Chapter 156 Chittera Province

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Cleora blinked, caught off guard by the ambition in his tone. "A forge of that scale?" she asked, her brows furrowing. "Jolthar, that's not a small undertaking. It would require skilled professionals, a large workforce, and an enormous amount of gold to fund it. Where do you expect to find the resources for such an endeavour?" Jolthar's lips curved into a small, confident smile. "I have a plan," he said cryptically, his tone carrying a hint of mischief. Cleora tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident in her eyes. "And what, pray tell, is this plan of yours?" Before Jolthar could elaborate, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the compartment. A moment later, Roblan burst into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. "Mother! Mother!" he called, his voice trembling. Cleora immediately stood, her calm demeanour replaced by concern. "Roblan, what's wrong? What happened?" she asked, moving toward her son. Roblan stammered, struggling to find his words. "It's the banners... the banners of Chittera Province! Scouts spotted them not far from the southwest border of the barony!" Jolthar furrowed his brow at the mention of Chittera Province. "Chittera?" he repeated, his tone laced with scepticism. "Weren't they just a small region governed by a council of lords? What in the world are they doing here, on imperial lands?" Roblan looked between them, his anxiety still apparent but tempered by the steady resolve in his mother's voice. "What should I do, Mother?" he asked. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire Cleora placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "I need you to oversee the scouts and gather as much information as possible: their numbers, their leaders, their movements—everything. And make sure the garrison is prepared. We need to be ready for any possibility." Roblan nodded, determination flickering in his eyes despite his earlier fear. "I'll get on it right away," he said before turning and hurrying out of the room. As the door closed behind him, Jolthar turned back to Cleora. "You've dealt with situations like this before, haven't you?" he asked, his tone light but with a hint of admiration. Cleora gave him a small smile, though her eyes remained focused and serious. "I've dealt with my fair share of challenges. But this... this is different. Chittera isn't like any other threat we've faced. If we're not careful, this could spiral into something far worse than just a border dispute." Jolthar nodded, his expression turning grim. "You're right. But I have a feeling this is more than just a show of strength. They have a purpose for being here, and we need to figure out what it is before it's too late." Cleora glanced at him, her gaze steady. "And you? What's your role in all this, Jolthar? You came here as a stranger, and now you're entangled in the affairs of this barony. What do you intend to do?" Jolthar met her gaze, his usual smirk replaced by a rare seriousness. "I'll do what needs to be done," he said simply. "For now, that means standing by your side and making sure this barony doesn't fall to chaos." Cleora nodded, a small glimmer of trust in her eyes. "Then let's make sure it doesn't," she said firmly.

Chapter 156 Chittera Province

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