"At that time, if I want to kill the opponent, it will be much more difficult."
"No, perhaps, there's simply no possibility of killing the opponent at all," Rein couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself.
"Earl Isaac, the situation in the Mingster Province has been quite turbulent recently. If there's any situation, please contact me at any time," Rein comforted.
"Thank you, Lord Rein. Actually, the situation in Mingster is considered better. My nephew is in the Marn Province of the Empire's Northern Border, and the situation there is terrible! Three counties have already fallen," Earl Isaac said, shaking his head with apparent helplessness over the current state of the Empire.
"Marn Province? The one near the Frostwind Prairie?" Rein suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking.
"Yes, that's the one. Are you familiar with it, Lord Rein?"
"Not really, I just have a friend there. By the way, Earl Isaac, what position does your nephew hold?"
