“Spare us!”

“We’ve done nothing wrong!”

“We swear loyalty to Fenris!”

The retainers of Marquis Rodrick’s household fell to their knees, pale with fear, as Fenris’s forces flooded in.

They had never imagined their fortress could be taken, let alone so swiftly. Confident in their overwhelming numerical advantage, they had believed this war would end in a predictable victory.

But their stronghold had fallen in mere hours, leaving them no chance to flee.

Ghislain Fenris regarded them with disinterest and gave a simple order.

“Remove them.”

At his command, the retainers—who had handled the affairs of the Marquisate—were dragged away.