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[Asai Trichia: Lvl 65]

[HP: 115 MP:115]

[Title: Monster]

[Skills unlocked:]

[Loha's Blessing]

- Royal Blood now flows through your veins.

Asai, happy to have escaped the clutches of the vixen-princess. Examined his new skill. He was half-tempted to ask her about her skills, but decided the information would either cost too much in return or that he would risk exposing his system and also his knowledge of possibly the royal family's secret. Honestly, he was so sure he would probably receive a skill along the lines of [Sadist] thank god her bloodline prevailed over her personality trait.

"Still, it seems the princess is interested in me now. I now have multiple choices I can act upon. 1. Deflect to the lands of the Dhans with Kozumi. 2. Fight this war for Prince Victor and his ambitions. 3. I marry princess Victoria and either hope that Victor perishes in battle or I assassinate him myself. Whether I'll later become king or just a puppet of Victoria's remain unknown...

Now that I think about it. When was the last time I dived into a dungeon or killed some mobs to level up. Whoever is listening to my thoughts up there in heaven. Please send some mobs my way."

...

Hours later, Asai was back in his carriage surrounded by his personal knight squad. They were now making their journey down south, towards The Wild Highlands. Opposite him sat Robin, who sported a frown on her face. She was occasionally sniffing the air. Unsatisfied with the lingering smell.

The journey onwards would be a silent and awkward one it seems.

...

Asai glanced down, within his grasp was a letter from Rosemi.

All it said was that she apologised, her father Duke Jeffrey De Lumix had decided to utilize his favours within the courts to protect his only daughter from war. Thus, the De Lumix household will be sitting out of this invasion and will be in charge of the kingdom's defence if ever the elves decided or managed to invade. Wishing the best of luck to him, and to return home safely so that they could have their promised date.

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Einhoren

Royal Palace Throne Room

Prince Victor sat upon his regal throne. Stood at attention before him were his chosen marshals who were all Count houses. Under them were their commanders, their vassals that consisted of their personal knights, viscounts and barons.

Walter approached the throne, report in hand.

"Your Highness, We are 28,000 strong. 4000 knights, 4000 knight-trainees, 6000 foot soldiers and 14,000 levies are under your command. In addition to our 28,000 Duke Jeffrey shall remain behind to protect our borders with his own personal 5000 strong army. This is the largest army this world has ever seen. The more reports I read, the more certain I become of our impending victory."

Victor appeared nonchalant in response to this. He knew he was about to sacrifice and purge a great deal of those numbers. Weakening and crippling many noble house holds for generations to come as their personal counties and baronies will be depleted of their labourers, their work force and their farmers.

The De Lumix family's prestige, power and authority will also fall after this conquest, unable to garner any fame and honours via battle. As after the war efforts, Victor would personally promote his most loyal men into Dukes thus reigning the balance of power towards his faction. "It's perfect! Why send the man to die when I could enjoy watching his household, his lineage fall out of grace."

"And what of the Elves?" 

"Our agents have sighted 15,000 of them, armed and ready to welcome us into their borders Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, cheers and jeers filled the hall. A sinistar smirk stretched across his lips. "How fucking easy."

Victor's rise to fame and glory was almost set in stone at this point. After he returned victorious, he would dub himself the Hero King, No! He won't become a lowly king, for he shall become an emperor. 

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