“It’s been 700 years since this kingdom was founded… But the farther it goes, the more Andras is rotting,” Fermuth said with disgust and looked at his glass. His faithful servant hadn’t lived up to expectations, and the god’s sword he’d received had vanished without a trace. Still, all these troubles only strengthened Fermuth’s ambitions.
“I have to rise to the very top. I’ll see to it that in my generation the North is united,” Fermuth swore to himself, draining his glass in one go.