A messenger from Westin's army came to the Westin residence to report.
'Report!ãIn the Sahara grasslands to the east of our territory, the Royal Army has begun battle and is currently in the ascendancy.
'Thank you!ãYou may leave.'
We knew they were coming, so we built a hastily constructed fort and waited for them. It was only natural that they would have the upper hand.
'If we drive them back here, they'll get in the way of our invasion of King's Landing, so we'll have to destroy them.
A greasy old man said.
This fat, bar-code, bald, fat man with a shiny, greasy face is the head of the Westin family.
This is the head of the Westin family.
'Are you sure about this?ãIf it fails, we'll be in trouble too.
said a slender man who was present.
He had long brown hair and was a little taller than Patrick.
'Shut up!ãIt was Baron Rigsby who said yes when I told him I'd get rid of the debt!
Baron Mike von Rigsby shrugs his shoulders at the shouting, and the three men look at him anxiously.
The well-known Viscount Harter, Curly, and Baron Eger.
'Our men are out there, we can win.
The man who said this was Rudolf van Zabeen, the third prince of the empire, the mastermind behind the connection between the Westin family and the empire, a slim man of about 20 years old.
'Then that's fine, because we can't back down now.
'If you win, I'll make you a proper Imperial nobleman. Don't worry.'