To prevent the proliferation of noble titles, conferring fiefdoms and inheriting titles ended with each generation.
What was left for the descendants was a dazzling piece of history to be proud of, followed by sighs of the relentless passage of time.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The whistling of arrows echoed Hudson's fury.
"Ah!"
A dreadful scream came from the Orcs. Four incoming arrows were intercepted, but one found its mark.
Without having the time to confirm his hit, Hudson, who had revealed his position, quickly retreated and hid himself within his troops.
"Jim, have our men use the Memory Stone to record this in detail.
Especially the higher-ups of the Bearman Imperial Court, they must all be captured in the pictures."
Hudson instructed his subordinate.
No matter how you look at it, he thought, the glory of attacking the Bearman Imperial Court should not be wasted.
