The nobles in the square looked at each other, and after a moment, a rugged voice rose.
"We are all vassals of the Figrola family, we'll follow you, we'll fight if you say fight."
Clovis sighed, "I believe none of you are afraid of death, but we cannot win. His Majesty couldn't defend Lion Heart Castle, what do we have to hold Rock Snow City with?"
"We must show those Wing Tribe people our might," said the speaker, Sheriff Brian.
"And then what?" Clovis countered, "I have read many histories, do you know what they all have in common?—they are written by the victors."
"A thousand years ago this land was ruled by the Enríquez family, but where is the Enríquez family now?"
Brian fell silent.
"There is no eternal reign," Clovis said, "changes in dynasties are normal, and all we can do is survive. Those who don't wish to follow the Figrola family back to the Northern Territory, I can release you from your vassalage, let it be so."
