"The southern wine has a decent aroma too."
Now that I had a rough grasp of the situation, I could breathe a little easier. The inner workings of the Hoenir were shrouded in mystery, and the only information I had was that the old man had handed the position of head over to Clara.
Which meant I could surmise that the Hoenir had ultimately fractured over a woman taking the head's seat. And the defectors had gone over to the Duke of Radensdorf.
I felt like I finally understood why the Grand Duke's army had been losing.
Information had been leaking through the defectors. It also explained how the Hungarian mercenary company hired by the duke's army had struck the supply lines of the Grand Duke's army with such precision.
"How many defectors are left?"
"Are they hiding in Radensdorf and the camp of the duke's army?"
"Is your goal new power?"
"..."
