In Zurcath, the situation had mostly stabilized, but the atmosphere among the residents was still lukewarm. Some even harbored deep resentment toward the Astanian troops.
At this moment, Lucas was busy delegating tasks to his subordinates when a warrior came to approach him with an urgent expression.
"My lord, the heads of the aristocratic houses are protesting again. Our scouts also discovered that they are secretly gathering the family members of those who were killed in war."
Hearing this, Lucas furrowed his eyebrows.
Those aristocrats had been giving him a headache ever since his troops conquered Zurcath. He had already imprisoned most of them, but it seemed like their authority was still strong despite being held behind bars.
"They just won't give up, huh?" Lucas muttered in a cold voice.
He had been patient with them. If not for Sherwin stopping him, those people would have already been killed.
"Call Sherwin here," Lucas instructed while rubbing his temples.
