"You're coming with me, Marco," General Duran said in a tone that wouldn't take no for an answer.
The Viscount of Frontera frowned. Duran didn't come alone and had the three other generals trailing behind him.
"Am I being punished for failing to negotiate with the Barbarians and the Beastkins?" Marco asked.
He had just returned from his meeting with the invaders from the west. Just as he had expected, they had no intention of negotiating with the Kingdom of Britannia.
Marco knew his mission was doomed from the start, but he still tried his best. Turning down the task could've had worse consequences than just his rank dropping into that of a baron.
He knew the King of Britannia didn't like him and was purposely making things difficult for him. As much as he didn't want to be demoted, he could only accept it with an internal sigh.
"I came here to escort you to the capital city," General Duran replied. "It's the King's orders."
