I'd already rattled Count Lincol's nerves. Now it was time to cut off his real income pipeline.
One strike for every sin, and none of them overlooked!
I wasn't going to let a single one of his offenses slide.
I'd planned on stripping him of his vassal title first, for embezzling the subsidy. So the arena would need its own separate punishment.
"The arena, my lady?"
At first I'd meant to march straight in and take it.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how little I actually knew. I didn't know the arena's layout, or how many private soldiers were stationed there.
Deblae's information was too limited.
Apparently Count Lincol ran the arena himself, which meant even the intelligence on it was tightly held.
I needed to know how many monsters were kept inside, and whether…
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