Back at Rambosa City.
The Duke, Eloit Von Lancer, was seated at his writing table, his feet constantly tapping against the floor while he glanced around nervously and angrily.
There was no other person in the room with him, and yet, he could not help but constantly hear the voice of Sandra echoing in his mind as she reported the horrible news to him.
All four hundred of his elite men that he had sent to the Jaun land had been slaughtered, with only a few dozen returning alive.
And if that wasn't bad enough, his best warrior, Sir X, was dead as well. This also meant the loss of his Second-Grade Artifact, the Sword of Ladrona.
"Dammit!!!"
Eliot slammed his hand on the table, the force rattling the inkwells.
Before he got trapped inside the game like everyone else, he used to be a high-ranking manager of a massive corporation. Because of that background, the character he chose inside the game was one that ruled a large territory—the Duke of House Lancer.
