Chapter 55. Romandro

"The bastard, Ian, came in claiming his rights with the Cheonryeo tribe in tow. Under the pretext of an alliance with Bratz, they've occupied the territory and are consolidating their position... There's nothing I can do."

Molin bit down hard on his molars. Normally, he wouldn't have needed to come down here personally. Wasn't the plan for Erica to organize the territory, govern it, and then transfer the private soldiers? A simple, clear plan.

But the appointment of a new lord was indefinitely postponed, and Ian, who should have been in the Great Desert, was brazenly here.

'By now, the messenger bird must have reached Erica.'

The way Marive was interfering felt ominous. Molin suspected Ian's hand in this and was on his way to deal with him personally.

Since the blood of Derga flowed in his veins, he was fit to be enslaved. He might be clever, but he needed a harsh lesson on what happens when a whelp gets too big for his britches.