Suddenly, the nobles who still harbored covetous thoughts and had been obsessively eyeing Henry's possessions grew tense.
The troop movements, the CLIP-CLOP of hooves, and the RUMBLE of wheels shattered the usual peace.
On the roads, columns of soldiers in neat armor, holding sharp weapons, marched toward Ximira Castle.
"Is… Is it war again?" The shop owners of Westwood Laine watched the endless stream of troops passing by their windows, their faces etched with confusion.
'Didn't the Lord Count just finish a war and get his rank promoted? Is he going to war again already? Why don't you take a year off?'
Their business had been picking up recently, but this sudden military mobilization put them on edge once more.
If it really came to war, there would surely be martial law, which would severely affect foreign trade and local business.
