The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 889: Volume 28: The Long Spear Ploughs the Court, - 6: Turning the Hand

Chapter 889: Volume 28: The Long Spear Ploughs the Court, Chapter 6: Turning the Hand

Before Ebson departed from Groningen to the colonial settlements in the Blue Continent on three ships laden with treasures, he and Komer both delivered farewell speeches at the Lord’s Mansion in Poznan City. After thanking Komer for his generosity, Ebson lambasted the Silesian and Galleian people with unprecedented words, accusing them outright of betrayal that forced his departure to further develop in the Blue Continent. He called upon all Poznan people to resist the ambitions of Silesians and Galleians and also praised the incoming Lord Komer highly, admitting that although they became enemies due to their stances, he bore no hatred. On the contrary, he hoped to develop friendly trade relations with Komer’s territory in the days to come.

Komer, with utmost grace, also attended this farewell banquet. He offered no explanation regarding the betrayal of allies that Ebson mentioned, but instead praised Ebson as a true noble gentleman. Although their differing stances had led to a war that nobody wished to witness, it did not affect his personal relationship with Mr. Ebson. He concluded by stating that all territories, including Poznan, would actively develop trade with Ebson’s colonies in the Blue Continent, wishing him success in his endeavors there.

This peculiar farewell banquet was unprecedented on the Blue Continent. One was the former lord being forced to leave, while the other was the new ruler responsible for his departure. And yet, both men praised each other at the banquet. Their good manners impressed all the noble gentlemen and traders. The convivial atmosphere of the two men at the banquet left the sitting Poznan nobles and traders in shock and bewilderment. The former lord’s ambiguous accusations clearly indicated that the despicable tricks of Silesians and Galleians were to blame for his departure. However, the role the current ruler played in these events remained unknown, and everything had already become history. With a relatively peaceful transition ceremony, Poznan was turning a new Chapter in its history.

Renta, like a butterfly flitting among the guests at the banquet, wore a verdant velvet dress that complemented her voluptuous figure, with a crystal-clear gemstone necklace and the Blood Rose Ring that symbolized the Romanov family’s identity. All these clearly signified her unique status. It was obvious to anyone that Princess Renta was excited, and many speculated whether she and Lord Komer had an engagement, a rumor which wasn’t new. Both Princess Renta and the Princess from Basarabia seemed to be competing for the position.

As for Ebson, he showed considerable respect to the Princess who was to represent Komer as the permanent envoy in Poznan City. As a Romanov family member, despite the Kingdom of Nicosia being in ruins, the noble bloodline commanded Ebson’s respect, and he found solace in the thought that such a representative residing in his Lord’s Mansion was preferable to loathsome Half-Beastmen or Barbarians.

It never crossed Renta’s mind that her dream would come to fruition so quickly. Poznan almost felt as if it had been circled on the map and simply claimed by Komer. Ebson’s praise for Komer at the banquet astounded Renta, leaving her incredulous yet simultaneously filled with a mixture of dread and surprise. What tricks, she wondered, did this man possess that enabled him to convince Ebson to so readily relinquish a territory once held by one of the Four Great Lords of the Kingdom, while still showing such an attitude towards Komer?

The intricacies of the situation were clearly beyond Renta’s understanding, but this display alone was enough to instill an unspoken fear of Komer in her. It seemed as though everything was within his control, even the very purpose of her trip to the Caucasus, played out between his fingers, a fact that was difficult to accept.

Although the nature of Renta’s deal with Komer was not explicitly articulated, she had already decided to leverage this opportunity to showcase her abilities. She had always felt that she should not be relegated to a mere ornamental role, just an accessory to men. Given Komer’s affirmation that he would not be stationed in Poznan, this implied that she, as his spokesperson, would have a considerable degree of discretionary authority, which is precisely what she had longed for.

But all these uncertainties and shocks were replaced by the joy of becoming a person of power in the land of Poznan. As a member of the Romanov family and an heir to the Kingdom of Nicosia, Renta had enjoyed endless glory and luxury, aware that all the smiling faces around her were predicated on her lineage. Now that the Romanov family and her status as an heir had lost their luster, exposed were the somber, ugly rocks beneath, with no one offering genuine respect anymore.

