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."

pale

were on the brink. Vlario had

keep Manfred from seizing the throne. Public opinion in Vlario had shifted, with many wanting

older, he had become more focused on draining the people's wealth for his indulgence, living

so large that it was nearly impossible to

the end, the kingdom had fallen to such a state, and the

of this responsibility fell

barbarians' cavalry would sweep through, and the

passed, but there were few marks of it on Manfred's face. However, his eyes had grown even more determined and

stood, Manfred commanded

will be another battle tonight, though I will face this one

straightened his back.

left in the city. The men and women had all enlisted, and the elderly

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 or deaths. Yet,

years, Manfred had been alone at the border,

his eyes, and placed his hand on a book beside him.