Klimbert's fingers traced the edges of his map, eyes gleaming with hunger.
Four regions.
West.
East.
North.
South.
Once he claimed them all—
His territory would double in size.
And Klimbert would no longer be a mere Viscount.
His land would surpass Armand.
His influence would rival the King's.
He grinned.
"Anem."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Status on our farming?"
Anem opened a ledger, scanning through the reports.
"Our crops are stable. We have enough food to sustain our forces and the people."
He flipped a page.
"However, with the increase in military training, our grain reserves are depleting faster than usual. If we proceed with the invasion plans, we may need to secure additional farmlands."
Klimbert chuckled.
"That's exactly why I need those four regions."
Anem nodded.
"Once acquired, they will provide the necessary land to sustain a larger army."