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Chapter 100: The Visitor from Copper Dragon, Part 2

The belief to survive.

When joining Amber Sword, Uriel had hesitated, but ultimately made his decision. During their adventures with Copper Dragon, the cavalry captain had occasionally considered retreating. Leading so many refugees through multiple regions—sometimes even clashing with bandit gangs along the way—life was far harsher than it had been in Ridenburg.

Uriel wasn’t sure why he persisted.

But one thing was certain: those who once hated him—the refugees from Ridenburg—now addressed him with genuine respect.

The title hadn’t changed; he was still “Captain Uriel.”

Yet something was undeniably different.

Uriel realized he could no longer abandon everything he had now—or return to his old life. Unbeknownst to him, a sense of responsibility had taken root in his heart.

This was why he supported Brandon—it was simple. Uriel told himself he wasn’t supporting the young lord but the person who had changed him.

If someone possessed such charisma that they could alter and influence a man like him, then surely they had the ability to lead them forward.

Thus, without hesitation, he stood alongside Barthom and Voltaron.

Uriel bowed his head, his mind racing with thoughts. But what troubled him most was Brandon’s audacious command. After some deliberation, he finally raised his head with a rueful smile and asked:

“My lord…”

“Hmm?” Brandon’s thoughts were no less complex, though his gaze stretched further. He walked past Uriel, then turned back. “What is it?”

“My lord,” Uriel replied helplessly, “you said you’d inherit a territory, but you never told us it would be done this way…”

Though Uriel stood by Brandon, he didn’t fully approve of the young lord’s methods. Familiar with the rules of nobility, he knew Brandon’s actions bordered on outright rebellion—a grave offense in noble circles.

Brandon was momentarily caught off guard, not expecting Uriel to raise this issue. His lips twitched slightly—he couldn’t exactly say it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, could he?

Fortunately, Antietta wasn’t here. Otherwise, her reproachful glares over his reckless choices would have left him utterly humiliated.

The young man chuckled awkwardly. “It’s true I intended to inherit a territory, but… unexpected complications arose. Grudin caused some trouble for me—but it’s nothing serious. In the end, we’ll secure what’s rightfully ours.”

Brandon deftly shifted the topic.

Uriel glanced at the young lord, concern evident in his voice. “But what about Earl Jandel? I doubt he’ll let this slide.”

“That’s precisely why I wanted to see you,” Brandon replied. “Did Retto send you to deliver the message, Uriel?”

The mention of “Retto” brought relief to Uriel. It was clear Brandon valued loyalty. For nearly two weeks, the young lord hadn’t sent anyone to oversee Minsburg Castle, leaving Retto and Copper Dragon in charge—a sign of trust.

Though, in truth, Brandon simply hadn’t given it much thought. Preoccupied with Shafrend, he hadn’t considered how Retto’s group might handle things.

Securing Minty was a strategic move for future battles. Brandon never intended to exploit these impoverished territories—Tonygel’s nobles were practically penniless.

Yet, unintentionally, Copper Dragon’s group had indulged in their newfound authority, silencing earlier dissent. Still, some voices worried about retaliation from Earl Jandel.

But for these mostly desperate men, retaliation was irrelevant—they could always retreat into the wilderness if needed.

Uriel nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

Brandon tapped his fingers on the long table, his brows furrowed deeply.

“My lord?” Uriel blinked in confusion.

“War is coming sooner than I anticipated,” Brandon murmured.

“What?”

“Historically, Palas has always been cautious. He wouldn’t ignore news of his allies’ crushing defeats—it should have made him slow down and tread carefully.”

“Historically, Sir Palas,” Chael repeated solemnly from behind.

Brandon shot him a glare, prompting the young wizard to shrink back. He was used to his lord’s peculiar manner of speech.

“But instead of restraining himself, this knight has become increasingly active. This can only mean one thing: he’s received orders from Earl Jandel. This is a harbinger of war.”

