In the Lord's Mansion, candlelight flickered in Velin's study.
Regarding the matter of the Primal Blood Essence Powder, you need not worry. Its value has far exceeded my expectations.
Velin's fingers tapped unconsciously on the desktop. Diana was smarter and more decisive than he had imagined.
The letter also mentioned the "sheepdog" story.
Your story was very useful. Now, those "sheepdogs," for the sake of a little honor I casually promised, are faithfully guarding my borders. The territory is much more stable.
Velin wasn't surprised. To those struggling in the game of thrones, this kind of tactic—leveraging another's power against them—was nothing short of a stroke of genius.
He continued reading, and as his gaze fell on the final paragraph of the letter, his pupils constricted sharply.
...To express my gratitude, I consulted the ancient scrolls in my family's collection. There was one record concerning the Gray Sea Marsh that might be of help to you.
