Ivita glanced at the nobles of the allied forces below, all of whom would be staunch pillars of the Lombardy Duchy in the future.
Belief could be cultivated step by step.
As long as he repeatedly gave them a sense of his own invincible strength, even if he were to face setbacks later, these people would still stand by his side.
The power of inertia was terrifying indeed.
Among the allied nobles, the young nobles who had just joined the Lombardy Duchy and received ennoblement by Ivita whispered among themselves.
"Is that our lord, the monarch of Lombardy? He just glanced at the coast, and it was all aflame, those monsters were all burnt to death."
"I heard he is also the rightful king of the Kingdom of Alsace."
