"Hooh…"
As you breathe out, steam comes out of your mouth. It is a normal occurrence in a place as cold as Achtreal March.
Looking at the people in my surrounding, I feel like being surrounded by Dragomano, which is a mixture of human and Dragon. Maybe, they got too excited by my "vision;" the steam that comes out of their mouth is thicker than it should be normally.
"What should we do next?" one of the people asks.
"We have to lure the villain out of his hide first," I respond. "He should love his son, so he will spend a lot of effort to find the killer of his son. For the time being, I want you to inform the others that you are going to be an independent territory."
Being an independent territory gives the territory and its people a lot of space to move. They can change their territory for the better with the profit the territory makes without thinking about paying taxes.
