"Yes, my lord."
Fass and his party moved slowly along the winding mountain road, the clip-clop of hooves sounding harsh in the quiet valley.
On the plains, wherever there were mountain ranges, hills, or valleys, one would inevitably find a castle. They were simply natural defensive locations.
Any family with long-term plans would continuously invest time and energy into constructing such fortresses.
This wasn't just about controlling and intimidating their own fiefdom; it was also about securing a private sanctuary for their family.
Count John was in a rather miserable position. His sanctuary was Ximira Castle, which Henry had seized right from the start. That was why John had been so furious at the time.
He had originally planned to grant the castle as a fief to a mid-ranking noble. This would distance the fortress from himself and prevent it from drawing too much attention.
But now, it had all blown up in his face.
John: Damn it!
