Delmuth inhaled deeply, feeling his heart race with exhilaration.

“A chance like this…”

The Count of Fenris had been a persistent thorn in the Ducal faction's side. Once just a brat trailing mercenaries, Ghislain had grown into a formidable lord, defeating Count Desmond and rising as a dominant force in the North.

His rise had thrown the Ducal faction's plans into disarray. The Royalists had gained momentum, and whispers that the Ducal faction was weaker than expected had started to circulate.

But what if the Count of Fenris were killed here? The tide would turn in an instant.

“If Amelia …