Chapter 311 Proposal

In truth, this was an understatement. Compared to the imperial heartland, Drakenfels was only slightly smaller.

The imperial court had encouraged civil wars to prevent Drakenfels from reuniting, but even that strategy had its limits.

Now, 30 years after the death of the previous count, Brahim, the situation in the south had shifted. The fragmented lands had begun to consolidate.

What had once been fifteen territories was now nine. In another ten or twenty years, nine could become six, then three, and eventually one.

"And why shouldn't I be the one to rule over that unified land?" muttered a young man with a muscular build, stroking his short beard.

Ervin trembled under the cold gaze of his lord, Conrad Glixbor. Under normal circumstances, he would have voiced his agreement, but now he couldn't.

The lord's fury was directed at the news Ervin had brought.