Meanwhile, in Raischester...
The establishment of the Martial League on Mortimer's end was progressing on a full scale and at a pace that far outstripped Matthew's.
In the study, Miles was reporting updates on the progress of various tasks. "The Martial League's affairs are all sorted out. All that's left is to get the personnel and equipment in place for it to officially begin operations. Also, those sneaky rats who slipped in have been taken care of."
There was a moment of silence from Mortimer, his fingers tapping on the desk in front of him. Finally, he instructed, "Cut off all of their heads and have them hung on the lighthouse at the harbor."
With these words, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy, a sense of menace looming.
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