Richest Mogul

Chapter 1982

The soldier's words quickly spread from the city gates to the city, eventually reaching Kemp.

Kemp relayed the message to Manfred, who was intensely studying a battle map.

Manfred hadn't slept for days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

He stared at the battle map before him, watching the flags of various forces flutter. When he heard the news from Kemp, his expression didn't relax. Instead, it became even more serious.

"Mr. Atkinson, we won. Aren't you happy?" Kemp asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Besides those stationed on the frontlines, no one knew the hardship they had endured over the past decade.

For the last ten years, the barbarians had allied with the northern tribes, launching multiple assaults. Combined with the king's incompetence and weak officials, things had only gotten worse since Glen's death. Vlario had descended into chaos.

If it weren't for Manfred leading his troops and holding the line, the country would have long since fallen and been destroyed.

Manfred opened his mouth, but the skin on his lips cracked, crusted with blood. "This attack was only their first attempt. They will attack again and with even greater forces."

turned pale

the last decade, and now they were on the brink.

they were just trying to keep Manfred from seizing the throne. Public opinion in Vlario had shifted, with many wanting him to become

current ruler had become utterly irresponsible. In recent years, as he grew older, he had become more focused

so large that it was nearly impossible

fallen to such a

of this responsibility

to fall now, the entire kingdom would be doomed. The barbarians'

passed, but there were few marks of it on Manfred's face. However,

he stood, Manfred commanded respect and

There will be another battle tonight, though I will face this one with you all. Tell the

but he straightened his back.

were few citizens left in the city. The men and women had all enlisted, and the elderly and children had

be their final battle, the one that would determine

For the past ten years,

sat down. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and placed his hand on a book beside him. The book was