steps behind in your knowledge. You even have the nerve to come to me whining about it. You needn’t bother with explanations any further; I’m telling you that I have already forwarded the notice of your noble title’s revocation to the Imperial Star Court. I believe it won’t be long before you receive the official edict from the Kingdom Star Chamber Court. If you have any grievances, you may appeal to the Star Chamber Court. Now, you may leave!"
The uncontainable rage in Duke Philip was so severe that it couldn’t possibly get any worse. Five thousand five hundred soldiers, plus three exceptionally valuable mages and four magicians, hadn’t managed to bring back even a single soldier from the north bank of the Nissai River. If he had not reacted quickly enough to send three thousand soldiers from the Busen Plain to Bruce Fortress urgently, he feared those damned half-beast mobs would tear apart the pitiful five hundred soldiers in the fortress, even if they had to swim across the Nissai River.
Everyone in the room was shocked at Duke Philip’s statement.
Who was Count Boninski?
He was one of Duke’s favorites, despite the Leon Region’s contributions to the Homer region being not particularly significant. But those who knew the inside story understood that with the region’s wealth, the Duke would not have let a fool like him to take up the position of Lord Leon without significant benefits for himself.
You should know that this was a hereditary seal—a territory that could be passed down from generation to generation. Not just anyone could become the lord of such a large piece of fertile land with a population of hundreds of thousands.