Viscount Fos sneered, "We are the true masters of Snow Peak. We've been managing here for a hundred years, and everyone remembers our benevolence.
As long as we endure this winter, as long as we raise our arms, everything will return to us."
His eyes swept around the room and rested on the faces of some hesitant new nobles.
"A southern kid who snagged his noble title through luck, what does he know about governance? His so-called Baron's Domain... smaller than my family's stable."
Several people couldn't help but laugh, and one added, "I heard that he comes from an illustrious family, but he's just a discarded piece sent to the Northern Territory."
"Just had good fortune, born to the right family, picked up some military merit, and then a Prefect title."
"But luck is something that will eventually run out."
Viscount Fos waved his hand, his tone becoming more relaxed, "I think feigned compliance is the most prudent approach.
