Bryce rushed into Nathaniel's quarter and stumbled as he went. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face still wore the pallor of fear.At that moment, Nathaniel was seated at his desk. He stared into the dim glow of a single lamp, lost in thought. Upon hearing the sound of frantic footsteps, he frowned and looked up."Y-Your Highness! Something terrible has happened," Bryce stammered. He burst through the door and was too panicked to bother with formalities."What's wrong?" Nathaniel asked with a frown, and he looked annoyed.The mansion was so large that the explosion of the main gate earlier hadn't alerted him."Your Highness, Zeus and Hera, the royal gods from the Hall of Gods, just barged in and attacked us. General Derin tried to stop them, but Zeus raised his hand and struck him with a lightning bolt. General Derin… He was killed on the spot."Bryce forced himself to calm his nerves and quickly recounted what had happened earlier. He had seen his share of battles, s

The moonlight was veiled by thick clouds that night.After returning to his mansion, Nathaniel was plotting how to saddle Matthias with the explosive threat posed by Zeus and Hera.He chose Matthias over Tristan because Matthias commanded the largest power base. With his military background and strong followers, he was the perfect candidate to deal with the two royal gods from the Hall of Gods. Nathaniel hoped they would destroy each other in a deadly struggle, allowing him to swoop in and reap the rewards.After mulling it over, he stood up and gave his order. "Tell Bamon Niles, Wane Brutson, and Cronus Liam to meet me in the study in an hour.""Yes, Your Highness," the guard at the door responded and promptly left the room.An hour later, the three men arrived one after another. They were Nathaniel's most trusted advisors—sharp, dependable, and always ready with a plan."Greetings, Your Highness."The trio entered together and greeted Nathaniel with practiced respect."Plea

At dusk, Matthias and Seamus sat across from each other in the Mosey mansion. They were locked in an intense game of strategy. The terrain model between them had become a battlefield, and each move was met with a calculated counter. Anders stood beside them as he silently observed their game without interrupting.Eventually, the game ended after Seamus placed a white flag in the terrain model and conceded defeat."Your Highness, your grasp of warfare is truly remarkable," he said. "Your tactics are sharp, unpredictable—almost otherworldly. There's simply no defending against them. I've always considered myself a strategist, but clearly, I'm nowhere near your level."He chuckled and shook his head, then took the white towel the maid handed over and slowly wiped his fingers."You flatter me, Uncle Seamus. It was just a lucky break, that's all," Matthias replied humbly.Though he was born into royalty, Matthias never dared to assert himself in Seamus' presence. After all, Seamus