Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Episode 62: Prelude to War

Amidst the watchful eyes of the McLain command, including Logan, the envoys boldly proclaimed with an arrogant demeanor.

Our Fereta demands the return of the eloped vassals and, as compensation for preventing future occurrences, we claim the Teslon Plains adjacent to the Fereta territory and the newly developed wastelands to the southwest.

We, Sylvan, demand dominion over Teslon Castle and the transfer of the northwest part of the newly developed wastelands.

Logans predictions were spot on.

The envoys had the audacity to utter such ludicrous demands.

They wanted an entire castle handed over and half of the newly developed lands. Their claims were no different from an outright threat, essentially challenging McLain to war.

What do you think?

Logan sent a look that asked whether his predictions werent correct, to which Patrick sighed softly and nodded with a serious expression.

The signal descended to Commander Heinke below the platform.

With a hardened expression, Heinke stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Are Sylvan and Fereta proposing warfare against McLain?

Insane!

How dare they!

Have they lost their minds, declaring such nonsense here?!

Simultaneously, 30 knights lined up in front of the hall stepped forward in unison to protest.

One of them even hastily drew his sword, and the atmosphere in the hall became deadly in an instant.

The envoys hesitated for a moment but soon came forward more confidently than before.

There is no rule that permits threatening an envoy, my lord! If you truly do not wish for war, I urge you to withdraw your knights.

We are the ones threatened here. When faced with a challenge, how can we refuse? McLain does not fear war.

But, contrary to their belief, Patricks attitude was even more resolute.

The envoys expressions stiffened at this unexpected response.

McLain would not leave a single blade of grass alive. Do you truly wish for such destruction?

You must be under the illusion that we will yield under pressure, Baron?

The mustached envoy from Sylvan and the fox-like man from Fereta shifted their tone to a more overt threat.

The knights standing behind them only slightly widened their eyes but remained seemingly unfazed.

It was clear they still believed they held the advantage.

Maybe its time to crumble their foundation.

Thinking of how enjoyable it would be to see their reactions change, a frosty smile formed on Logans lips.

Fugitives fleeing tyranny are not bargaining chips. Father, we have no need for negotiations with these individuals.

With a decisive word and step forward, all of McLains knights drew their swords in an instant.

Only then did the envoys expressions vastly change.

Are you, are you serious about going to war?

Are you mad? Do you want to die?!

Their roaring was met with only mocking smiles from the McLain knights.

The envoys reacted sharply in the face of such ridicule.

You, you people

Are you out of your mind? Its war if it comes to this! Do you think McLain will survive?!

While the Fereta fox hesitated with a stern expression, the mustached man from Sylvan yelled out as if in desperation.

At that moment, Logan eagerly responded.

Ho-ho? Mad? How brazen you are. Daring to point fingers and hurl insults at this lands lord? Are you in your right mind?

No, no, that was you who

Logan didnt bother to listen anymore and continued forward.

Stop him!

Unable to ignore the escalating threat, the envoys guardian knights rushed to the forefront.

But Logan was quicker.

In the blink of an eye, a guardian knight grasped his gushing throat and collapsed.

In a lightning-fast succession, Logans sword dance left the entire envoy frozen in terror.

With the collapse of the knights in merely a breaths span, the envoys, painted with horror, glared at Logan with blame and rage.

One should be prepared for death when unsheathing a sword on foreign soil.

Logan remained calm as he wielded his sword once more.

I, I am an envoy!

With a slash, the mustached man from Sylvan collapsed, spraying blood.

The Fereta fox immediately fell flat on the ground.

I will convey McLains wishes in full to our lord. Please forgive our trespass.

Though slightly trembling, his voice was clear enough for all to hear.

Smart move.

Before the prostrated Rihalt who dared not raise his head, Logan laughed and turned around. In the presence of all, including the enemies retinue, a death with excuse could serve as a pretext, but killing one who begs for mercy would only bring criticism.

Moreover, his primary objective was already achieved.

Luckily, those Sylvan fools are dim-witted.

Satisfied, Logan bowed towards his father.

In response, Patrick spoke to everyone with an imposing voice.

Let the knights of McLain prepare for war! To protect our sovereignty!

His authoritative voice echoed through the hall, and the knights raised their swords in response.

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Truly, do you believe you can win against us?

The Fereta fox, chased away and with a confused gaze, questioned.

Logan, with a sneer, responded without a word.