The Ambush

Late afternoon the next day.

The campsite was beginning to take shape, and with construction more or less on track, the servants were able to sit down and enjoy a well-earned rest even though the sun had yet to set.

Just then, Dinaheim Adis arrived with his guards in three carriages.

Dinaheim was the last to step down from the ornately decorated carriage at the rear. Elke, the head maid, and the other servants came out to greet him.

Beneath the winter sun, Dinaheim looked portly, dressed in nobleman's formal attire.

His sharply angled collar and custom-made coat did a good job of disguising his bulky frame.

“You must be tired from your journey, Young Master.”

“You called, so I came. What else could I do? Damn it, doesn't this get tiresome year after year?”

“Hohoho, there you go again. If you arrive early and finish the preparations, the head of the family will be pleased.”

“Hmph. Do you think I came here to curry Father's favor, Elke?”...