The Battlefield of Justice

A jar arrived at the Esirik royal palace.

It was an exquisite jar, carefully crafted by an artisan of the duchy, and clearly luxurious at a glance.

Other items arrived along with the jar, but it stood out more than any of the other gifts.

“What’s gotten into the duke?”

“Your Majesty. This is only my opinion, but perhaps the duchy also wants a stable government more than it wants war.”

People tend to want peace when they’re warm and well-fed.

Most people in power would rather live in peace than take a dangerous gamble on war.

The Minister of War assumed Rex would be no exception. And he was right.

But the King of Esirik only snorted in response.

“You took my daughter hostage, and now you’re talking about peace? The duke has some nerve. And you—are you a vassal of the kingdom, or a spy for the duchy?”...