At this moment, in the distant Austrian Border Territory.
In the Vienna palace, the red-clad Witch nestled against the spirited Count Leopold, who waved a letter in his hand and said with a smile:
"Ha, I was right about Losa. He's a capable man, and with the connections left by his stern father, this investment is definitely worthwhile."
"What happened to him?"
The red-clad Witch blinked in some confusion.
"He has gained the favor of Baldwin IV, granted a Greek castle, and now writes to me, hoping I'll fulfill the promise I made back then."
"Greek castle?"
"Has he been enfeoffed on the Eastern Empire's territory?"
"No, no, no, I mean, I don't know where it is, but judging by the name, it's surely an ancient castle left from the time the Greeks ruled the Holy Land."
"In any case, it's something worth celebrating."
