[Maine Territory: Thousands of kilometers away from the Empire, even further than barons' lands]
"What? Did the emperor assign another one of those noble brats?" The burly man, General Marcus, crumpled the letter in his fist.
"Stephen, send a letter to that emperor. We don't need another one of his greedy people. I've had enough," he growled, throwing the letter into a waste bin, a look of pure disdain on his face.
"General Marcus, please calm down. It's possible the new lord won't be as greedy," his butler said, attempting to placate him.
Marcus glared at him before slumping back into his chair. "Every previous lord the emperor has assigned was either greedy or cruel. What else am I supposed to expect? He has lost my loyalty, and not just mine, but that of everyone in the Maine Land."
Stephen sighed and walked to the counter to make coffee. "You should drink this and calm down."
