The Visigoth Kingdom.
The young king of Narja, Kashia Narja, was on his throne, radiating dignity, Count Roland, who is famous for his military prowess in the Herald Kingdom, had come to see him as an envoy.
Roland, who was so famous that he was proud of himself, stood tall in front of the King of Visigoth.
"So you're saying we should form an alliance?"
"Yes, sir. It's not a bad idea!"
The other day, he received a similar proposal from the Bridget Kingdom.
The Bridget Kingdom did not exist now, though, and this had already been confirmed by their spies as well as the merchants travelling there.
Of course, the King had no intention to form an alliance at all, his goal after all was to complete hegemonic domination of the entire world.
"You want to join forces with us to take over Lunan?"
"I won't deny it. Your Majesty, if you form an alliance with the Herald Kingdom, you will never regret it!"
Count Roland shouted as he showed off his mana.
He was trying to be intimidating.
But the King twitched his ears as if it were nonsense, this man's mana was barely even felt by the King who boasted the most power on the continent at the moment.
"It seems the Herald Kingdom is out of touch with the latest news...Your military power is only good in Herald. You can't even arouse my curiosity, so you can go home now, messenger of the Herald Dynasty."
At that moment, a powerful light erupted from around the King.
Even the royal palace began to shake under the influence of that red ominous mana.
Count Roland's mana was instantly bottled up, and the overwhelmed Count fell to the ground.
The mana was so powerful that he was speechless.
"You'll regret...it. We're aiming for Lunan too, so we'll...have to meet on the battlefield...!"
He had said so to protect his last pride.
Count Roland crawled out of the palace in a pathetic state.
He was so overwhelmed that he could not even stand up.
"You miserable bastard."
The king stood up with a look of nonsense on his face and left the throne having wasted his morning with this meeting.
When he was gone, Fran, who was observing the situation, said to the remaining 8 warlords.
"Have you finished your search for Lunan's scouts?"
"Yes, Your Highness. We're catching every last one of them through the Intelligence Department. It's not too difficult, since the scouts are often a bit of a mess when they're released. They all seem to be Duke Ronen's men, and poorly trained at that we catch them right after they cross the border."
"I see. Please interrogate them thoroughly."
The King of Lunan and Duke Ronen are foolish people.
They did not even see Duke Ronen as an enemy.
They see only one person as their enemy.
And if they got what they wanted, that person would be more than happy to see the destruction of Lunan.
Fran's idea was to make the most of it.