Klimbert sat comfortably in his private chamber, swirling a glass of wine as he looked out the window.
Unlike the other noble houses that had backed the Coalition Army, his territory had barely suffered.
After all—
He had only sent mercenaries.
Not his own troops.
The fools who wagered their entire forces were now left broken, while he still had an army ready to move.
A knock came at the door.
"Enter."
A familiar figure stepped inside—Anem, his trusted aide, carrying a stack of documents.
"My lord."
Klimbert turned, taking another sip of wine. "Yes?"
Anem approached the desk and bowed slightly, placing the reports in front of him.
"Here is the information you requested."
Klimbert's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh! Bring it here."
He snatched the documents eagerly, flipping through them. His sharp eyes darted across the pages, absorbing the details.
For a while, he remained silent.
Then, he leaned back, tapping the papers against the desk.
