"Did you seek help from nearby cities?"
"Well, we sent several messengers, but were all refused. They said they didn't want to split their forces in times like these."
Even houses that were related by blood to the deceased lord refused, saying they would send people after the situation calmed down.
It was essentially a rejection.
"They're scared."
Well, what use is getting a city for free if you die in the process?
When there were rumors of a dark elf army arriving nearby, even a single knight would be too precious to spare.
Turan nodded slightly and then let out a small sigh.
"I understand the situation. But I don't think I can handle this city's matters-"
The moment he started to refuse, Daruk, who had been sitting across from Turan, immediately stood up and prostrated himself right beside him.
"Please! Please become the master of this city!"
Even with such a plea, Turan couldn't accept.
