Meanwhile, in the cold north called Monarey, Claude was lying on his bed with his arms covering his eyes. His room was dark with all the curtains closed, but not too dark, as the fireplace gave the room some light.
"Lilove is getting married the second time," he mumbled, peeling his arms away to look at the ceiling. "She sounded so happy in her letter, although she scolded me for tearing Uncle Klaus' letters."
In the past three years, unlike the South that went through a lot of changes, Monarey had been the same. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Monarey was the only place across the empire that didn't have much to do in the past three years. Although the development in the said earldom was progressing, there weren't many events that were worthy of his attention.
