Tsk-

Rosenthal Head of House's office.

Clink—!

The glass tossed into the fireplace shattered. Whiskey sprayed out along with the shards.

"You damn bastards……!"

Victor spat out a curse. His ragged, panting breaths filled the study.

Shortly after news that Cardenos had discovered a colossal mana-stone lode rocked the continent.

They had targeted the southern trade market, launching economic retaliation as if aiming straight at Rosenthal.

They had repaid Rosenthal in kind, using the very methods Rosenthal had once used against Cardenos.

No, they had paid them back even worse.

'Your Grace! At this rate, we'll be left with nothing but our fingers to suck!'...