Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 346: The Battle of Information

Chapter 346: The Battle of Information

Lord Hektor raised his glass, the dark wine swirling with a glint of ambition, as the other nobles, Verlan and Astoria, followed suit, their movements almost synchronized. The room was thick with the scent of opportunity, as if the very air was saturated with the promise of wealth, power, and the fall of a mutual enemy—Lyan Arkanium Evocatore.

"To the fall of Grafen," Hektor echoed, his voice low and filled with malice. His dark eyes glinted with a predatory light, as if he could already see Lyan’s fortress collapsing under his calculated strike.

Verlan, always a man of action, leaned forward, eager to press on with the details of their conspiracy. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, the wine leaving a faint stain on his lips. "So how soon do we move? If the reports from your spies are accurate, Hektor, the best time to strike is within the next fortnight."

Astoria, ever the strategist, placed her glass back on the table with an audible clink, her long fingers tapping thoughtfully on the wooden surface. Her sharp features were bathed in the soft candlelight, making her seem both graceful and dangerous. "I agree," she said, her voice smooth as silk but carrying the weight of centuries-old cunning. "Timing is critical. We must strike while the discontent within Grafen is still brewing. If we wait too long, Lyan could consolidate power or discover his weaknesses and shore them up."

Hektor nodded, already considering the best course of action. "I’ve given this considerable thought. First, we’ll need to ensure that our forces are properly positioned along the borders, but not so openly as to draw suspicion. Astoria, your forces are stationed the closest to Grafen. I’ll need you to send scouts ahead to confirm the information my spies brought back. We need to ensure that the internal discord is as widespread as they claim."

Astoria’s lips curled into a half-smile, her sharp eyes narrowing. "I’ll handle it. My spies are more than capable of blending into the background. If there’s even a whiff of deception, they’ll find it."

Lord Verlan grunted his approval, his large hands gripping the edges of the table. "I’ve already mobilized a portion of my mercenary force. They’ve been stationed along the southern border under the guise of ’bandits,’ harassing trade routes. When the time comes, they’ll be ready to strike."

Hektor leaned back in his chair, allowing a thin smile to spread across his face. Everything was falling into place. "Good. We’ll need to create a sense of chaos before we launch our full assault. Grafen relies heavily on trade to support its rapid growth, and if we can strangle that, we’ll weaken their economy. Starve them, and the people will turn on Lyan even faster."

Astoria nodded thoughtfully. "I’ll have my men intercept the supply caravans. We’ll make it look like rogue attacks, nothing too organized. That way, it won’t lead directly back to us, but it’ll put pressure on Lyan."

Verlan grinned, already imagining the spoils of war. "And once the people are hungry and desperate, Lyan will have no choice but to stretch his forces even thinner to maintain order. That’s when we’ll hit him where it hurts."

Hektor chuckled softly, swirling his wine as he considered the image of Lyan scrambling to keep his barony together. "Exactly. Once he’s distracted, we’ll send our forces through the secret passages Astoria’s spies have uncovered. It’ll be swift—by the time he realizes what’s happening, it’ll be too late."

Astoria leaned forward slightly, her voice cold and calculating. "But we mustn’t underestimate him. Lyan is no fool. He’s risen quickly for a reason, and there are rumors about his... unique abilities. We need to ensure that we don’t engage him directly until his forces are in complete disarray."

Verlan grunted in agreement. "No one rises to power that quickly without making a few enemies. I say we exploit that. If there’s internal discord, we could reach out to some of his more discontented commanders. A few well-placed bribes or promises of power, and we might not even need to fight as hard as we think."

Hektor nodded slowly, considering the proposal. "A sound idea, Verlan. If we can turn his commanders against him, we’ll have an even greater advantage. We’ll make contact with anyone who seems dissatisfied, and ensure they’re in place when the time comes."

