Claude's expression darkened as he read the letter, his face clouding with concern. Nicolas noticed the change and intervened, his voice laced with worry.
"My Lord, is everything alright? You seem disturbed."
Claude's voice was grave, his words measured. "His Lordship is extremely dissatisfied with our decisions. He's withdrawn the legions from both frontiers, placing the responsibility squarely on me and Baroness Katarina."
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he spoke the final words.
Nicolas's eyes widened in shock. "What?! Withdrawing such a massive army will surely attract unwanted attention. But why redirect them toward Nineveh?"
Claude shook his head. "The regent's letter didn't provide a clear reason, but he stressed the Duke's displeasure. This is the first time I've seen him express such discontent, and it's aimed at all the lords in the domain."
Nicolas's brow furrowed, his perplexity evident. As a former mercenary turned knight, he couldn't fathom the situation.
