"You may dispense with formalities."
Edward, mounted on his horse, casually replied, his indifferent gaze fixed on the distant peaceful town, his brows slightly furrowed as he breathed a sigh of relief.
His emotions were quite conflicted, hoping for some warfare yet wishing the fighting wouldn't be too fierce.
After all, once war breaks out, all the problems he faces would be resolved, those nobles opposing him would return to his side, and even his brother, who often speaks against him, would be without strength to compete.
But on the other hand, if this war escalates into a full-scale one, his ideals would be shattered.
Aaron Campbell, the Duke, has already become a legend in military affairs, and it's impossible for him to take his place. The only way is to become a ruler known for peace to leave a good name.
Perhaps—
This is why the previous king left that sword to his sister rather than giving it to him, considering these aspects.
Such were his thoughts recently.