Uriel gasped. A harbinger of war? He knew Earl Jandel would retaliate, but not this soon. He hadn’t even prepared himself mentally.

“My lord?” the Silver Elf princess whispered softly from behind.

Brandon shook his head, signaling there was no need for excessive worry.

“What do we do?” Uriel grew anxious. His highest interaction with nobility had been with Ridenburg’s local gentry. Those above that level were beyond his reach—like Earl Jandel, whose status rivaled Duke Goran Elsun. Facing such figures, Uriel felt insignificant, as if they could crush him like an ant.

He stared at Brandon, bewildered. Why did the young man speak of offending such a powerful earl as though it were trivial—as if he’d merely angered some country bumpkin?

“Afraid?” Brandon asked.

“No, not at all,” Uriel quickly replied, though he was lying. How could he not be afraid?

“There’s no need,” Brandon reassured him. “We defeated Minty, and we can defeat Earl Jandel too. Enemies are to be respected, not feared.”

Uriel nodded.

The elder sister of the wild elf, clutching her notebook, pondered for a moment before asking softly, “Are we going to war again? How much time do we have to prepare?”

Brandon glanced at the sky outside the hall. “A month, at most two. But Palas won’t give us peace during this time. We must prioritize preparation.”

Metissa and Chael fell silent. They understood this upcoming war would be the greatest test for their fledgling territory. Surviving it would earn them recognition from the royal faction, solidifying the loyalty of the people within the domain.

Without such legitimacy, their efforts to win hearts would remain fragile, like rootless floating weeds. In this ancient kingdom—and indeed, in Vonder during this era—titles and righteousness carried immense weight. The common folk might appreciate their efforts, but loyalty required more.

Brandon understood this well.

Winning this battle without significant support wouldn’t be easy. He commanded roughly two thousand human soldiers and over three thousand cave dwellers. But Tagib, leader of the latter, wouldn’t stake his entire tribe’s fate on Brandon alone. Even half their strength would be a generous contribution.

What could such a force achieve?

Brandon contemplated. He couldn’t yet gauge how much power Earl Jandel intended to deploy against them, but it wouldn’t be insignificant.

Minty’s fate served as a warning.

While a loss or two wouldn’t cripple Earl Jandel under normal circumstances, the current timing was precarious. Pressure from Duke Anlek and the princess had already stretched the old fox thin. Another uprising in his backyard would leave him scrambling.

At the very least, it would tarnish his reputation.

But not excessively so. Brandon doubted Earl Jandel could afford such embarrassment, especially with the princess and Duke Anlek breathing down his neck. After much thought, Brandon concluded the old fox would likely seek external aid.

Turning back, he asked, “What of Madara?”

“They’ve been quiet,” Chael replied. “It seems they’ve withdrawn from Tonygel.”

“Keep an eye on those skeletons. I suspect they’ve already conspired with Earl Jandel.” Brandon shook his head. Madara’s interest in Funiya was evident, and Enstallone’s nature ensured he wouldn’t relinquish such opportunities lightly. If Jandel and Madara had an agreement, they’d undoubtedly leverage it to mobilize those undead forces.

He sighed. In a way, Enstallone should thank him. By eliminating Kabirus, Brandon had removed a major obstacle for the young Stygian Lord. Without Targus’s staunch support, Enstallone would struggle to assert himself amidst resistance from dark lords entrenched in military hierarchy.

Shaking off these impractical musings, Brandon refocused. Ideally, he’d prefer to fortify his position and wait for the enemy’s vulnerabilities. But his opponents wouldn’t grant him that luxury.

He inquired about the scouts sent to investigate remnants of Eruin’s Southern Legion. Unfortunately, Chael’s report disappointed him: either the scouts had vanished without a trace or returned with useless information.

Thus, Brandon’s plan to rely on the Southern Legion to counter Madara while focusing on Palas had to be shelved—for now.

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