The third prince set up his camp outside the city of the Crimson Blade, ruled by one of the most powerful nobles in the Blue Sea Kingdom, his uncle and biggest supporter.
He had already amassed just over a hundred thousand soldiers, and the numbers continued to increase as he drew on the great riches received as a loan from the Five Colors Pavilion.
Unfortunately, even this money was running out. With an interest rate of up to fifty percent, the third prince was afraid to ask for more.
"Do you think that's enough, uncle?" the third prince asked the Duke of the Crimson Blade, who was leisurely sipping from a glass of wine.
They were in a large tent, sitting with other nobles around a rectangular table.
"No," the duke shook his head. "Don't expect your brother to gather less than a hundred and fifty thousand men, not now that he has the help of the great sects."
