With a sharp sound, the steel pen tip tore a large hole in the fragile paper.
Horn gently shook his head, recalling something as he looked at the dried ink on the pen nib.
He looked up at René, standing beside him, and asked, "René, do you think my methods are too extreme?"
"If your actions genuinely strengthen the Holy Alliance," René responded calmly, "and if it harms the interests of Moliat and the nobles, that means they were obstacles to victory. You are not wrong."
"Yes, some things are always hard to avoid," Horn understood this principle himself.
Three days had passed since his return from Xia Lvcheng to Rapids City, yet Horn was still troubled by the previous dispute with Moliat.
This wasn't a lovers' quarrel but a real internal conflict between the two giants of Thousand River Valley.
In Horn's original plan, Moliat and her army were indispensable forces.