This, however, was about to change. Becoming the spokesperson for Poznan would bring her life endless glory, a privilege Renta cherished more than anything. She was willing to sacrifice it all to live such a glorious life, fearing a dim existence and longing for days filled with praise and admiration. Komer, knowing exactly this, had exploited it to win her over with a temptation too great to resist.

The Poznan people also cautiously welcomed the Princess, who was hinted to replace Komer as the permanent presence in Poznan City. Many speculated on the relationship between the member of the Romanov and Anson families and the new Lord, but in the face of various inquiries, both Renta and Komer remained evasive, as if their relationship needed further clarification. However, one thing that Komer tacitly approved was that Princess Renta, though her status remained undefined, would guide the day-to-day, not specific, affairs of Poznan in many circumstances.

The chagrined Silesian envoy reported every detail of the treatment he received in Poznan City back to Nissa • Ferdinand, nearly bursting with indignation. Nissa • Ferdinand could never have anticipated such an utterly shameless response.

"Is this truly what Komer said in person?"

"No, I never actually met Lord Komer; his representative in Poznan City conveyed his exact words to me."

Nissa’s fists were clenched so tightly they almost wrung out water, his facial muscles twitching with anger that had no outlet. Seeking an alliance with a tiger always came with risks, but he fancied himself to have the technique to control such a beast. Now, however, it seemed he had not only failed to control Komer, the tiger, but had also been thoroughly mocked by him.

His own army, marching towards Poznan, had been stopped at the border, with the Army of Homer arrogantly refusing the Silesians entry and even provoking minor skirmishes. What’s more, the remnants of the Poznan Army had sided with Homer’s forces. Sensing trouble, Nissa had hastily dispatched envoys to Poznan City to understand the true situation, but the news he received was unbearable.

Transfer? Trade? Or a conspiracy? Ebson had actually handed over Poznan to Komer on a silver platter, and the deal had been witnessed by none other than Princess Renta of the Romanov family, as if to legitimize their vile transaction. What did that make him? What about the steep price he paid to Hoffman in Cartin for Poznan, and all the resources and manpower he had invested with the Church of Light? All vanished into thin air due to Ebson and Komer’s tacit performance?

Even now, Nissa could not fathom why Ebson’s attitude had taken such an abrupt turn. Logically, the Homer People should be the primary culprits; Ebson’s stance toward them should not be so puzzling. Instead, he placed all blame on himself and the Galleians, which was simply inconceivable.

The Lord’s fluctuating expressions left the envoy equally anxious. His observations in Poznan City had been full of hostility towards the Silesians. Despite a new ruler assuming power, the sense of distrust towards Silesia that was pervasive among the people of Poznan was still palpable everywhere.

"The one who received you was the Princess Renta herself?" Nissa finally asked after a long pause.

"Yes, Her Highness Princess Renta stated that the relations between Poznan and Silesia would be as before, but she hinted that the tax rate on Silesian goods passing through Groningen Harbor might need to be slightly increased to placate the populace of Poznan."

Snorting with indignation, the supposedly impoverished figure was actually using this as a pretext to extort wealth; Nissa knew that everything was set in stone. His grand designs, aimed to benefit the Homer People, turned out to be a wedding garment for another. The pig-headed Ebson has undoubtedly fallen into their net, and he himself had also walked into a trap. Unbeknownst to him, he had narrowly avoided an extermination crisis; had the beastmen not had their disagreements, Silesia might already have been carved up by various parties.

Nissa didn’t know what to do now. He had devised what he thought was a perfect plan, only to end up with such an outcome. No one would be willing to let it go easily, but what could be done now? To break with the Homer People and attack Poznan directly? That was hardly realistic; the Silesian Army wasn’t strong enough, especially considering the Army of Homer seemed to have suffered little loss in the battle of Poznan. Perhaps it would be best to calmly observe the response of the Galleians in the south. The Galleians and Homer People were already locked in fierce combat along the border. If the Galleians could break the stalemate, it might not be too late for him to join the fight.

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