Aster sat in his new room, it was definitely a better room compared to his previous damp room. It was larger, fully furnished, had warm carpet and safer. Just with one order, Charles could turn the situation for him. Aster gritted his teeth, even though his grand duchy is definitely strong and the wealthiest. Although his gold might even surpass the wealth of royal palace, under the authority of the royal family, he was still nothing.
'What is the point of having incredible wealth if I couldn't even move a finger against such authority?'
Aster then, remembered his slave again. He often forgot about useless things, such as lowly person's name. He couldn't even remember some of the name of the heirs of his vassal houses.
But he remembered about this slave, his name is Ramuja, he was about seventeen years old, a head taller than him, had bronze skin and striking facial features. Even if he was a slave, his handsomeness was still there.
