Even if I twist the neck of a chicken, dawn will come.

Whether my brother Albert, the Baron Medici, is jealous of me or not, I must continue to move forward.

I need to digest the sudden assignment of the supply duties for two divisions from the Emperor.

“Young master, please have a cup of tea and take a little break.”

Chloe placed a teacup on my desk and poured some black tea.

A slightly sour yet rich aroma filled the room.

Just the scent seems to ease my fatigue.

“Thanks, I’ll drink this and cool my head before getting …