The night was dark.
The Duke of Saint Prospero stood on the balcony of White Dew Castle and looked into the distance.
From where he stood, he could vaguely see the situation of the battle in the Eastern City.
Although the Bloody Cavalry was very brave, they were still trapped in the layers of defense carefully built by the Sky Horse Legion.
Of course, the Duke of Saint Prospero was also very clear that the Eastern Region would have to pay a terrible price if the Northern Frontier Cavalry were to stay in White Dew City.
It was even more terrible than the price they had to pay in the battle of Shadow Canyon.
But the Duke of Saint Prospero was still determined to carry out the plan.
Because he understood that the meaning of this battle was not only to annihilate the cavalry of less than 20,000 people, but also to pull out the sharpest tooth of the Northern Frontier!
More importantly, it was more significant for the Eastern Region.
The Eastern Region Army had been weak for many years because it lacked a whetstone.
This time, the Duke of Saint Prospero wanted to use the Bloody Cavalry as the toughest whetstone to forge an iron-blooded army for the Eastern Region!
As for the lives and flesh that were about to be consumed in the process of "whetting", the Duke of Saint Prospero thought that it was the price the Eastern Region had to pay.
This was the cold-bloodedness and decisiveness that a wise lord must have.
Light footsteps sounded behind him, and the familiar rose fragrance made the Duke of Saint Prospero guess the identity of the person without looking back.
Sure enough, the Duchess walked gracefully to her husband's side.
She looked at the fire in the city and smiled.
"It seems that the Bloody Cavalry won't give up until they achieve their goal!"
The Duke of Saint Prospero smiled proudly and said, "Of course. The Hall family is too important for the Northern Frontier. So the Bloody Cavalry can't smoothly take those people from White Dew City, and the Northern Frontier will never be able to completely control the Nu Shui River.
And we also have a bargaining chip to persuade Earl Hall to change his mind. "
"Are you really going to forgive the Hall family?"
"Do I have a choice?" The Duke of Saint Prospero gnashed his teeth and said, "The Nushui River is too important to the Eastern Region. That old bastard Earl Hall knew that, so he launched this rebellion without fear!"
The Duchess sighed and said helplessly, "If that's the case, Vincent's position as the first successor can no longer be shaken."
Hearing this, the Duke of Saint Prospero suddenly turned his head and stared at the side of his wife's face. He asked, "Why did you encourage me to change the heir?"
"Of course it's because of Vincent's crushing defeat in Silvermoon City," the duchess replied casually. "Are you regretting it?"
The Duke of Saint Prospero didn't let the question go so easily. He continued to ask, "No, before Vincent messed up the battle of Silvermoon City, you already expressed your dislike for him.
Also, why was the Fiennes family pulled over by Evan? Do you really think I don't know anything? "
The Duchess' eyes flashed, as if her thoughts had been pointed out.
She raised her head and tucked a few strands of hair that had been messed up by the night wind behind her ears, as if to hide her guilt. She smiled and said, "Yes, I really don't like Vincent very much."
"Why?"
The Duchess turned her head and faced her husband. "Have you forgotten? Vincent was the first child I was pregnant with. Because of his inexperience, he suffered a lot. So, compared to Evan and Anna, I really don't like Vincent enough.
Of course, this is my own problem. As a mother, I shouldn't be so biased … "
"Is that so?" The Duke of Saint Prospero quietly looked at his wife's face. He didn't know if he believed the somewhat ridiculous explanation she gave. Then he asked, "What about Evan?"
"What?" The Duchess was stunned.
"A few days ago, didn't you persuade me to let Anna inherit the Duke of the Eastern Region?" The Duke of Saint Prospero looked at his wife with a scrutinizing gaze. "How did Evan fall out of your favor again?"
"Isn't that because he has disappointed us time and time again? Alfalfa City, the Fire Velvet Army, and even gathering the lords to try to besiege Colin Angele without permission. That's why I feel that maybe he's not the best candidate to become the Duke of the Eastern Region."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Moreover, Anna has made great progress on the path of the Knight. She has a high chance of advancing to the Holy Realm. It's indeed a good choice for her to inherit the position of the Duke of the Eastern Region. "
"Is that all?"
"What else?" The Duchess said with a matter-of-fact expression. Then she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked, "By the way, speaking of Anna, have you found out where she is?"
Seeing that his wife was trying to change the topic again, the Duke of Saint Prospero finally lost his patience and said in a deep voice, "Okay, Kate, stop pretending. I've seen through your methods!"
The Duchess was stunned. Then she looked at her husband with a puzzled expression and asked, "What are you pretending for? What methods? "
The Duke of Saint Prospero sneered, "Difficulties in giving birth to the first child? Defeat at Silvermoon City? These are all excuses!
The real reason you don't want Vincent to inherit the position of the Duke of the Eastern Region is because he married a woman from the Hall Family! "
Without waiting for the Duchess to explain, the Duke of Saint Prospero continued.
"It's the same for Evan. Alfalfa City, the Fire Velvet Army … These are all reasonable excuses. In fact, ever since I publicly announced his engagement with Grace of the Brugen Family, you've been trying to persuade me to make Anna the first heir!
So, what you care about is not who will be the Duke of the Eastern Region, but who the Duke's spouse will be!
If I'm not wrong, you should have already found a believer husband for Anna, right? "
"You … Is that how you see me …" The Duchess' body trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe that her husband was making such malicious assumptions about her.
"Isn't that so?" The Duke of Saint Prospero snorted coldly, looking at his aggrieved wife. His heart was as hard as iron, "I really regret listening to your nonsense! If I had always firmly defended Vincent's right to inherit, then none of this would have happened … "
"Haha!" The Duchess suddenly sneered, "So that's how it is. You want to push all the blame onto me!"
"Enough!" The Duke of Saint Prospero growled, unable to restrain his anger as he grabbed his wife's arm, "Kate, you've disappointed me!
You've been married to the House of Saint Prospero for so many years, and you've even given birth to three children for me, but your heart has always been with the church!
Of course, this isn't a big deal. After all, the House of Saint Prospero is a loyal ally of His Holiness the Pope.
But, of all things, you shouldn't have had any ideas about my heir! "
The Duchess' face gradually paled, not knowing whether it was because the Duke of Saint Prospero had hurt her arm or because her thoughts had been pointed out.
Just as she was thinking hard about how to explain to her furious husband, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.
The steward saw from afar that the atmosphere on the balcony didn't seem right. It was reasonable to say that he shouldn't disturb them, but the situation was urgent, so he couldn't care less. He braced himself and walked over.
The Duke of Saint Prospero angrily asked,
"What's the matter?"
The steward didn't dare to raise his head, and said with a trembling voice,
"Master, Young Master Vincent … He … He was assassinated in the Hall Family!"
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