"Do you even hear yourself?!" Conrad roared.
"Why are you so upset? It's already land you've lost, isn't it?"
"What did you say?!"
"I've heard that the new count has seized most of your territory. Isn't this the only fortress you have left?"
Conrad flinched. How does he know that?
"It's simple, really. All I'm saying is that if you manage to reclaim it later, you'll give it to me. Hardly an unreasonable demand, don't you think?"
Halken's innocent expression only deepened Conrad's frustration. He bit his lip, his mind racing.
Cunning bastard. He's not a wolf; he's a fox.
Even though the cost of hiring the Crimson Wolf Mercenary Company was exorbitant, it was nothing compared to the value of land. But land, once lost, lost much of its value unless reclaimed. Halken had struck precisely at that vulnerability.
Conrad, after much growling and deliberation, finally looked up.