It had been a month since I won the spar with Roosevelt. People started to treat me differently since then. Everyone started to consider me as the most powerful crown prince candidate. I knew that they tried to be on my good side to achieve what they wanted.
In this one month, the Ashford family were more silent than usual. They lost their influence because of that sparing. Even some of their supporters thought to change their side and seek my good side.
That morning, the meeting talked about the attack from the Greria Empire. Their army had crossed the border and took over three villages. "This is an urgent matter. I think it will be better if our first prince goes to the border and takes our villages back." Duke Ashford stated his opinion.
Weird. Why didn't he suggest his nephew go to the border? If I won the battle, I was the one who got the benefit. It would be better for his nephew to go so they could raise their influence. There must be a reason behind it.
