Chapter 107
“I intend to grant you a fief within the Duchy of Saxony.”
What the Duke of Saxony bestowed upon Dale on his thirteenth birthday was truly befitting of the duke’s lineage.
“A domain…”
Already acting as the Saxon Duke’s representative, Dale held the title of Viscount. Yet this was merely a stepping stone for political maneuvering; no actual fiefdom was granted to Dale. For him, roaming the continent and fulfilling his duties was far more important than being tied to a domain.
To spread the name of the ‘Black Prince’ and to endlessly hone himself. And further, to secure what he needed.
But when the Duke of Saxony spoke of ‘Dale’s fiefdom’ on his thirteenth birthday, the situation was slightly different.
The leadership of the Shadow Court, the continent’s foremost assassin organization, had fallen into his hands… He was the commander of the invincible Black Armor Company, a mercenary force comprised of a thousand heavily-armored infantrymen.
Trustworthy swordsmen, including Charlotte the Sword Maiden and the Holy Maiden Aurelia, stood guard beside Dale.
The Night Raven Knights directly under Dale’s command, including Lord Baskerville of the Veil, were no exception.
Finally, his mentor, the elf mage Sepia, stood by his side without question, as always.
Not for the Duke of Saxony, but solely for Dale—those who exist for him. Dale’s forces, possessing power beyond measure. Before long, what the eldest son of the Saxon house possessed far surpassed that of a mere minor noble. Recognizing this, the Duke of Saxony intended to grant him a fiefdom commensurate with his stature.
