Viscount Baker sat at the head of the table, raising his glass frequently. The fireplace roared, casting a warm red glow over the mounted stag heads and crossed banners on the walls. On the long dining table, a whole roasted sheep hissed with rendered fat, releasing a rich aroma that mingled with the heartiness of ale and the fragrance of wine, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
The knights had shed their armor for comfortable tunics, while the mercenaries were even more unrestrained, shouting drinking games and sending beer foam flying.
"Warriors! To the peace of Red Maple Castle and to our great victory—drink up!" Baker, his cheeks flushed with alcohol and excitement, raised a silver-rimmed horn cup high.
"Cheers!" The hall erupted in response as wine splashed and spirits soared.
Setting his cup down, the Viscount turned to Leylo, who sat nearby. "Baron Leylo," he said sincerely, "on behalf of all the people of Red Maple, I thank you for your aid from afar."
Leylo smiled and returned the toast. "You are too kind, Lord Viscount. When non-humans invade our lands, it is our duty as knights to act."
Nearby, several Red Maple knights were busy toasting Leylo's Pegasus Knights, their words filled with newfound respect and attempts at camaraderie.
As the banquet reached its peak, Leylo spotted an opening. He stood, glass in hand, and approached Viscount Baker.
"Lord Viscount," Leylo said softly. "Now that the Ogre threat is resolved, Red Maple should enjoy some stability. However, I've heard some rumors concerning our neighbor to the west—Red Leaf Territory."
Baker's drunken haze seemed to thin instantly. He waved his attendants away and leaned in slightly. "Oh? Red Leaf?"
"I've heard a bit," Leylo nodded. "The old Earl is reportedly in poor health, and there are whispers that his two sons are... not on the best of terms regarding the succession."
He chose his words carefully, stopping at a subtle hint. The Viscount took a sip of wine and remained silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice. "It's more than 'not on the best of terms.' It's a powder keg. The old Earl hasn't much time left, and his sons, Gawain and Alaric, are practically tearing Red Leaf City apart for the seat."
He paused, then continued, "To be honest, Leylo, both have sent secret envoys here with lavish gifts, hoping I would commit troops to their side. Red Leaf is powerful; backing the winner would be a massive opportunity for me to expand my influence."
Leylo listened quietly. Baker sighed. "But once you jump into those murky waters, it's hard to get out. Gawain is the eldest, and his claim is more legitimate, but he's moderate—perhaps lacking the iron fist of his younger brother. Alaric is ambitious and ruthless; they say he's already contacted many disgruntled lords and knights."
"The Viscount is wise to be cautious," Leylo agreed. "Intervening in another's internal affairs is risky. If you pick the wrong side, the consequences are dire."
"Exactly," Baker said. "That's why I haven't given a straight answer. Watching and waiting is the safest bet. No matter who wins, Red Maple Castle isn't going anywhere."
A roar of laughter from the mercenaries and a coarse song temporarily interrupted them. Once the noise settled, Leylo spoke again.
"Lord Viscount, I actually have a thought regarding the Red Leaf succession that I'd like to discuss."
Baker raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "Oh? I'm all ears." He was curious to see what judgment this young Baron would make in such a mess.
"I intend to accept Gawain's invitation and lend him my support," Leylo said slowly, looking Baker directly in the eye.
Even for a veteran of political storms, a flash of surprise crossed Baker's eyes. He had expected Leylo to be cautious, or at least ask for his advice. He hadn't expected a decision to already be made.
"Baron Leylo, are you certain?" Baker's tone turned serious. "Gawain has the title, but Alaric has spent years building a deep-rooted network and he is cold-blooded. This won't be an easy fight." He leaned closer. "I have word that Ironthorn Territory has already made secret moves to support Alaric."
As Baker said this, a realization struck him. Baron Monde of Ironthorn was a henchman of the First Prince, Elliot. If Ironthorn was involved, it was likely on the Prince's direct orders.
"I understand the risks," Leylo nodded. "But Gawain is a man of integrity. If he succeeds, he would be a far better neighbor for all of us than Alaric."
Baker stroked his beard, falling into deep thought. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow morning. I am heading to Red Leaf City to meet him." Leylo then made his move. "I came tonight not just to thank you, but to invite you to come with me. If you're interested, you should speak with Gawain yourself."
"Go with you?" Baker was taken aback.
"Yes," Leylo smiled. "You have a keen eye and vast experience. If you see Gawain and the state of Red Leaf for yourself, you'll be able to make a more accurate judgment. Whether you support him or not, there's no harm in knowing the truth of the situation."
The proposal tempted Baker. It was a perfect middle ground—he wasn't committing his army yet, but he was getting a front-row seat. If Gawain was worth backing, he'd be in early. If not, he'd simply be doing a favor for Leylo.
"Baron Leylo," Baker said after a moment of deliberation. "The spoils from the Ogres are too much for my territory to consume alone; I was already planning to send a caravan to Red Leaf City to sell a portion. Since you're going, we might as well travel together."