The Kingdom of Winter lay to the north of the Wigner royal, bordering the frigid northern territories. This barbaric nation, composed of numerous tribes, had a history of intermittent warfare with the Empire.
Recently, under the influence of Azalea, tensions between the Kingdom of Winter and the Empire had escalated, with signs of a potential invasion to the south.
Of course, despite the commotion, they wouldn't dare truly march south; at most, they would raid some merchant caravans.
After all, the era had changed following the massive industrial development of the Empire, and these northern barbarians had evolved from fierce warriors to being "skilled in song and dance."
"Is he completely under your control now? He won't leak our plans, will he?" Olivia asked, not quite reassured.
"Rest assured." Joe picked up the trembling barbarian prince. "He is now my blood slave. His mind and will can never betray me; I have total dominion over him."
