Swoosh!
A man pushed aside the tent flap and walked into the massive interior of the tent, where he found a white-haired man sitting on a wooden chair with a glass cup filled halfway with almond-colored wine.
"My old friend," the man, who was the count that spoke with the Archduke over a month ago, said while smiling from ear to ear.
Count William's eyes regained light upon seeing Count Naaman, the Watchman of Archduke Nubis, which was even in his house name: House Ira!
(A/N: Ira means watchful.)
"Naaman. You came."
Count Namman chuckled. "It took me a week to get here. And why are you in the territory of those savage barbarians? You might have an army full of them, but this land ultimately cannot be conquered in your current position."
Count William sighed heavily. "So has my fate become."
"Not for long." Count Naaman suddenly said, and William lifted up his head.
"What do you mean?"