Under the coercion of Edville, Hebrew and Barro exchanged glances, filled with immense regret. If their armies were all to die, the title of Duke alone would not be enough to fend off other nobles' attacks.
Had they known this would happen, they might as well have heeded Hattar's orders and entered the capital...
But it was obviously too late now. Hebrew and Barro, unwilling as they were, had no other course of action.
Just then, Edwell's indifferent voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Among all of you, whoever can take the capital, or achieves the most distinguished feats, will be the next King of Hadrata!"
Edwell's words were like a huge stone thrown into a tranquil lake, causing the nobles present to see red.
Hebrew and Barro were no exception—this was a chance to govern an entire kingdom!
And it might be the only chance!
