As evening fell, a carriage departed from 111 Duron Street, heading to 10 Terna Street.
Jason sat inside the carriage, gazing at the young Reed sitting opposite him, massaging his slightly swollen temples.
It wasn’t Reed who was giving him a headache.
It was Gerard’s afternoon-long narrative.
From Hans Port to Fort Swallow and then to the entire Federation South, Gerard had explained everything in detail to Jason, all to help him grasp the current complexity of the situation.
Jason had also come to understand that apart from the remnants of the Revival Society,
there were also cults like the Abandonment Sect, the Erosion Society, and Bloodline in the Federation’s South.
The Abandonment Sect was established abruptly before the establishment of the New Federation and was once Gerard’s main rival. Although Gerard had nearly eradicated them, they had made a resurgence in the past decade.
Compared to the previous information, this bit of news had an even greater impact on Jason.
Even if Jason had guessed that Gerard and the Federation were closely related, he never imagined that Gerard was one of the founders of the Federation.
Jason continued to ask.
“After that, the two split ways due to differences in their ideals.”
“The gentleman returned to Hans Port and became its ruler.”
“The Duke’s son of Aymodun inherited his title and became the ruler of the New Federation.”
Reed’s tone was flat, but Jason detected an underlying sense of bloodshed.
It’s not that simple.
Jason could imagine what Gerard would face upon returning to Hans Port.
He could also imagine how the youngest son managed to inherit the title.
Moreover, the relationship between the two parties…
Had already become hostile.
That was telling enough.
Some of the doubts that had perplexed Jason also began to dissipate.
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“You should know, the gentleman led from the front in every battle, charging at the enemy’s formation, walls, and castles.”
“Moreover, the gentleman is someone full of passion and a very charismatic person. Those who fought alongside him all believe that he is the rightful ruler of the Federation, not some clerk—after all, the Federation is now known as the—Griffin!”
Reed, who had been speaking in a neutral tone until now, raised his pitch slightly, his fist clenched tightly.
Clearly, he too believed that Gerard was the true ruler of the Federation.
But the outcome was irreversible.
In the end, it was the descendant of the ‘Duke of Aymodun’ who claimed the throne of the Federation’s ruler.
Certain things naturally became obvious.
A ruler who had nearly ascended to a position akin to kingship, yet had to listen daily to others say someone else was better suited.
What would be the outcome?
It goes without saying.
Jason subconsciously thought of Peters’s insinuations when he mentioned the ‘Griffin Camp.’
Perhaps it was the ‘Griffin Camp,’ meant to reap the fruits of victory, that was the first to be targeted for attack?
Thinking this, Jason shook his head.
At this moment, the carriage had entered Terna Street.
“Please remember the gentleman’s instructions.”
Jason, on the other hand, touched the ring on his left index finger.
This ring was the true request of Gerard—the prior narration, including Reed’s company, was all incidental.
It was a protective ring.
It could withstand multiple cannon blasts.
It was also effective against malicious intents, evil spirits, and the Bizarre.
Of course, the strong aroma that it emitted was the greatest test for Jason.
Jason really wanted to stick out his tongue and lick the ring.
But he forcefully suppressed the urge.
He planned to return the ring after this ‘decoy’ operation was over.
“We will attack you when you leave.”