Duke Edmund sat behind his desk, reviewing thick battle reports while listening to his military officer's quiet briefing.
"The Snow Swearer stronghold cleanup is progressing smoothly. Five out of seven strongholds in the Ice South Ridge have been eliminated..."
He nodded lightly—not surprised, just feeling it was natural.
Eliminating the Snow Swearers was a plan he had personally devised, a strategy mobilizing all of the Northern Province's full cooperation.
He had even personally led a team a few days ago to kill a Snow Swearer elder, whose head still hung on the city walls.
Everything was under control.
"These wild dogs will finally be completely eradicated."
Just then, a wind bird with blood-stained feathers flapped its wings and crashed into the window sill.
With the letter came a strong smell of blood.
He frowned—it was a letter from Snow Eagle City.
