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 at his

been dwindling for the last decade, and now they were on the brink. Vlario had

trying to keep Manfred from seizing the throne. Public opinion in Vlario had

had become utterly irresponsible. In recent years, as he grew older, he had become more focused on draining the people's wealth for

had grown so large that it was

the kingdom had fallen to such a state, and the ruler's actions were

this responsibility fell on

were to fall now, the entire kingdom would be doomed. The barbarians' cavalry would sweep through, and the

of it on Manfred's face. However, his eyes had

matter where he stood, Manfred commanded respect and

sharp and unyielding. "Let all the soldiers take a moment to rest There will be another battle

he straightened his back. "Yes,

the city. The men and women had all enlisted, and the elderly and children had long since

everything they had to hold off the enemy. However, even without Manfred's command, Kemp knew tonight would be their final battle, the one that would determine their lives

left ten years ago. For the past ten years, Manfred had been alone at the border,

eyes, and placed his hand on