Under such circumstances, the native nobles will certainly not act with us.
Just relying on us alone, even if all the nobles from both counties join forces, I am afraid we cannot gather an entire legion."
Reminded Baron Katelai.
Despite the contradictions, at this point in time, we must still band together.
At least before being accepted by the native nobles, the Northern Nobility Alliance cannot collapse.
Without the warmth of unity, small lords who become rootless are hard-pressed to survive on the battlefield.
Once the thin paper window is pierced and the matter is exposed, Viscount West, who had serious reservations about this, has no choice but to face it.
Honestly speaking, deep down he feels a shred of regret. Had he known earlier that the situation of the Northern Border would deteriorate so quickly, he would not have planned to weaken his "allies" in order to seize control.
