Golem

One of the North’s prominent nobles, Count Jeremy, was extremely displeased with the current situation.

It was because an enforcer known only from old records had appeared and sent the nobles into an uproar.

The forces he had gathered to break free of the Grand Duke’s influence had fallen apart this easily, an outcome he had never anticipated.

Furthermore, that Ivan fellow was merely a greenhorn whose name he had never even heard of until now.

Rumors had been circulating lately that he had killed an ogre with a single sword, or that he had been born with monstrous strength bestowed by a god.

Yet rumors were always exaggerated.

And to think nobles would crawl around in fear over such preposterous tales.

Count Jeremy muttered irritably at the empty air.

“What pathetic cowards.”

Independence was as good as impossible now...