Astoria, ever the voice of caution, raised an eyebrow. "We’ll need to be subtle. If Lyan gets wind of our plans, it could unravel everything. We should move quickly but quietly, ensuring that every action we take seems coincidental or unrelated to the others."

Verlan grinned, his large hand slamming down on the table in enthusiasm. "Subtlety’s never been my strong suit, but I’ll follow your lead on that, Astoria. Just make sure we get to crush him when the time comes."

Hektor allowed himself a small smile as he watched his co-conspirators. The plan was dangerous, yes, but the rewards were too great to pass up. Grafen’s wealth and position were ripe for the taking, and Lyan’s rapid rise had left him vulnerable to those with more experience in the art of subterfuge.

There was a sudden knock at the door, breaking the tension in the room. A servant entered, bowing low before Hektor as he approached the table. "My lord, a message has arrived from your scouts along the eastern border."

Hektor’s eyes narrowed as he took the sealed note, breaking the wax and scanning the contents quickly. His expression darkened, and he placed the letter on the table, looking up at Verlan and Astoria.

"It seems Lyan’s forces are beginning to mobilize. His scouts have been spotted near the border, and there’s increased activity in his barracks. It’s possible he’s preparing for an attack."

Astoria’s eyes gleamed with interest. "Perhaps he’s caught wind of something. We’ll need to accelerate our plans."

Verlan’s grin faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "So, we move now?"

Hektor’s mind raced as he considered their options. It was possible that Lyan was preparing for an unrelated campaign, or that his scouts had merely detected the usual movements along the borders. But if Lyan was truly preparing for war, they needed to act before he consolidated his power further.

"Not yet," Hektor said after a moment, his voice cold and measured. "We need to verify this information before we make any rash decisions. Astoria, send your best spies into Grafen to confirm what’s happening. I want to know exactly what Lyan’s up to before we proceed."

Astoria nodded, already planning which of her agents to deploy. "Consider it done. I’ll have a report for you within the week."

Verlan, ever eager for action, drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. "And if it turns out Lyan is preparing for an attack?"

Hektor’s smile returned, sharper than before. "Then we’ll strike first. We’ll launch a series of raids along the trade routes, harass his forces, and use Astoria’s infiltrators to disrupt his plans from within. By the time he’s ready to act, he’ll find himself surrounded and overwhelmed."

Verlan’s grin returned as he slammed his hand down on the table once more. "Now that’s more like it. We hit him hard, and we hit him fast."

Astoria, her voice cool and collected, added, "And when he falls, we divide the spoils equally. Grafen will be ours, and Lyan will be nothing but a memory."

The three nobles exchanged a glance, their mutual ambition solidifying the pact between them. Hektor raised his glass once more, the dark wine reflecting the flickering candlelight.

"To the fall of Grafen," he said, his voice filled with grim satisfaction.

Verlan and Astoria raised their glasses in unison, their eyes gleaming with the promise of power.

"To the fall of Grafen."

As their glasses clinked together, sealing their conspiracy, the wheels of war began to turn. Lyan’s enemies were gathering, and soon, they would make their move. But what none of them knew was that their every step had been anticipated, their plans already unraveled by the man they sought to destroy.

And in Grafen, as Lyan continued his preparations for the inevitable conflict, he couldn’t help but smile.

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In the dimly lit prison beneath Grafen, Lyan stood with Abraham, Ravia, and Raine, their faces illuminated by the flickering torchlight. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the prisoners before them shifted uneasily, sensing that something was amiss.

Raine’s lips curled into a sly smile as she broke the silence, her voice laced with quiet confidence. "It seems," she said, her eyes flickering with amusement, "the information we’re going to set will be very, very convincing."

The air grew heavier, the subtle menace in Raine’s words sinking in as the prisoners exchanged nervous glances. Lyan, standing tall beside her, surveyed the group with an air of calm authority. Abraham’s sharp gaze flickered between them, while Ravia’s mischievous grin mirrored Raine’s.

The stage was set, and the prisoners knew they were no longer in control of their fate.