"Henry is passionately adored by the Legion soldiers. Their cheers for him were loud enough to shake the entire camp," the informant described the scene, his voice tinged with disbelief.
The First Prince's expression went from dark to livid. He never imagined that a mere Baron could command such prestige within the army.
'Son of a bitch, does Henry pay your salaries? What the hell are you cheering for him for?!'
'Damn it, a mere Baron, adored by so many soldiers… what is he planning?'
The First Prince slammed his fist on the table, his voice full of resentment.
"And, and…"
"And what? Spit it out!"
The informant glanced at the First Prince, lowered his head, and said, "Countess Ratifa has been paying attention to Henry. She was very happy when he appeared."
BANG!
"Ratifa Villarreal!"
The First Prince slammed his fist on the table again, instantly seeing red.
