The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 958: Volume 31: The Hand That Covers the Sky, - 2: Those Who Plot Against Others Are Bound to Be Plotted Against

Chapter 958: Volume 31: The Hand That Covers the Sky, Chapter 2: Those Who Plot Against Others Are Bound to Be Plotted Against

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"What does Grand Duke Antonescu hope for me to do?" Komer asked directly after a brief contemplation.

Military support seemed a bit premature at the moment, and Komer also believed that the Northern Alliance would not dare to intervene with martial power in a country like Basarabia, which was not weak, and such actions could easily push Basarabia to his side. They were more likely to exert pressure on Basarabia to submit through political and diplomatic means, especially while his control over Nicosia was still unstable. They believed this approach would be more effective.

So what was he now supposed to do?

"Lord Komer, I think if we could represent our close relationship in some enriching ways, it would surely help to relieve some of the pressure Grand Duke Antonescu is currently facing," Mechetilev relaxed a bit as Komer nodded in approval of his suggestion.

"For instance, an alliance through marriage with Lady Princess Furina?" Komer asked with a half-smile.

Mechetilev scratched his head awkwardly and replied with a smile, "Lord Komer, do you really think Princess Furina would be demeaning herself by marrying you?"

"No, no, I didn’t mean that at all. I just felt that someone of Princess Furina’s status shouldn’t be involved in dirty and ugly politics. I would prefer that Furina maintains a cleaner and more peaceful state of mind in her interactions with me," Komer said calmly.

Mechetilev looked up at Komer, surprised, trying to ascertain whether Komer was joking or being sarcastically critical, but what he saw was the sincere light in Komer’s eyes.

After a slight sigh, Mechetilev felt a bit puzzled by the young man before him. To be able to turn the tables in Nicosia, to trample strong men like Philip, Ebson, Nissa, and Zellin underfoot, to play the deeply rooted Church of Light at his whims, forcing the Church to retreat step by step, to carve out a territory in the Southern Mediterranean single-handedly—such a man uttering these words was truly astonishing to Mechetilev.

"Lord Komer, I must admit I feel somewhat ashamed, but what I want to say is, the marriage issue of Princess Furina is ultimately up to her. Perhaps Grand Duke Antonescu or the country of Basarabia will bring her some troubles and pressure, but I don’t think that’s the deciding factor. We wouldn’t trade a girl’s happiness for anything."

Komer nodded in satisfaction. No matter what Mechetilev and Antonescu’s real intentions were behind the scenes, at least they had made a clear attitude clear in words. Having already engaged with Renta, Komer did not want to start something with Furina as it would not only insult and demean Furina but would also weigh heavily on himself.

"Very well, Mr. Mechetilev, I am pleased to hear you say that," Komer nodded. "As to what measures we would take to deal with those annoying fellows, I think we have plenty of means and methods, wouldn’t you agree?"

Mechetilev also became more relaxed. The other party’s statement was undoubtedly a nod to his proposal, and what needed consideration now was how to counter the pressure from the Northern Alliance.

"Lord Komer, what do you think would be a more prudent approach?"

"Heh, Mr. Mechetilev, you really are an impatient man. Do you really think that a country like Basarabia truly fears the Northern Alliance?" Komer teased lightly. "Whether they’re Cretans or Atticans, they’re just a bunch of inwardly timid curs that bark louder than they bite. They don’t have the guts to openly intervene in a country outside the Alliance. You don’t need to worry too much. I plan to give them a wake-up call. For example, I could suggest that Basarabia and our territories conduct joint military exercises, or we might warn Grand Duke Antonescu that he can’t accept external pressures to change his policies at will, or we could start a rumor, saying that I am actively pursuing Miss Furina. How about that?"

"Lord Komer, do you think these measures would be effective?" Mechetilev frowned. Except for the first one, which sounded somewhat feasible, Basarabia was still separated from Komer’s territory by Katya’s land. Although the forces represented by Katya were now weak, it was still a buffer zone situated between three strong powers, and none would tolerate any unilateral change to the current fragile balance by any party, even if the force behind Komer was very strong, it didn’t seem possible now.

"Heh, it seems, Mr. Mechetilev, that you still don’t trust me enough." Komer didn’t mind, which was understandable, "No worries, I think Mr. Mechetilev will be reassured very soon. I don’t want to hide anything. I’m preparing for a military operation, one that will astonish many. If someone still believes that my talk of military exercises with Basarabia is nothing more than hot air, then they’ll soon shut their mouths."

"Oh?" Mechetilev was startled. "Lord Komer, you’re planning another military operation?"

"Why not? My Half-Beastmen and Barbarian Warriors thirst for combat every moment, for they know that only battle can prove themselves, only battle can lead to a better life. Everything they have is due to their victories in combat!" Komer shrugged, the angles of his brow revealing an imposing sharpness. "Mr. Mechetilev, my territory is not like Basarabia, especially Caucasus. If someone overlooks this point, they will find themselves paying a heavy price."

Mechetilev left the conversation with Komer feeling both joy and concern. The confidence and fierceness displayed in Komer’s words made him shudder. Anyone who underestimates him will pay the price—there were already many examples in front, and anyone who tries to use him might regret it for a lifetime.

And what of Furina? What was to be done about her? For the first time, Mechetilev lost confidence in his own strategies, which he had always believed to be solid.

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