Henry sighed, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I know, but I still can't help but feel frustrated. He actually just ran off like that, without even taking his family. He only left behind some sacrificial soldiers to buy time."
Claude thought for a moment before speaking. "Was he scheming against us, or was he just trying to save his own skin?"
Henry frowned slightly and shook his head, his voice tinged with disdain. "Claude, I don't think Count Akakarat is some brilliant strategist. He's as timid as a mouse, nothing more than a coward blinded by money."
Claude was momentarily taken aback, then a thoughtful expression crossed his face and he nodded lightly. "My lord has a point. Count Akakarat's family has long been accustomed to commerce. After generations of peace, they've grown used to making a living in the world of trade.
