"My lord, danger! We've received word that the troops sent by the Red Obsidian Trading House have been defeated by the forces of the Marquis Valmire family!"
Rovert was taken aback by the news. He straightened in his seat, his gaze fixed on the door to his study.
"Come in!" he ordered coldly.
The door opened, and a soldier in white armor stepped inside, struggling to catch his breath.
He dropped to one knee and reported in a trembling voice, "My lord, the army sent by the Red Obsidian Trading House has been crushed by the Valmire family forces. The message just arrived, and according to our spies, they are now marching toward Gardian City with their full army!"
Crack!
The sound of shattering porcelain echoed as Rovert crushed his teacup in his grip, shards cutting into his hand until blood dripped from his palm.
He paid the wound no mind, as if the pain meant nothing.
